𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝙑 𝘼 𝙎 𝙀

WORD COUNT | 1211

After the torturous and condescending mishap with his father, it appeared he deemed it appropriate to keep his son in the confinement's of his chamber for a few days for the purpose of self reflection. To no surprise the explosive blond took to his punishment with further violence which availed to no end as guards were littered everywhere surrounding his bedroom, from the main door to the balcony and even his bathroom's window. Moreover it seemed colliding with the soldiers stationed only drew more unwanted attention that could result in further negative consequences. It surprised the blond that he recently started to think two steps ahead of his actions, wary of the damage they could cause. He could only pinpoint where this bizarre influence appeared from one person.

However within his time alone, Bakugou only felt his frustration build up at the lack of contact between him and the greenette. It confused the irrational Prince to no end as to why he felt as if something was missing every time the freckled boy departed from him. It seemed that the addictive smell of vanilla and strawberries weren't the only thing he missed as he craved the very touch of his rough skin against the green haired boy's creamy expanse.

He wanted to see him, no, touch him even. Breath in the ever so comforting smell of his scent and place hands where he wouldn't dare allow anyone else to place.

Calling in a maid from nearby, the agitated prince bounced his knee up and down as he waited on his bed whilst the servant girl approached him.

Her eyelashes were average to say the most, as well as a dull sheen to her brown pupils which the blond immediately observed. Despite his obvious disinterest in her, the shameless young girl continued to bat her lashes whilst rearranging her hair in an attempt to be seductive. Although it was a requirement for the palace maids to sport a certain uniform, it seemed as if her particular uniform had a defect for first few buttons had been rather neglected of use. However the prince felt it was rather desperate and crude and it made him miss the ever so bright veredian pupils of the omega which lingered on his mind endlessly.

"How may I help you Bakugou-sama?" He noticed she had used an ointment on her lips, presumably layered upon being called. However it didn't disguise it from looking rather thin, incomparable to the luscious ones of the greenette. Her tone of voice was almost unbearable to the blond's ears, it was sickeningly high pitched.

"Summon supervisor Iida immediately to the sub living room." The blond ordered, his tone cold and disconnected. Without even making eye contact with the servant girl, the arrogant prince strode past the coy maid before making his way to said location.

As he waited rather impatiently for the orderly overseer of the other servants, his mind was left in a jumble as to how he should communicate with the  supervisor. Since spending hours with the omega that was the definition of sunshine and smiles, the blond noticed that his mannerisms were rather rude and demanding in contrast. He was aware of the rumours that circulated around him, branding him as the selfish spoilt prince of the kingdom, how him and his brothers are the north and South Pole of the empire - polar opposites.

However, the Bakugou took no slight to it, he was unbothered - fueled to behave more aggressively even. After all, if that's the expectation placed upon him, shouldn't he fulfill them?

Snapping him out of his thoughts, the rigid voice of Iida rung through the alpha's ears. "Bakugou-sama, in what way can I be of your assistance?"

The blond decided to put more effort into his answer to make it less apprehending. It'll be a step to becoming someone who is more suitable for the polite omega.