She is a He (TODODEKU) PRINCE AU

Planning for the Amity ball

Summary:

The planning of the Amity ball, hosted by the King Enji of the Endeavor Kingdom begins.
The Yuuei Prince could already taste disaster.

This actual chapter was supposed to be longer since I was going to add the section of Midoriya's second visit to Bakugo's cave. But I was like screw that, and just dumped that part into a new document, which will now be the intro of the next chapter. Yay. So..technically I have half of the next chapter already written out yipeeee!!!

P.S: Just noticed I have been writing the following chapters in past tense (lol)
Sorry about that. Anyway...

Thank you so much for reading this story once again! I love reading your comments too!! See you soon!

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The Amity ball.

An event that Midoriya had dreaded the moment he had entered the neighbouring Kingdom. It wasn't the mingling with other visiting royals that the Yuuei Prince was worried about. Oh no. His current concern was that fact he had to go to the event dressed as Deku. As much as he enjoyed acting out his other alter-ego, putting up a fake facade of smiles was very tiring. And by attending this event, this meant he had to put in double the energy to ensure he got no suspicious looks. The Yuuei Prince could already taste disaster.

Now, it was reliving to know Todoroki felt the same way. Or that's what he had believed. That idea went poofed in his mind when the young Prince found himself being hauled through the early morning crowd of villagers to a clothing shop. Supposedly, the only store to have gained the trusted Crown Prince's support. The next thing he knew, mannequins — covered in dresses surrounded him. The wooden forms stared eerily back at him, thin and tall. The female forms were smiling with hands-on slim hips jutted to one side. Midoriya allowed his fingers glide over the material, examining it. He didn't need to see the price tag to know this was high-valued silk. Regrettably, the real purpose of the visit unveiled itself when the boy glared sharply into the shop's mirror, a greenish-blue long gown made of soft, satiny fabric, adorned his small frame. The only thing separating him from the snooping assistants that were hovering outside the dressing room was a single red curtain, which was being guarded by a scrutinizing Prince.

A mere shake of the head signified the Prince's dissatisfaction, and soon the once-worn dress was tossed nimbly out of the small room, and in an instant, another dress took its place. If this is what Ochaco had to go through every morning when she woke up from her royal slumber, Midoriya was thankful he wasn't fully a real princess. Because if he were, his mind would most likely explode in the same manner of Kacchan's blasts.

The process was rinse and repeat. Assistants would swoop in like doves, carrying endless piles of dresses. Even with Midoriya's small notions of "Oh this one feels nice" or "I like the decoration", the dresses were discarded as quickly as they came. A sigh left the boy's lips. Todoroki was not making the situation any better at all. That was a fact.

No matter how many compliments were expressed by the assistants; a subtle way of saying just to pick a dress already from Midoriya's point of view. Everything fell back to step zero.

"Last chance to admit you are a picky person." Midoriya decided to assert unequivocally, once out of earshot of the shop assistant who had gone to fetch another ideal dress. An irked scowl met his proposal. At some point, Midoriya couldn't help wonder if last night's events were merely a dream. The slight surge of pain shooting from his backside was good enough answer. Though, it was somewhat captivating to watch how quickly Todoroki's mood could change.