𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

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𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 down on the city of Musutafu as Iluliaq smoothed the fabric of his middle school uniform, the pristine lines and muted colors a stark contrast to the vibrant blues, and white furs, he once wore as a prince.

His fingers brushed through the length of his long, white hair, a stark reminder of the legacy he left behind in the Northern Water Tribe. Biting into the sandwich clasped between his teeth, a poor substitute for the lavish feasts he once enjoyed as a prince.

He navigated the bustling streets of Musutafu with the ease of someone who had walked them for years. Despite the familiarity, a pang of longing for his homeland echoed in his heart. It was a frustration that brewed just beneath the surface, a constant reminder of the extensive journey he'd undergone to reach this semblance of normalcy.

He had painstakingly carved a niche for himself in this strange, new world, brimming with heroes and quirks. His days were a constant juggle between school, shifts at a local coffee shop paid in cash due to child labor laws, rigorous training in isolation, and the few quiet moments he could steal in his modest apartment, a far cry from the royal chambers he once knew.

Though while he would never admit it aloud, there were moments when the memories of royal comforts and the weight of a crown crept into his thoughts, was a sting to his pride he couldn't quite shake off. The era of his life when he had countless servants attending to his every need. There was an undeniable allure to that life of luxury, but it was a life he could not reclaim.

As he walked into school, his blue eyes, reminiscent of a frozen sea, scanned the faces around him. He didn't engage, didn't seek conversation, his rather ironic reputation as the 'Ice Prince' had solidified early on. The whispers of his classmates floated through the air, a mixture of admiration and curiosity that he chose to ignore.

"Hey, isn't that, Kiyotsuki?" A girl's voice whispered excitedly from a group of students nearby.

"Yeah, but don't even bother. He won't give you the time of day." Another girl replied with a hint of disappointment.

A boy from the same group chimed in, his voice laced with false bravado. "I heard he's like that because he's some kind of foreign royalty or something. Like he thinks he's better than us."

Iluliaq's ears picked up on the conversation, but his expression remained impassive. He took another bite of his sandwich, the bread and filling offering little comfort compared to the rich flavors of his homeland's cuisine.

Iluliaq's arrival at the classroom was timed perfectly, he finished his sandwich that was now nothing more than a few crumbs on his lips. He brushed them away absently and took his usual seat at the back of the room. The chair beneath him was cold and unforgiving, much like the reputation he had unwittingly crafted for himself. He sat with an air of detached elegance, a solitary figure amid the chatter of his classmates. His teacher had yet to arrive, and the room buzzed with teenage energy.

Around him, conversations bubbled like a stream over rocks, their words washing over him, though he never dipped a toe into the flow.

"Hey, did you see Kiyotsuki today? He's got that look again, like he's about to summon a natural disaster or something." One student whispered to another, careful not to draw his attention.

"I know, right? He's so intense. But I heard he's amazing at everything he does. Kind of makes you wonder what his quirk is." The other replied, casting a curious glance toward the enigmatic boy.