𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝙒 𝘼 𝙇 𝙇

WORD COUNT | 1071

Belligerence.

It struck upon the his aged features like a rageful artist destroying their creation in frustration. His canines gritted against one another in anger. To say the King was animositic would be an understatement.

"Careful, your majesty." A veteran looking servant held the king's arm to steady its shaking form, preventing the man from possibly stumbling upon witnessing the distasteful sight.

Words strung together in ugly sentences forming at the king's mouth, ready to spill all at once like the catastrophous opening of a dam in a tranquil reservoir. His blood was boiling as well the temperature inside his body rising at an incomparable speed. His son, his heir, his own flesh and blood being seen with a lowly servant. It pained the old man to know of such shameful association.

"Out. Now." The king spat out, his blood red eyes that showed similarity to the prince's were staring jarringly at the utterly terrified Midoriya as he hurriedly jammed his foot into his shoes before walking at a brisk pace out the door.

Bakugou wanted to grip onto the thin wrists of the omega, to not let him go. However, even his childish selfishness had a limit and that was his unmoving father.

"Dad." The blond was unsure of what to speak. his voice came out hoarse and dare some say, intimidated. Swallowing a large gulp, his scarlet pupils dug into the rigid crimson ones of his own father. Both blood related royalties unbudging.

"You shall not call me that." The king replied bluntly, showing no sympathy nor understanding in his voice. He waved towards the older butler that was clutching and steadying his arm, "Sorahiko, wait for me outside." upon his request, the servant closed the heavy set of double doors that was the entrance to the prince's chambers, leaving just the two important figures in the silent room.

"You never liked me calling you that anyways." The impulsive prince muttered under his breath, unable to catch his own wits before they escape from his mouth.

"If you could be even a fraction resembling Itsuki, perhaps I would be able to take you to the democratic events outside our empire without the cost of you embarrassing our name." Every word stung the blond's heart, but the young individual was ever too prideful to admit that, even to himself.

Continuing his stone cold facade, the prince interceded his father, "As if I ever wanted to attend those shitty pompous meetings." His comment although rather bold and lacking in mannerisms was not uncommon of the young prince, annoying his father all the more to see how unchanging his inappropriate attitude was even to the days of his adulthood.

"Enough, I've let your immature behaviour run rampant, it seems discipline has been overdue." The piercing gaze of the king was aimed directly towards his shameful son, reflecting the scenario of a sniper to his killshot. Taking a stride towards the prince, the blond's father looked down at his son dismissively. "You are to be married to a princess of the Yaoyorozu kingdom, preparations are to begin without delay." His voice bellowing in the hollow atmosphere of his chambers, each word of that statement weighing down on the son's state progressively.

At once, the prince's fists clenched unbelievably tight, carving blood crescents into his palm. He loathed his father, a man who caused himself to build a sky high fortress around his heart since the naive beginnings of his childhood - a stage in which no infant should be familiar with the concept of detachment and being a subject of a supercilious figure. And he continues to loath the same man who is now currently taking away the only soul that was capable of crumbling the stone hard walls he built. He wanted to scream, to kick, to shout - anything in retaliation that would have achieved a slight moment of catharsis.

Instead the usually brash blond sat in complete silence, his eyes unmoving and unblinking as if someone had switched off his power button. He was simply no longer functioning.

Seeing the utterly defeated expression that painted his rebellious son's face disappointed the king greatly, walking towards the mahogany double doors with arrogant strides befitting of a rather oppressive father, he spun round one last time before letting a harsh phrase hang heavy in the air.

"Still as helpless as ever."

The feeling of neglect and distaste that was directed mercilessly towards him struck a chord within the blond's emotions. It reminded the seemingly tough prince of his earlier childhood, one filled with conditional praise and punishable mistakes. He felt as if his life was personified as walking on a piece of string - one small slip and you'd be sent tumbling into the pitless abyss. With the overarching sunlight that was the apple of everyone's eyes - Itsuki, Bakugou resided in the shadows of his adoptive brother, forever being compared to his gleaming other half.

Underhanded compliments and superficial comments tied his wrists and ankles, preventing the young boy to soar with his potentials. He absolutely hated his own helplessness. Perhaps that was why he was drawn to the luscious emerald locks he first saw in the woods - for there that omega laid, defenceless and vulnerable, and in that sheer moment of encounter, an unfamiliar feeling of warmth sprouted within his chest, he felt helpful.

Snapping out of his brief flashbacks of thoughts, the rageful young adult responded to his father's earlier order, "that can fuck right off." He felt confidence to stand up against a figure he deemed as above himself in dominance upon the realisation that the one thing he ever yearned for is being taken away.

"Excuse me?" The king's fingers slipped from the gold plated handles of his thick wooden doors.

"You heard the first time you old fuck." His signature grin and devilish smirk returning in full force. That's right, the king is just another human, like himself.

"To let loose your sacrilegious behaviour to even me, have you finally gotten insane?" The aged lips of the older man quivered in shock and disgust.

"No, you just haven't noticed have you." Bakugou stood up from his bed, an air of arrogance surrounding him like birds flocking to food. Scarlet pupils digging into the one of his own kind, both pairs ruby red in colour - except one is the prey and the other is the predator.

"I've always been this insane."

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Synopsis:
"Cigarettes and whiskey bottles. Textbooks and straights As. Read on as two supposedly misaligned universes collide in a not so subtle fashion."