The Prince Dirys.

2.danceing with a dream.

That night he lay on his old bed facing the scealing. Empty thorts foxtroted across the vast expanse of his minde. Although he couldn't dance his focus would make quicksteps back to the argument he had walked into his childhood home to.
   His mother yelling at a man she seamed to know. Her face red and blochy contorted in anger, her plump hug-able form stood tall and confident for a change, and redaly demanding that this jentalman "leave " her "fucking house."  Mother wasn't one to hear that language and allmight knows she would wash out any hero or villens or sivilens maby kachans mouth out with soap for it.
So who was that man?
What did he want?
Why did he try to stay when he saw me?
Most interesting what did he do to mother to make her that mad?
Mad enough to not eat dinner after I made it, mad enough to pace holes in the old carpet, mad enough to still be muttering bad words in her room. 
   Thinking like this began to twist my head in a not and my stomach in a tizzy.  I need to ask mom, but it's late.  Not to mention watching the still and reserved womun pace and in sercals made him dizzy.
   He stud to move but black consumed him ...

When it was light again and he could move he found himself in a large bed ... It looked to be bigger than king sized and he was there...
"Good dream my prince?"
Wate what he thort. Prince.
"You're grand father has set out you're roster for the day ." He pawsed. "Well wake up you won't be able to nagoteate with the leaders of Japan and visit you're friends if you can't get dressed or on the way to the mane hall..."  What was going on ... Where was he... Prince...
" Young prince wake up!" The man shaped.

Isaku's Noddy shaped upright from his place for on the floor.
What's that a dream?
He had never dreamed of being a prince before, even as a child he had alwase knew what he was going to be and that wasn't a prince, it was a hero.  Where would he be prince of.

Finally his sleapy haze fell away and so did his dream faded. Reminding him of his morning exercises and his rutean, just because he wasn't at school or patroling didn't mean he could skip leg and arm day. Which where every day.
It was barely 8oclock in the morning when he stepped out of his post exercise shower and into a fresh fluffy towal. One he hadn't used before he remembered grabbing his Allmight towal the one that couldn't cover his hips anymore but covered him enough to not flash his friends and mother. Maby mother switched them, pushing the thort to the side he continued to get Reddy for the day. 
Stepping in to his room he made the bed before looking for a pare of boxers to wear for the day almost in vain having remembered he left moste of the cloths that fit him in his dorm room and all that was left should be old tattered cloths. Oh well. He guessed he would look homeless for the day before heading to rifle through his draws finding only designer cloths ...
Shout with him out the house and earning money from his work study's his mother had a little more money but not that much and that  towal it was much to plush and exorbent for his mother to afford. Hell he couldn't afford these and his wage was just higher than his mothers.
Unless she had a rase and hadn't told him. Pushing it aside again he desided to continue to get Reddy for the day not once thinking about the eggshell buttondoun he was tucking in to a pair of fresh Jeans or the well fitted black waste coat that went over the top or the pre-tied tie he slipped under his coler and behind the waste coat. Ok he thort about it, but he had to argue he looked good like Llidea had picked his cloths again, but this time he had stile.  H slipped on a pair of red seekers that where more cushened than his normal ones,which where not to be found where he left them again he assumed that had been replaced or he had kicked them out of sight, and left his room. 
    When he saw his mother had fallen asleep on the sofa with only half of her dinner eatoen he defiantly desided something was wrong. Even in a bad mood his mother only left the costomerry eaghth of rice and of twelfth of fish.  Was his cooking that bad or had the stranger still plagued her minde. He lifted her from her spot and took her prone form to her room in knowing that as he traversed the stairs his mother had awoken. 
"Sweet Hart when did you get home?"
"Mom I've been hear since that man left ; I made dinner you only had half and didn't even touch desert." Inko was confused.  Had she been that focused on her fear she had neglected to see her sun had made her dinner and couldn't even remember eating it letalone him ariveing home.
Seeing the puselment on his mothers face he stood to leave and try to make sum sence of all that had happened in the ten hours since he left...
"Isaku when did you buy those cloths, that look good on you."
That sent him plumiting who had given him these if it wasn't his mother?
" I had hoped you got them for me, that where in my draws." His mother whent pale.  The next thing he knew his and his mothers phones went off.

"Deku some one broke into you're room, we've checked and nothings missing but you're door but that left a letter and a sutekace. The sensi's are checking both the letter and lace now!" He herd a familler voice state and could picture the robotic hand motions being made by Llidea.
" Thanks class president ," he replied formally",I'll be at the dorms soon!"
But now he had plans. Now he really needed to ask his mother what was happening.