Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Vin Chaud (Pt. 2) ❤

A/N: Part two!

Katsuki stuck to the wall as frequently as possible after leaving Eijirou to get fitted for an  outfit. However, ever since he saw the gorgeous barkeep, he decided to stay a little bit closer to the bar.

But whenever he saw someone coming over, he’d wander off, only to be trapped in a conversation.

It was an extremely tedious cycle to go through as a person who doesn’t enjoy talking to people. It’s even worse due to the fact that he’s a prince, and everyone wishes to speak with him so they can brag to their friends and say they’ve spoken with the prince of one of the largest kingdoms in the country.

So while he was forced into a conversation with a short purple haired male, Katsuki allowed his eyes to wander. Nothing was interesting, the same people and servants walked among each other, chatting and smiling.

That is until he saw a door inch open across the ballroom. He could barely make out Eijirou’s face before he disappeared among the people.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Katsuki said, cutting off the small male and walking off.

Katsuki’s walk was naturally fast and powerful, yet when he was looking for the black haired barkeep, his walk seemed to pick up it’s pace.

Unfortunately, his fastest route was walking through several people, and some of them were aggressive about getting to speak to him. So he had to clench his teeth and watch as he lost sights of the black haired barkeep.

After pardoning himself again, he turned back to the bar, walking there to get a drink.

“Vin chaud,” he said quietly as he stared down at the mahogany bar.

“Of course, your majesty. Is there anything else I could get you?”

Katsuki shook his head.

“Very well. Feel free to go around and interact with others, we will find you and deliver it to you once it’s finished,”

And with that, Katsuki glanced around, looking for Eijirou, only to find nothing. So he went off.

Eijirou felt peculiar in his clothing. He’s worn nice clothing before, but nothing of this type. He figured the use of a corset was absolutely unnecessary, as it did nearly nothing to his waist at that point. His build was not meant for one.

But it was beautiful clothing and he was too terrified of Itsuka to ask for something a little less dapper. And for his ribs to not be crushed.

As he entered the ballroom, his legs shook, surveying the masses of people. So when he saw the hundreds of lords, ladies, and whomever in between dancing gracefully along the floor, Eijirou just brought his eyes to the ground and sped toward the bar.

The graceful swaying of people made it difficult to cross the room, with the constant movement and closeness, it was only a matter of time before some random woman grabbed him and began to dance with him.

Something he’d never done, nor was he prepared for.

So here he was, attempting to dance with a woman who had long, blonde hair and a grin on her face. She was older than him, likely only by a few years, but it was still certainly noticeable.

He tried to excuse himself, only for her to let go of him as another person grabbed him. This time, it was Ochaco.

“Uhm… hi,” he whispered.

“Oh, you should be at the bar, shouldn’t you?” she asked, getting a nod.

“Okay! Come on,” Ochaco took his hand and began making their way through the crowd. “Oh, and your outfit looks gorgeous! Itsuka did a lovely job,”