𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚞

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     " watch where you step, yuichiro! you don't wanna fall now! " 

 were the only words that could repeat through his delicate head. he looked as ordinary as any other, however he had an anomaly that nobody could understand. prince yuichiro amane was ...not actually like any other.

when he was concieved, he built up an astounding rare and fatal condition, to which his whole body was made of glass all around. in spite of the fact that he looked totally ordinary. yuichiro sat in his room—it was shrouded in pastel pink stylistic theme. it was a pleasant scene that he was comfortable in. " yuichiro! it's time for breakfast, are you awake now? "

the modest male stood up cautiously and deliberately put his garments on; a pastel pink and white suit. he advanced out his room entryway and down the stairwell. he entered the kitchen to be welcomed by his parents, who had just arranged his morning meal.

to yuichiro, his feeling of taste wasn't too good. in any case, it didn't prevent him from having a decent meal. all the seats in the room had been padded as they generally had. he plunked down in the delicate pink seat and started to eat his morning supper.

yuichiro had carried on with this life of extravagance since he was born. living in sovereignty, he was really dealt with like stand-out, to which he thought was special treatment due to his condition. he felt content living in a realm of pastel. what's more, being encircled by pink in his enormous manor made it all the better.

" is the doctor coming by again today? "

" yes, darling. "

he regularly considered what his folks truly thought of him. their basic responses to him caused him to feel he was a burden because of his condition. one little fall and he'd shatter like it was nothing. he made certain to be extra cautious however.

when carrying his plates to the sink, he could see the school students racing to get into the pastel passageways. he viewed from his window as his shoulders drooped.

" yuichiro. are you looking at that school again? "

he didn't utter a word, turning himself around. he regularly thought about how it is be ordinary. not a prince. not made of glass.

" no mother. i will go to my room. "

" dr. ichinose will be here shortly. make sure to be down by then. "

he didn't give anything in excess of a gesture and left the hall, going straight back up to his room. he sat at his window and kept on viewing different children outside. obviously, being eighteen, he was not fit to be participating in such a way they had. be that as it may, he actually stared off into space about it. he needed an escapism from his life of steady insurance.

he laid his head on the window ledge, only waiting for the day that he could be set free from his body of glass.

perhaps one day.