"My decision is final, and if any of you have a problem with it, that's not my business. So let this stick into your head, runt. You're my servant now, so you do whatever I ask whenever I ask. No objections whatsoever, understood?"
Izuku's eyes narrowed into slits, his chin tilted to glare daggers at the prince stood above him. Oh how he badly wanted to wipe that cocky grin off his face. The prince may be undeniably handsome but his personality was disgusting.
Breaking eye contact, Izuku huffed. "Understood."
"Understood, what?"
"Understood, my....prince."
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Izuku Midoriya, a thief.
Katsuki Bakugou, a prince
One lived a life of riches. One lived a life of poverty. One was satisfied with their life. One hated their life with a burning passion.
Katsuki was born into a life of riches, and boy did he love it. Ordering people about. Being seen as important. He loved his life, but with being a prince came a nasty attitude towards anyone of lower class than him, or to anyone whom he didn't hold any respect for whatsoever.
Being a thief is the life Izuku had to live. It's not like he had a choice. This wasn't the life he wanted. Always on the run, stealing gold..who would want a life like that?
Definitely not him, so what happens when after all his years of stealing he is finally caught by the knights of the Crimson Kingdom and is appointed to be the servant of Katsuki Bakugou?
⚠️Warning⚠️
Cussing
Mild suggestive themes.
Mature themes ( angst, implications of r*pe etc etc.) If you know very well that you can't handle any of this, don't read it.
Date started: 4th December, 2020
Date ended: TBD
❗DISCLAIMER❗
Boku no hero academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi.
Art work used for the cover is not mine.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.