"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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I wake at dawn, when the sky outside is just leaving its haze of grey, the first gossamer streaks of sunlight stretching their rosy fingers across the horizon. My back is tight and aching, and my neck feels stiff from falling asleep in the hard-backed chair.
Deku is already awake, sitting up in his bed, watching me.
I stand up hastily. “How’s your lip?”
“Fine,” he says dismissively. “Go pack what you’ll need, we leave in an hour. Then meet me in the front gardens.”
I forgot that he mentioned taking a trip to his private estate. “Yes, your highness.”
The vulnerability, the delicate display of emotions, from the night before has vanished, and the veil of formality between us is back up. I do not know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
Back in my own room, I pack changes of clothes into a small suitcase. I wonder why he brought this sudden trip upon us, and guess that he must’ve wanted to get away from his father.
I make my way to the front gardens with my suitcase in one hand.
The trip to the airport passes quickly, and before I know it, we are on a private jet, streamlining through clusters of clouds at high speed.
I have never been in a private jet before, and I am suitably awed by it. Air-conditioned and sleek, it is nothing like the cramped, musty, claustrophobic interior of regular economy class airplanes. Instead, it is furnished artfully and minimalistically with couches, and two reclining chairs spaced by a low glass table. Deku and I sit in these chairs across from each other as a conventionally pretty flight attendant in green uniform serves us mimosas and salted nuts. The windows are large and circular, and give me a sensational view of the green wing of the plane cutting through the clouds.
The journey is only a little over an hour, and as I step off the plane behind Deku, I am a little disappointed to be leaving it behind. A private car takes us to his estate. Once there, the driver carries our luggage to the front door of the house for both of us. It’s unusual for me to be treated on par with royalty — but no way in hell am I going to complain.
“Thank you,” Deku says to the driver, his voice dripping with honey. It’s hard to believe that this innocent, polite heir is the same little shit who snarkily bosses me around every day. “You may leave us now.”
“Yes, your highness.”
When it is just the two of us, I take in the estate with admiration. The property is huge, with lush, rolling grass extending all around, and a large, crystal-clear lake further down. The mansion itself is pure white stone, with a circular driveway ensconcing a rotary with flower bushes. Two stories high, its mahogany double doors are bordered by topiary trees trimmed in pristine condition. There are no other residences as far as the eye can see.
