The World Could Be Ours (TodoDeku Fantasy AU)

Chapter 3: Distance

To say that Shouto was upset was an understatement.

There were so many different emotions in his head: anger, despair, sadness, and many many more that he was unable to describe. Sure, he was expecting his father to come out and say something like that to him. But to a poor, unsuspecting peasant? Now that was just downright cruel.

With the amount of anger he had, you'd think he would be able to go back and yell at his father some more. Wrong. He didn't even have the energy to cry. All he could do at the moment was lay back on his bed with his face to the ceiling, staring at the ivory marble above him.

No, he hadn't been moping. Right? It couldn't be, his father always was like this from the start. After all, he always did seem to be a bit more on the apathetic side when it came to everything.

But then again, he couldn't help but feel utterly horrible after that chance encounter. He turned sideways on his bed, looking off toward the large window. He could barely recall the look of hurt on Izuku's face. It was like he had the strong urge to help him, but where would he even begin with that? It's not like his father, of all people, would let him go off on his own.

Shouto groaned, rubbing at his two tired eyes. Oh how bad he had wanted to sleep, but his body refused to let him. It was like his mind was taunting him with that small boy's face. He wouldn't stay off of his mind, almost as if the memory of Izuku was clinging to him for a reason.

The memory of the greenette's calm and beautiful face seemed so distant, only replacing itself with the distressed and teary-eyed look he had given him not so long ago. It was haunting him, and he wanted it to stop. But no, it wouldn't leave him alone, not until he made it right.

He grabbed his pillow, smashing it into his face. It soothed him a bit, but it wasn't enough to lull him to sleep. The fact that it didn't do anything for him caused him to throw it across the room, hitting the opposite wall.

He stared as the pillow seemed to slide slowly down the wall, and finally down onto the floor. He looked back at his other pillow, realizing that he wouldn't be able to sleep without the last one, which was something he had learned a while back when one of the servants accidentally misplaced one of his pillows.

He forced out an annoyed breath, just before groggily pushing himself off the bed and walking toward his pillow. After he picked it up, he brought it to his face and started to sniff it. It smelled heavily like the shampoo he had used, especially since he took quite some time in the shower on his own, scrubbing at his hair aggressively every time an intrusive thought crossed his mind. He buried his face into it, turning back towards his bed.

That was, until he heard a knocking at the door.

He slowly turned his body towards the wooden doors. Who could be here this late at night? At his quarters? And what did they want? He hadn't known the answer to any of those questions, but he was about to find out.

Shouto approached the doors, reaching for the knob in a tired manner. Once his hand was able to grasp the gold, he managed to open the door, looking into the dimly illuminated hallway.

There he saw a similarly tired male. He recognized that spiky ash blonde hair anywhere. Yes, there he was, right at his doorstep. Katsuki Bakugou.

The dual colored male, not knowing what to do in this situation, narrowed his eyes at this. Katsuki Bakugou. Of all people. This wasn't the time for this. "What do you want? I'm trying to sleep." He tried to close the door on him, not in the mood for any of this.

Katsuki used his foot to stop the door, his gaze unmoving from Shouto's eyes. "Don't try and bullshit me. Let me in." Usually he would have let himself in, pushing past the prince like he didn't care. However, this time it looked like he was waiting for approval, being somewhat mindful of his privacy.