Ethereal ◆ Shoto Todoroki x Reader

3 | Let the Party Begin

A good queen's goal is to end wars, not start them. 

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You walk to Hiro's room, completely unfazed. You've been trained to control nervousness, after all, you will rule someday.

You knock on his door softly, and you hear his quiet voice invite you in.

You push open the door and walk inside.

Hiro is sitting at his desk, papers and books sprawled out in front of him. He looks stressed. 

"Hiro. I'm sorry."

He looks at you., and his lips curl up into a small smile.

"I'm sorry too," he apologizes, "It's just, even if we aren't really siblings, I still see you as my little sister. I love you."

He stands up and hugs you, then pulls away and looks you in the eyes. "And if anyone tries to do anything to you, I'll beat their-"

You stop him. "Remember, Hiro, you're going to take Father's place someday, so you must not tarnish your reputation."

He laughs. "I would, for you. As long as you're safe."

"Thank you, and I will always, always, consider you family. No matter what has happened in the past."

You smile at him, and he smiles back. "We'd better get ready for the party tomorrow, sister. It'll be a wild ride," he says. 

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"Do you like the decorations, your Highness?" Your personal maid asks you.

You yawn. "Yes, very much, but why did I have to get up so early?"

Your already in your party gown, even though it's already two hours until the 'bidding' officially starts. 

The hall where the party will be held is extravagantly decorated, more than usual. 

You sigh. Is father really that excited to be rid of you?

As if he could read your thoughts, Hiro came up behind you. "Y'know, I guess they were right."

"Huh?" You ask him.

"Apparently when dad was a boy, they called him the 'Party Prince'," he laughs, "And honestly, I can see why. He loves to throw parties, even if it's one selling his daughter."

You laugh with him. Father has always been so extra.

"Why didn't the maids make you dress up?" You ask him, looking at his simple outfit.

He scoffs. "Do you seriously think they can stuff me in a tight suit for a whole four hours? I may be a prince, but I am also a human. At least your dress looks comfortable."

"Well," you say, "besides the fact that I can barely breathe, it is quite comfortable."

Father walks in, a smile taking over his features.