"Allow me to swear myself to your side for as long as you may live. Until death, I am wholly and completely yours."
A guard of the royal Midoriya family, Katuski Bakugo is relentless and fierce. When the bratty Prince Izuku Midoriya approaches him...
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Within a few days, I've been officially made Deku's (I keep referring to him with that dumb nickname in my head now) bodyguard, and with the new title comes new privileges. An upgraded uniform, still in green, of course, but with more gold detailing. Additionally, a small handgun tucked inside the loop of my belt, concealed by the shirt's fabric. Though its size is slight, the feel of it there, and the knowledge that I may need to use it one day, is heavy. I've also been moved to a new bedroom, nothing akin to Deku's suite, but still pretty impressive, as far as my living standards go. A double bed with decorative pillows and blankets, carpeted floors, appealing wallpaper, and a private bathroom connected.
My new schedule isn't as stock-standard as it was, rather, I'm to adjust to Deku's needs. Aside from sleeping 11pm to 5.30 am, I am basically attached to his side.
It's strange to suddenly be so involved with the inner circle of royalty, to see the king so many times per day.
On my fourth official day of being Deku's bodyguard, I am standing off in the corner of the room, waiting for him to finish breakfast in the dining hall. He eats at one end of the long wooden table, his father at the opposite end. The distance between them is both literal and figurative.
Wiping his mouth on a napkin, Deku stands from the table. I stride to his side.
"How may I assist you for today's agenda, your highness?" I offer. Formal, humble, and strictly professional when in front of anyone but each other.
"You will spend today with me in my chambers."
"Of course, your highness."
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In his suite, he sits me down in an armchair and stands in front of me with his arms folded over his chest regally.
"Tell me, what do you know about my family's history?"
I sift through my memory of the textbooks I read in my high school years, but come up with only meagre crumbs of information. "Not much," I admit.
"And our relations to nobility in other countries?"
"No clue," I shrug.
"Oh, Kacchan..." Tilting his head to the ceiling and letting out a long, exaggerated exhale, "Whatever are we going to do with you. You should know at least the most basic of the country's royal history and relations."
I flash him an irritated look. "Yeah, well, when it comes down to protecting the palace, I don't think the name of your great-great-great-grandfather is going to be of any help to me."
"No, but being my right hand man requires a certain level of knowledge. And don't even get me started on your etiquette in social settings. You are no longer just a guard in the background, you are part of my inner circle now." He picks up a pair of delicate reading glasses from the coffee table and perches them on his nose. "We have a lot of work to do, so let's get started promptly. I will be back." He disappears from the room and leaves me alone.
