Morals

Twenty-five

A/n- unedited

Denai POV 

I feel relieved now that he knows, but it doesn't change the fact that I could be forced to leave because of the omission of important information. I like my life here in human society and wouldn't trade it for anything, especially not for the title of queen. I have been under my family's thumb for too long. I have begged and pleaded for love. And the one to give that love wasn't either of them, but a human man with a quick temper and an explosive personality. I won't tolerate him being threatened or hurt. I need to become stronger, so I can protect him as he tries to protect me. It's the least I can do. I love him too much to let him get hurt or worse on my behalf. 

As I sit here on the balcony of my dorm, staring out at the stars. I recount all of my memories of my life at UA with Katsuki. I have never been as happy as I am with him. It's almost as if we were fated to be together. I feel so horrible because I lied about who I was, and it got him hurt. It makes me hate that I was born into my family or that I was born a Nefertiti. Why couldn't I have been born a human instead? But despite all of that, he loves me for me. He doesn't wish that I'd change. 

A knock was heard at my room door. I stepped off the balcony to open it. As I got closer, I could tell that it was Katsuki by his scent. He often smelled like burnt sugar or caramel because of his power.  I opened the door to see him dripping with sweat as if he'd training for the greater part of an hour. 

"Katsuki, what are you doing here so late?" I asked, stepping aside so he could come in. He didn't answer at first, just wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, leaving streaks of dirt behind. His jaw was set tight, like he was chewing on something bitter.

"I was out training late," he finally said, voice rough, like gravel under boots. "I didn't feel like stopping at my dorm straight away." His red eyes flicked to the balcony, then back to me.

"You've been crying," he stated bluntly, as if accusing me. But his hand twitched at his side, the way it always did when he was fighting the urge to reach out.

"No, I wasn't. I was thinking about a few things." I walked back out on the balcony, leaning over to look at the sky. Katsuki followed, silent except for the sound of his boots scuffing against the concrete. 

"Bullshit," he muttered. 

"You've got that look like you're blaming yourself again."

"It's hard not to." I laughed dryly, looking up at one star in particular. Katsuki leaned his forearms on the railing beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves.

"Which one's yours?" he asked suddenly, nodding toward the sky. His voice was softer now, the gravel smoothed over with something dangerously close to tenderness.

"The brightest one, the north star. My father always told me that it represented my future. That told him what kind of person I'd become someday." I glanced over at Katsuki, who was looking up at the stars. He scoffed, shaking his head slightly. 

"Figures they'd make you something that shines the brightest. Fucking annoying."

"Yeah, my father was a doting father. He didn't have any sons, so he treated us like precious gems. Though I'd have to admit, he could be a bit much at times." I laughed at the memory of my father. Katsuki snorted, shaking his head. 

"Sounds like a pain in the ass." His fingers tapped impatiently against the railing, but his gaze stayed locked on the sky. "But you still miss him, don't you?"