Sunflower and White Rose | Bakugou x Reader Fantasy AU

Part 2

"Katsuki! Where are you going?! You haven't even found a partner!" Mitsuki called out.

"Prince!"

"My Prince!"

"Katsuki!" Kirishima dashed off to go after Bakugou.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya's brows furrowed with worry. You too, gazed at the direction your prince had just ran off to. The beautiful white petals of the rose he had were now shredded on the ground. It pained you to see your favorite flower laying on the ground in such a tattered state. Suddenly remembering you had just asked him to be your partner, Midoriya turned back to you, "Oh right! A-Are you sure you wanna g-go with me?"

"Yeah! Of course! Who else would I go with? It's not like I have any other friends," you chuckled at him.

"But I thought you liked-" Midoriya didn't finish the sentence, instead he looked towards the direction where the ash blonde prince had just ran off.

The smile on your face threatened to falter, but you forced it to stay in place. The corner of your mouth twitched a little as you chuckled, "Who told you that?"

"Well- I mean-.... The way you look at him..." Midoriya looked down guiltily. He had always been perceptive, but he didn't mean to pry into your privacy.

You finally couldn't hold your smile anymore, and your eyes trailed down to the ground. You placed the sunflower over your nose, breathing in its refreshing scent as you said, "The white rose may be beautiful, but only those brave enough to face its thorns are worthy of taking it home."

"But-" Midoriya wanted to refute, but the look in your eyes told him that you didn't want to argue. "Alright... I'll pick you up at sundown tomorrow to go to the festival. Does that sound good?"

"Yep! See you tomorrow Izuku! Thanks for the sunflower!" You twirled the yellow flower in your hand.

Midoriya went home with his mother, and you also left to go back to your small yurt, where you lived alone. There was a small fire place at the center of the yurt, and on top of the wolf fur nest laid an injured rabbit you were caring for. You stuck the sunflower in a pot, placing it by the entrance, where it could receive sunlight. Then, you sat down next to the small rabbit and ran your hand along its fur. A soft sigh escaped your lips before you plopped down on your little nest.

To say you didn't like the dragon prince would be a big, fat, lie. Just like all the other people in the tribe, you admired him. He was brave, free, handsome, and powerful. He was everything the dragon race prided themselves to be. There was no doubt that he would make a great king.

Originally, you were just going to watch him from afar, like all his other admirers. You knew your place, so you never tried to get close to him. You didn't think twice before saving him when he fell out of the sky because that was your duty as a member of the tribe. You never expected yourself to catch feelings for the prince, but you did.

When you cleaned his wounds in the cave, your eyes couldn't help but roam around his toned upper body, from those six pack abdominal muscles to the bulky biceps. When your (e/c) eyes met his fierce crimson orbs, you quickly looked away to hide the obvious heat on your face. He was handsome. He was sinfully handsome. However, that wasn't what made you fall for the haughty ash blonde.

You were rewrapping his broken arm when suddenly you felt his finger brush your bruised cheek. "Who did this?" he asked. You quickly pulled your face away and covered the bruise with your hand.

"Ehehe," you chuckled. It was a habit of yours whenever you were nervous. "I fell..." You didn't want him to know that you were getting rocks thrown at you back in the village. You didn't want him to think you were weak. Weak people had no place amongst the dragons. When you caught his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, you looked away, praying to the gods that he bought your lie.