Kirishima was freaking out. He had forced Izuku to have sex with him! He was the lowest of the low. He hadn't meant to. He had been completely drunk. That meant that no one could blame him, right? Kirishima let his mind wander back to the events of the other night once he reach the cottage. He blushed as he remembered how good it felt to have Izuku. He wanted to do it again, but he was afraid that Izuku would end up hating him more for it. Kirishima was so uncertain of what to do. As he thought, he felt something move. He saw that Izuku had just woken up, "Izuku! Good morning my love!" Kirishima beamed at the waking boy and was met with a murderous face. Kirishima suddenly felt like he should leave, but he had an idea that he wanted to go with, "Come on Izuku. We need to get to the castle." Izuku stared at the prince as though he was mad and asked, "Why would we have to go to the castle?" Kirishima smiled gently and said, "Well, we did have sex. We need to get married immediately!" Izuku just shouted "What?!"
As they approached the castle, Kirishima stared at Izuku. He was worried about how his mother would react. If Inko found out that he forced himself onto her beloved son, he could say goodbye to all the delicious foods. Kirishima just hoped that Izuku didn't react so poorly to meeting the other royal families. They finally reached the castle. As they exited the carriage, Kaminari came up, "Hey, Kirishima. Where the hell did you go last night? Bakugo was crazy mad that you ditched the party." Kaminari turned to see Izuku. He turned back to Kirishima and asked, "Who is this?" Izuku bowed towards Kaminari and said, "Greetings Prince Kaminari. My name is Izuku Midoriya. My mother is the head chef at this castle. I was brought here by Prince Kirishima for a particular reason." Kaminari just stared at Izuku before looking back at Kirishima, "This is your one true love? They guy that hates the royals? No way, he's too nice." Izuku glared at Kaminari, "Oh sorry your highness. I didn't know that I have to hate you every single moment of my life. I may hate the royal families, but I actually have this thing to do called living my life." Kaminari was taken aback by how Izuku's manners had changed so quickly. He looked back at Kirishima, who wore a smug smile. "See? Told you he hates us. I don't know why thoug. I guess it doesn't matter anyway. I have to marry him." Kaminari took a step bck and looked at Kirishima as though he were completely insane. Kirishima explained, "I went to his house the other night when I was drunk. And I may have had sex with him. But it's okay because I love him and I can help him get over the hatred he feels for us royals." Kirishima just smiled at the two boys before him when he heard someone yell behind him. "You did what??!!!!!" Kirishima turned back to see Bakugo in an rage, ready to crush Kirishima. He walked up to the three and Kirishima expected him to punch him, but the punch never came. Instead, he approached Izuku. He spoke, "Shitty Deku. Why the hell are you here and why the hell did you have sex with shitty hair?" Izuku just stared at Bakugo before answering, "Hey Kacchan. I don't need to answer any of your questions. Remember, we are not friends anymore. You are my enemy." Kirishima just stared at the two's conversation. He had no idea that Bakugo and Izuku knew each other. He grew jealous as Bakugo's face seemed to soften as Izuku spoke. Out of no where, Bakugo grabbed Izuku and held him over his shoulders, "Alright Deku. It's time that you explain what happened. And no more talking back. It's time you also tell me why you hate the royal families so much. By the way, we're also getting so of your mom's cooking." Bakugo went back into the castle with Izuku over his shoulder. Kirishima and Kaminari followed suit.
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The Sharp Prince and the Soft Pauper
FanfictionIn the kingdom of UA, there are several royal families that overlook the different sections of the kingdom and govern them. In the section of earth, the young Prince Eijiro Kirishima is beloved by all his people. Well, almost all. There is one perso...