LONG LIVE THE VILLAIN (MHA AU)

I.

18 years. That was how many years you'd lived. Life was fast changing every year, and this year was the most important. It was THE year. The year you'd marry the love of your life and the future king of Endormia.

You had completely abandoned any idea of self-worth at this point. All that matter was Shoto. What he thought. What he wanted. What he needed. So what if he was a little mean sometimes? A little demanding? A...prick? He was your kind of mean, demanding, prick of a prince.

You loved him wholeheartedly, even if you were just his servant, because after 18 cruel years, you'd finally be his wife.

Today was the day you'd pick out your wedding dress. Shoto had to be there to approve it, since he was in charge, but you didn't mind. This was a dream come true.

You were folding some of Shoto's clothes when you heard a knock. It was one of the maids. You weren't necessarily higher than the maid position but you weren't a maid either. You were a personal servant. So you qere higher, your job just wasnt better. You were actually a slave. A refugee slave. But you didn't think about it that way.

"(Y/N)." She said simply, a frown on her features. None of them honestly even tried to respect you.

"It's time to do your dress fitting." She said, rolling her eyes.

You ignored her eye rolling because you were so filled with joy, you didn't even care to think too much about it.

"Alright! I'll be out in a moment!" You smiled at her.

"Hurry up." Was all she said before walking out and shutting the door.

You hummed while you finished folding Shoto's clothes. You were going to be his wife!

You made your way to the designated room in high spirits. You'd never had a designer for your clothing before. Let alone the best in the entire kingdom. You were ecstatic.

You knocked before stepping into the room and finding a blonde man with shoulder length hair, his back was turned to you and he hummed as he worked much like you. You quite liked him already for that alone.

"Good day sir! I'm here to do my wedding dress fittings and design, oh, but where's his highness?" You looked around the space seeing no sign of your beloved.

"Oh, your grace." The man before you turned around and bowed politely.

You were taken aback by this. No one had addressed you this way since you were...

Well, since a long time ago.

"O-oh. No need to address me that way, you can just call me (Y/-"

"Nonsense! You are the Princess of a kingdom aren't you? And you will soon be the Queen of Endormia. I must respect you Madamoiselle." He bowed.

You couldn't help but smile a bit.

"I'm Aoyama. I will be your designer."

"Pleasure to meet you sir-"

"Just Aoyama, dear. As for his highness...." there was a sudden change in his expression that made your throat dry.

"He is out meeting some of the royals from the other kingdoms who have come to celebrate."

You perked up. Why was that a bad thing? You can't see why Aoyama had even hesitated to tell you that. Your husband to be was just doing his job. Perhaps the designer didn't understand the Prince's responsibilities that well.

"Now!" He clasped his hands together in a flamboyant manner.

"Let's start working on your outfit. I'm going to make sure the outfit is absolutely stunning for the most absolutely stunning bride." He smiled.

You couldn't help but blush under his gaze and his words.

"Oh, I'm not...I mean, I have all these scars and I'm just average looking.."

Aoyama paused as he took your measurements before continuing.

"And who told you that." He pondered, a tone of genuine confusion in his words.

You bit your lip just as the door was flung open.

"Your highness!" You bowed as soon as your fiance entered the room, a sheen of sweat gleamed on his forehead.

"Greetings, your highness." Aoyama bowed as well, seeing Todoroki enter the room.

Shoto stood there silently for a moment, his eyes flickering over to you briefly before looking at Aoyama.

"Make it a long sleeved dress. I don't want to see her scars. Don't let the dress cling to her figure, and make the dress and veil red so its not see through."

Shoto took in a breath before sighing.

"Please..." he mumbled.

You shifted uncomfortably where you stood as you looked at your prince.

He turned away and walked towards the door and you gasped.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay, your highness?"

He didn't even look back at you.

"No, I have things in court to do." And with that, he was off and out the door.

You trembled but only for a moment as you blinked. You were trying so hard. You were trying so hard..You were..

You blinked rapidly, feeling emotion well up inside you.

"I'm sorry..." You said, placing your hands on your face to hide the pain in your eyes.

"Mon ami," Aoyama placed his hands on yours and pulled them away from your red eyes.

"I see you. Alright?"

You slowly nodded, feeling better already.

"Now let's make a dress which you'll like."