Chapter 2

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"Okaaaayyy" Izuku sighs as he stands at the castle gates with all his materials for painting the prince's portrait. Maybe if I do this they'll let me look through their magic library... and find a spell to bring him back... he wonders before entering the gates, after introducing his business to the guards. Just a few steps after the gate is an escort waiting there, probably for Izuku.
"Follow me. The prince is waiting for you." He says before leading the green-haired boy through the castle.
The walls are lined with intricate floral designs of yellow and reds, separated by golden arches that pop out the walls a bit with suits of silver armor every place the arches meet. It had smooth and shiny mahogany wood floors with a peculiar shade of red, pattern to be in rows of zig-zags. The castle oddly smelt of cinnamon...
As they passed by the kitchen, where all the chefs prepare any snacks or meals for the royal family, Izuku freezes as could swear he saw a flash of spiky blond hair. "Katsuki..." he mumbles.
"Is something the matter?" The escort asks which brings Izuku's attention back.
"Ah no... let's continue" he says before continuing their walk to the prince's room.
As they walk Izuku's mind gets stuck in his thoughts and so many questions arise. Was that Katsuki? Is it possible he got reincarnated? Are the Gods messing with me? If this is father's doing and it's just a trick I will beat his ass. What if it IS katsuki? No, that's not possible... a clone maybe? But how- no one has seen him in 500 years, anyone who knew him is surely gone... maybe his family performed some rituals to bring him back? What the hell is going on...
Izuku was coming up with so many possibilities that he didn't realize when the escort stopped walking and he walked right into the man , causing his materials to clank against each other "Shoot- I'm sorry-" he apologized.
He looked at the door and back to the escort frantically. "D-do I just-" he asks, talking about if he should go into the room. The escort just nods and Izuku enters.
Very... VERY few have been in the prince's room and it's now clear why. It's gorgeous. The whole room is white with gold designs. Not to mention the size.
"Over here." Shoto's voice can be heard from the window seat.
Izuku looks over to see him sitting on a padded bench with pillows and a breathtaking view of the city behind him. "Yes, your majesty" he says "Where would you like me to set up?" Ha adds. Todoroki just points to a spot and Izuku sets up his easel quickly.

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As Izuku sketched Todoroki's outline he hummed, wondering about what he had seen earlier. The blond hair. It looked so much like him... why... just why... Izuku thinks to himself while he glances at Todoroki for reference. His hair is so unique it's freaky.
"What about my hair is freaky... Izuku."
What the hell was that-
"What was what? My voice in your head?"
Izuku looks over at Todoroki who is smirking slightly.
"These last few hours have revealed everything about you, Izuku"
Izuku's eyes widened.
No one has seen mind magic in over 100 years. How would you know it?
"Our magic library has plenty of forgotten magic books"
Maybe then I could find a revival book there!
"Maybe you could" Todoroki quits with the mind magic. "If you make this portrait exquisite." Of course.
Izuku mumbles his response "I would do anything for my Katsuki... I'll make this the best of my works..."
"Perfect."
Izuku keeps working while Todoroki stays seated in the position of which he wants the painting. Sitting against the wall with one knee up and the other leg stretched out. The perfect model. The room is totally silent now. Only the chirping of the birds can be heard. So peaceful...
"Call for a servant." Todoroki said as he pointed to a rope coming from the ceiling which probably led to a bell in the kitchen or servant's quarters.
"Yes, your majesty" Izuku answers and goes to the rope and pulls it.
Minutes later Izuku sat back down doing some touch ups on the background of the canvas. As Izuku does this there's a knock on the door.
"Come in." Todoroki says and a servant with red- almost messy hair and yellow eyes enters the room.
"What do you need, your majesty?" He asks Todoroki.
"Get us a cheese and crackers platter." Todoroki demands of the man.
"I'll get that for you right away, your majesty" he says before leaving to go to the kitchen.
As Izuku keeps doing touch ups he continues his thoughts about the hair he saw earlier that morning. I have to see who that was. He thinks to himself.
Forty minutes later, probably longer than it should have been done, there's a knock. Todoroki gives the person permission for entry and the servant makes their way over to Todoroki and Izuku
"Sorry for the wait, there was an incident with the servant serving you" they bow.
But Izuku's heart and body freezes. The voice was all too familiar to him. Izuku slowly turns his head to the servant in between him and Todoroki.
"Katsuki-" his pencil drops to the floor.
"Uhm... how do you know my name?"
He doesn't remember me... Izuku knew it couldn't possibly be Katsuki. Katsuki was in his basement. But even so... his heart broke hearing the only person he has ever loved ask such a question...
"Is... Is your surname Bakugo by any chance..?" Izuku asks, wondering if it's just a coincidence or not.
"Yeah... who are you?"
His heart breaks more.
"My name is Izuku Midoriya..."
"You have the same name as my ancestors' boyfriend hundreds of years ago," Katsuki notices.
"Ah, so do you." Izuku says with a small, almost sad smile.
"How odd..." Katsuki comments while watching the green haired boy pick up his pencil he has dropped earlier.
"Very" Izuku chuckles knowing on his end it isn't a coincidence he has the same name.




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AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELP? OMGGG? You know I had to add the basement part. It was too funny not to. But this was amazinngggggg hope you enjoyed itttt

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