(Todoroki Shoto x Reader x Midoriya Izuku.)
Poly!
-BOOK ONE of the Lush Life series!
*Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language.
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I had known of the rumors, he was supposed to be a cursed being--something unwanted and maimed...
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(Itsuka Kendo is so pretty HELP ME)
—First Person POV.—
The sound of a knock dragged me from my sleep and I cast my blinking gaze upwards where sunlight snuck in through the edges of the closed windows.
It took a second to register before I was scrambling out of bed and not so majestically kicking the heavy trunk aside to open the door.
I peered out into the corridor—where no one stood..?
No, wait, there was clothes, but they were standing upright—and I have to fight myself from jumping back when Hagakure's voice suddenly beamed "His Highness sent these!"
The sleeve shifted upwards to hold out a portable wooden box with a slanted lid "There's paper, ink, and a quill inside."
With a light 'thank you,' I gently plucked the box up from her invisible grasp—smiling politely and tilting it sideways to fit through the doorway, before moving to close the door.
"Lady (Y/n)?"
"Yes?" I pause, tilting my head up at where I think her eyes are and trying not to make it too obvious that I was confused as hell right now.
"Is something.. Going on?" She slowly inquires—I can imagine her bright irises looking me up and down with a look of concern painting her features right about now.
I clear my throat, and shake my head "Nope, everything's fine—" The door falls shut, leaving the puzzled servant in confusion.
I didn't bother pushing the trunk back to its original place or against the door, instead, I carried the wooden box over to the window seat and set it down on the cushion.
The heavy chair still blocked the door connecting my bedchamber to the small room where Kinoko slept.
I trot over to my bed and threw the covers back, eyes scanning carefully for any spiders or snakes—after thankfully finding none, I flopped down onto the mattress and sprawled across the bed.
Today marked the beginning of my second week here.
A heavy sigh escapes my lips.
But surprisingly so far, it hasn't been too bad.
My mind drifted as I relived the heart attack I had when the Prince pulled me aside—asking questions I'd rather not answer and making me internally die inside.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus not on the fear, but on his expression... His otherworldly eyes, the slight furrow in those mismatched brows, and the way his dual-colored hair casted half-across his face.
His monotonous voice echoed in my mind—every word he spoke replaying with agonizing clarity.
My stomach did that strange flip, a mix of roses and thorn bushes twisting up within me— Maybe I've got some kind of stomach bug? Holy shit, tape worms??
