𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍, Iluliaq regarded his own image, a ghostly specter in a mirror sheathed with a thin veil of ice, as delicate as lace, crept across the surface of the mirror before him, a testament to the chill that never truly left his soul.

With measured movements, he slipped into the attire of U.A High School. The uniform was a stark contrast to the regal robes of the Northern Water Tribe he once wore.

The uniform of U.A High draped his form- crisp white shirt, the stark red of the tie providing a solitary splash of color against the monochrome ensemble, and instead of the traditional gray jacket, Iluliaq chose the gray vest which better suited his preference for simpler, less encumbering garments.

His long, white hair cascaded down his back, a river of moonlight untouched by scissors or style, a remnant of his princely past.

This was to be his initiation into the halls of heroism, his first day at the prestigious academy that forged legends in this world. To others, it was a coveted opportunity, a chance to rise and shine, to become a beacon of hope- yet, for Iluliaq, it was but another ripple in the pond of his existence, a means to an end.

Stepping out into the bustling streets of Musutafu, Iluliaq was an island of frost in a sea of warmth and color. The morning sun cast long shadows on the pavement, and the air hummed with the promise of the day ahead.

The cacophony of life in the city buzzed around him, a stark contrast to the silence he kept wrapped like a cloak. As Iluliaq moved through it all like a specter, untouched and uninterested in the lives unfolding around him. His cold eyes, as detached as the frost he conjured, scanned the horizon with an air of disinterest, his thoughts adrift somewhere between duty and longing.

With each step toward the towering gates of U.A High, his mind wandered through the fog of possibilities. Indifferent to the world's vibrancy, Iluliaq's icy gaze was fixed on the path ahead.

As Iluliaq strode into classroom 1-A, the tension in the air crackled like lightning, a storm waiting to break.

Bakugo, his perpetual self proclaimed once sided rival since their elementary days, was locked in a heated exchange with a taller student.

Bakugo's eyes narrowed into slits as he caught sight of Iluliaq's entrance. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Ice Prince himself gracing us common folk with his regal presence." He sneered, the words dripping with disdain.

Iluliaq's response was silence, as cold and impenetrable as an iceberg adrift in a frigid sea. Ignoring Bakugo's jibe, he made his way to the back of the classroom, a silent specter moving through the tumult of adolescent energy.

Bakugo's temper flared at the lack of reaction. "Hey, I'm talking to you, Snowflake!" He barked, the veins in his neck pulsing with fury. The other students in the room exchanged wary glances, sensing the impending clash between fire and ice.

Iluliaq finally turned his gaze towards Bakugo, his eyes like frozen sapphires, betraying nothing of the storm brewing within.

"Save your breath, Bakugo. We have nothing to discuss." He replied, his voice as chill as the Arctic winds that shaped his being.

The tension in the room thickened, a palpable force that seemed to press down on them all.

The other student, sensing the volatile atmosphere, stepped in, his voice a calming balm in the midst of the brewing conflict. "Come on, guys, let's not start the day with a fight. We're all here to learn, remember?" He implored, his tone firm but not unkind.