Kaminari walked down a different pathway than the one the other boy had led him through, behind the buildings rather than in the middle of them. He fanned his face with his hands, trying to keep his composure. The skinny boy presumed the other had planned this, and imagined that that was the reason they were even speaking in the first place was so that he could be 'converted', used, then disposed of.Kaminari would not let himself be the pawn.
Shinsou, on the otherhand, took the main pathway, or, the way he came, which led to him again being bombarded with townspeople wanting to speak to him, wanting him to bless their babies, marry their daughters, etc. He couldn't be rude, so he stayed silent, and much like the boy he was searching for, tried to keep his composure.
The main road was the longer trip to the destination, so Denki arrived first, just minutes before Hitoshi. Hitoshi, had, no ill intent. truly, he wanted to 'befriend' the boy, and he was sure Monoma wouldn't mind some time to himself, instead of tending to him all the time, though it more seemed he himself wanted space away from Neito, perhaps, with another skinny blond boy. although, Hitoshi hated skinny blond boys.
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"he's so hard to understand- he's hot but lord i can't read him- he has no discernible personality-"
"but i thought you said he was being sweet at the bakery-"
"Hanta. the second we stepped out i was basically smothered in 'Jesus' holy name'. him planning that probably wasnt very sweet."
"are you really sure he planned it though? you don't really know for sure-"
Denki paused, "i hate to ask- but- can you please just get my mind off of all this?" he asked, looking up at the dark haired boy as he sat sitting criss-cross-applesauce on his bed.
"of course, Kaminari;"
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Shinsou burst through the palace doors with heavy steps, his furrowed eyebrows scaring the butlers and buttresses away from asking him whatever the matter was. He looked around for his father, not seeing him, though, instead finding his mother drinking tea in a velvet chair placed in the corner.
"Mother?" he half-asked, his mother standing up and taking his hands in hers, leading him down the westward corridor.
"Mother, is something wrong?" he asked again, this time being met with a quick hush from the woman as they entered a random room.
"Take a seat, Hitoshi. I believe it's time we had a talk."
Shinsou sat in a similar velvet chair to the one his mother sat in, her grabbing his hands once more the two locking eyes as the boy locked eyes with her, fearful, and, confused.
"Hitoshi i'm going to ask you something and i am going to need you to be as honest as possible, can you promise me that?"
"yes, mother. i swear."
"Hitoshi, do you- do you favor the boy? the Prince?"
"I am sure i don't know what you mean."
"Perhaps not the Prince- but- Is it boys; that you favor?"
Shinsou didn't answer, only looked down as he removed his hands from his mothers.
"When i was your age, Hito, I was like you." She paused, "may i tell you a story?"
Rewind: 18 years ago (2 years before Hitoshi's birth)
"Rei- Do you really have to go?" Hitoshi's mother cried, holding onto the white-haired princess' dress. The other women fell to her feet, placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders.
"my darling- i wish there was a way- for us- but-"
"shh. i wish for our last moments to be sweet.
"i love you, Maiko."
"i love you, Rei."
The two women kissed, tears running down their cheeks for a long moment. Rei, though, couldn't stay for long. She'd been bought, sold, and bought again by another Prince, and would be made to bear children.
Flashback over
"I loved her, Hitoshi, i still do, really," Shinsous mother chuckled, wiping tears from her eyes. Honestly, he'd wanted to cry to, if only he knew how.
"well- where is she? can't you write her?"
"she- well, i heard she'd gone a bit mad-"
"i think i do favor boys, mother." Shinsou interrupted.
"truly? you do?"
"yes."
Hitoshi walked out of the room after another moment or two, having had a conversation with his mother about her childhood, and, how they could never tell their father about any of this.
"Monoma!" Shinsou burst through his door, too exited about conquering his identity crisis- and too nervous- to go talk to Kaminari; "I have so much to tell you"
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Meanwhile, Denki and Sero laid next to eachother, Kaminaris head on the other males chest, etc., platonically, of course, for the most part; although those closer to them would say they've crossed more than a few lines.
"are you still mad?" Sero asked, gently scratching the back of the others head.
"yes, i am, thank you, by the way," he paused, "and maybe you're right, his father does seem a bit, strict. Would you like carry a message for me?"

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i am god. ||shinkami||
Fanfiction"i hate people like him. i hate pretty blond boys like him." ------ ------ bnha Royalty AU ShinKami tw's/themes: - religion (religious trauma) - drug/alchohol use - homophobia - slight gore - cursing - various other mature themes