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𝕋𝕨𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐀.𝐮
Warning!
So much Fluff :)
Also Angst-
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"𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚."

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"Hey, prince halfie. Wake up!"

What noise. Just give this prince a break already, he was so worn out and just wanted his peaceful slumber. Shoto woke up for a few milliseconds, blurry eyes focusing in and out before his head dropped down on the pillow again. An irritated sigh escaped Katsuki's lips and without hesitation, his hand grabbed the prince's nice, silk baggy shirt and was thrown onto the floor.

As if the prince wasn't a human and as light as a sheet of paper. Just how much power does this ash-blond have?

Only corpses who wouldn't awake by that. Shoto looked up with a slight groan, narrowing his eyes to the knight. "Is that really necessary?"

"Your beloved father said I can do anything to your stubborn ass whenever you act bratty. I'm not breaking any of the royalty sacred rules,"

The bi-color haired prince sighed in defeat, laying back on the floor. A prince sleeping on the floor looked odd, but he couldn't help it. It just felt so comfortable. Truth to be told, anywhere is comfortable as long as you're exhausted.

How did it turn out to be like this again? From his father's need-to-comply-no-matter-what's request.

Katsuki just needs to through this every morning, he wouldn't mind if the prince wanted to sleep until the afternoon if it wasn't his duty. This is a special duty to work by the royalties, they said. He deserved such high status as the prince's personal knight, they said.

However, his duties weren't just a knight. As if he was dutied to babysit this prince as well.

"You can't possibly be late for the morning meeting and put shame on your kingdom, princey. Now fucking get ready or you'll trouble me further,"

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A cry echoed through the training ground, as well as the continuous, raged yelling. The cry was from the prince's younger self. He was supposed to be training even at such a young age. His father just goes all out without mercy. concentrating on wanting to make his son the greatest successor. After his mother and siblings were deceased, everything just went worse. A child is supposed to have soft fair skin, but this prince wasn't. His was covered with old wounds and bruises.

"Oi,"

A voice appeared from the bushes, sending flinch to the young prince. There wasn't supposed to be anyone here, even maids or garden workers. He didn't like anyone seeing him in such a state. He hated being seen as a weakling, he was just exhausted from being called that every single day.

The person who was calling him seems to be the same age as him, with spiky ash-blond locks and ruby-coloured iris. Shoto blinked in shock as he immediately stood from the grassed ground.

"H-How do you get in here?! A thief? Your clothing doesn't seem like a noble's son!" Shoto exclaimed.

"I don't want to be one too, nobles are just cocky bastards." Katsuki huffed, stood from hiding in the bushes, and brushed off the dirt from his pants. His smile sketched a wide smirk. "What were you crying for, didn't get candy?"