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As soon as Shoto arrived back at the castle, he was greeted by his father, the King, Aizawa and Yamada.

"Shoto! Where have you been? I was badly worried!" The King hugged Shoto who returned it back.

This was the King all the time. He could never stay angry at a person for a long time, especially to his beloved Shoto.

"I'm sorry father. I needed to handle an important matter."

"Important than the ball?" Aizawa added.

Shoto looked straight at his eyes and replied without hesitation. "Yes. More important than this.."

Not wanting to prolong the conversation, he continued his way towards the throne room, ignoring the confused eyes from the men.

The King looked at his son then to Midoriya. "Young Midoriya. Where was he?"

"Th-The prince went s-somewhere that you may not know.." He stammered answering hesitantly looking away.

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Shoto felt annoyed and frustrated with the amount of women inviting him to dance with them on the dance floor, which of course, he would politely reject.

"Prince Shoto, you haven't had a dance with anyone tonight yet. You know that you are bound to dance with somebody." Izuku spoke standing beside the Prince.

"I have danced already."

"What? When?"

Shoto smiled lightly remembering your dance with him. "Let's just say I happen to have danced with the most beautiful lady I've laid my eyes on earlier."

Izuku's eyes widen. "I knew it! You did went to her!"

"I had too much frustration bottled up, especially if I won't be able to see her tonight."

"It's disappointing not to see her here-" Izuku's voice trailed off to Shoto's ears.

Laying his eyes on the H/C-haired girl by the distance, his heart quickly raced.

His ears went deaf and his eyes blocked everything and everyone he saw leaving only the lady his eyes are on as an exception.

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Earlier from up above, the King still looked hopeless looking at his son.

He couldn't help but wonder out of curiosity and confusion where his son had gone to all of a sudden. But that wasn't the point at the moment.

The point right now was how the Prince, his son, have not developed any interest towards women even the slightest bit after coming back.

"My King, it saddens me to see you in a state like this." Yamada said. "Aizawa! Why don't you try to cheer him up?"

Aizawa sighs. "Your Majesty, imagine this: your son, suddenly raising his head up only to realize that a certain maiden has caught his attention from the distance."

Shoto raised up to the H/C-haired lady wearing a beautiful and puffy gown.

"Gazing at the woman ever so lovingly, his interest began to increase for the unknown girl." The scruffy man added leaning his back on the balcony's fence.

You arrived at the castle. But you stayed outside gazing and appreciating the stars from up above.

"Both eyes locked.." Aizawa continued, putting his hands on his pocket while Yamada looks at him surprised that Aizawa could process such words.

That was when you turned around to the center making your E/C-colored eyes meet heterochromatic orbs that have already been looking at you ever since earlier.

Even by the distance you swore you saw Shoto's eyes twinkle in happiness as yours did the same.

Aizawa then crossed his arms. "And your son, Prince Shoto, walks over to the beautiful young maiden asking him to dance."

Captivated, Shoto forgot everyone and about the ball as he walked his way towards you not looking away from you.

This caught the King's attention making the man shot up, standing and leaning forward to the balcony.

"But of course, that would only make my story delusion considering that it is completely impossible for that scenario to happen." Aizawa finished his paragraph, shrugging.

"Woah!! Where did you get that scenario from?!" Yamada exclaimed to which the gruffly man simply rolled his eyes.

"HAHA! I believe that it is no delusion at all!" The King's voice boomed pointing at Shoto who headed towards you.

Aizawa and Yamada's attention turned towards the both of you who were outside at the entrance of the throne room.

Each step your Prince Charming took, the more your smile would widen. You were smiling like an idiot but you couldn't help it, this was your dream, and Shoto still looks as handsome as ever as soon as he stopped in front of you also smiling.

"Hey.." His deep voice called out.

You blushed looking down and letting out a small reply, "Hi..."

"I thought you wouldn't be able to attend..." He said lowly.

You chuckled. "Someone helped me so I guess.. change of plans?"

Shoto only nodded not really paying much attention to your reason. All he cares at the moment was how contented and grateful he was to have you in front of him personally.

His eyes maneuvered around you taking in the whole picture. You were in a beautiful gown with your hair styled and everything about you glowed up.

'She actually kind of looks-' Shoto stopped himself. Was he really about to think that you looked cute? He shook his head. He tucked his hands on his pockets before running his finger through his hair still looking at you directly in your eye.

He breathed out thinking to himself, 'Shoto. Come on, pull yourself together.'

His breath hitched as his hand reached towards your cheek caressing it with his thumb. "You look even more charming, love..."

The scarlet color glowed even redder as Shoto's hand moved to caress your styled hair tucking in a loose strand behind your ear.

"And you still look as handsome as you always are my Prince." You shyly throw-backed at him.

He chuckled before lowering his head and crossed his arms on his chest while the other is at his back, bowing like he did earlier. "Care for another dance my lady?"

You giggled holding both sides of your gown bowing before the both of you stood properly back up.

He held out his arm making you latch yours around his. You looked at him softly and showed him one of the many gentle smile you always had.

Shoto's chest tightened feeling hot again all of a sudden. It was the same feeling before. The same feeling when he's around with you. But right now, what he felt was stronger.

The two of you walked down the red carpet. Everyone at the throne room could see the obvious feelings the both of you held for each other.

Once you two were in the center of the dance floor, Shoto placed his hand on your waist while you placed your hand on his chest this time. You then reached for his other hand and intertwined the both of your fingers.

Then, the music began playing as the lights around you and Shoto went dim.

You moved your closer to him which took him a back a little by how close you two were. Shoto remembered how he sees your tender warmth as an addicting drug to him.

And you two began.

You locked your eyes with each other the entire time and during that time, you noticed something different within him. While his face held his default expression, his eyes were soft and gentle. Holding care and desperation. And you could feel how he himself extraordinarily made you feel even more inclined with the man.

From the crowd were your Stepfamily, Misa, Toga and your Stepmother.

"Mother mother! Who's the girl?!" Misa exclaimed trying to take a good look but failed as there was a crowd blocking her view.

Toga have also failed trying to take in the picture. She even had crouched down trying to see who was dancing the prince. "I think she isn't from here..."

Your Stepmother had luckily, took a quick glance on the star attraction of tonight's event. "She seems oddly familiar... but I may be only imagining it though.."

For a moment, for one small moment, you two forgot you were dancing, letting your feet carry away as the two of eyes remained locked at each other's.

Shoto's chest tightened even more. He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling.. It was almost getting harder to breathe.

Unexpectedly, you rested your head against his chest, lovingly and caringly snuggling against it. Your cheeks turned warm red too.

His eyes slightly grew. This was something bold. Your eyes slowly closed.. enjoying and loving the moment.

Shoto unconsciously smiled looking up above to see Izuku, his father and the others silently cheering for him.

The green-haired cinnamon roll jumped on his place his cheeks sprouting scarlet red. All Might and Yamada were grinning widely while Aizawa showed a small smile, with a clear proud expression on his face.

As the song came up into a close, the dual-haired man twirled you one last time.

The lights were off now as well as the music, and you two had stopped dancing making you both exit the ballroom but Shoto's eyes never left your figure.

And at that moment the Prince had finally realized the feeling. It was a warm and good one. A feeling that he knew he had learned to never let go...

"Aizawa, Yamada! Let no one disturb them! Or else..." The King's voice boomed before raising his thumb to the left side of his neck slowly 'slitting' sideways to the right.

Yamada gulped, nodding vigorously while Aizawa sighed in frustration but only nodded as well.

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