(A/N: Can I just say how Mike and Eleven are the cutest? Head cannon I swear, every time they lock eyes I just go-)

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Meanwhile back at the castle's balcony was Prince Shoto Todoroki staring out at the open sky.

His thoughts were filled of moments and flashes of you.  No matter how hard he'd try to avert his thoughts of you, it'd always turn back to you.

Your smile, your face, you yourself was making him crazy really. Shaking his head off, he ran his fingers through his hair sighing.

He gazed at his hand. He could still remember how you both had light contact. But it wasn't enough to satisfy him though. He clenched his fists before turning his attention away.

"My Prince, I apologize but I really must interrupt..." The sound of Midoriya rang through Shoto's ears.

"Yes Midoriya?"

"It is an hour before the Royal Ball shall start. I suggest you should prepare yourself my Prince."

"Ah, right." He nodded his head before starting to go back to his room where in Midoriya trailed behind him.

"Your Majesty?"

"Hm?"

"Earlier when you left the palace... you went to see her again didn't you?" Midoriya caught up to him and walked side by side.

Shoto looked away flustered. He paused for a bit before answering. "Yes.. I went to see her again. And much to my fortune, I was able to meet her again."

Midoriya grinned widely, "Really? Then I assume you both are friends?"

"Yes... She told me that she'd attend tonight's event.." Shoto smiled slightly which didn't go unnoticed by Midoriya.

Just by the sight of his childhood friend, the prince, happy made Midoriya happily skip as well. Todoroki

"Then I'll be glad to see you dancing with her!" The man cheerfully chimed.

(A/N: I'm sorry for not giving you Todo-doki Izuku)

Shoto chuckled and scratched his neck shyly looking away. "I've been planning to do that..."

"Then allow me to be your wingman my Prince! I'll prepare flowers!" Midoriya happily said looking at Shoto while clenching his fist determined.

"I'll gladly accept your offer. And... flowers aren't too bad." Shoto smiled already wondering what your expression would be.

And now, for the first time in Shoto's 21 years of existence, for once is he now thrilled of what the ball would have in store for him later night.

He wouldn't mess it up for the world. And he'd be the best out there.

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