BnHA Princess and the Pauper AU

CHAPTER 1: THE PRINCESS

"Princess, I implore you, get down from there!"

"No way. Never."

"Please don't be so childish!"

"I-Iida-kun, no matter what you do, she wouldn't listen. She hates dance lessons."

Princess Uraraka Ochako sighed from her place up the ceiling in her room. Might I add, it was a very high ceiling as well. Her Quirk, which allowed her and things she touches, to defy gravity for a certain amount of time was useful in times like these.

Because, let's be honest, what Deku said was true: she hated dance lessons with a passion. Those stupid lessons only make her feet hurt (because, hey, who in the world came up with that ridiculous unspoken rule that royal women needed to wear high heeled shoes during a ball, dancing, that could potentially last up to twelve hours), and besides, there was no point on repeating and repeating the same lessons all year round when there was always only one ball in a year. The steps she's been taught since she was a child was literally what she's still taught this very day and honestly it's been getting quite boring.

Well, every lesson she's been taught has been getting boring.

Below her, her two faithful attendants and best friends were trying to persuade her to come down from her safe zone.

"I know that!" Stern, bespectacled Iida Tenya said. "But if she doesn't come down we're the ones who would have to answer for her tardiness!"

Green-haired, freckled Midoriya Izuku, also known as Deku, mumbled, "It wouldn't be the first time."

This was also true. As her personal attendants, it was Iida and Deku's job to make sure the princess' schedule would be followed accordingly. And because she was often a little more than rebellious... well, as Iida stated, they were the ones held responsible—though because the King and Queen are kind, they always only get off with light scolding (as parents they know how Ochako acts).

"Uraraka Ochako! This is not how a proper lady should act! You're flashing us your petticoat!" Iida said, shielding his eyes from the sight. Deku was a little too unfortunate and didn't turn away in time, flushing a deep red color.

"Uraraka-sama, please remember that you are a young lady! If it were any other men than Iida-kun and I—"

"They still wouldn't be able to catch me from up here," Ochako butt in. "And stop calling me '-sama' and 'princess'. You know I hate it," she added quietly.

"Well, we're calling you that until you come down from there," Iida deadpanned, pushing his glasses further up his nose. "Your limit's almost up; if you keep floating any more you'll—"

The dizziness suddenly hit her and she vomited all over Deku.

"—spill your stomach's contents all over Izuku again." Iida sighed, rubbing his nose bridge.

"Again, it wouldn't be the first time," Deku said, trying not to tip over the vomit that landed on his head onto the floor. It would be a hassle if the carpet were to get messy too.

"Wah! Deku I'm sorry!" Ochako wobbly landed back on the floor and frantically waved her hands in front of her. "I didn't mean to—I mean, sorry! I'm sorry!"

If this were to happen to anyone else it would've been mortifying and disgusting, but this was something the two young men witnessed fairly often, and unfortunately, they were used to such disasters.

Deku waved Ochako off. "It's fine, Uraraka-san."

"Good grief..." Iida handed Deku and Ochako a clean towel he carried with him. He was always prepared for something like this to happen. "Honestly, Uraraka-san, if you don't like it so much, shouldn't you ask their Majesties to stop sending in the tutors, or, at the very least, replace some lessons?"

Ochako's shoulders slumped. "I tried, but my parents always say, 'Oh, Ochako dear, we just want you to grow into a fine young lady capable of herself!' with such good intentions, it's hard to disagree with them directly. Besides, I asked them last week if they could swap out dancing with combat lessons and they said no again."

The two personal attendants shook their heads. Ever since they were twelve, Ochako's had this sort of fantasy that she wanted to be some kind of warrior princess. Well, putting it that way would be harsh. Ochako had a strong drive to protect people directly, the way a knight or guard would. And, according to Ochako's logic, because she was the big deal, there would always be a possibility of kidnap attempts and death threats towards her. She had to be ready at all cost, she said, and she's not all together wrong. But the King and Queen was adamant about having their precious only child carry weapons of the kind and injure herself in the process.

Iida sighed. "At any rate, one problem at a time... Please do make yourself presentable as of the moment. We understand you dislike what your parents are making you do but floating up ceilings will not solve anything."

Ochako slouched. "I know, I know..."

Iida wanted to reproach Ochako for her posture but Deku caught the look on his face and shook his head. The last thing their best friend needed was another reminder of how she should act.

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"Oh, Ochako dear, come sit with us. We have an extremely important topic to discuss with you."

Ochako sighed as she sat in her designated seat at the dinner table. It wasn't rare for her parents to discuss "extremely important topics" with her while eating their meals. Just the other day, the issue was about the baker at some random street complaining about the sewer smell that's been chasing away her customers (which totally negates the table etiquettes Ochako was taught; who talks about sewers while at meals anyway?). Ochako pretty much thought that this was another one of those random simple problems the King and Queen were faced with so she figured that she'd just tune them out while eating and pretend to listen to them.

Just as they finished saying grace and just as Ochako was about to take a forkful of her salad, her father cleared his throat and said, "Ochako-chan, we've chosen a husband for you from a neighbouring kingdom."

Everything that Ochako learned about etiquette and proper table manners were thrown out the window at the mention of this. Immediately she spit out the salad and stared at her parents with wide, dear-caught-in-headlights eyes. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"