The Means to an End

There was the sound of clothing ruffling, boots scuffing, yet not a single sound of exertion. Even Bakugou would groan as he climbed the atrocious tower's side, aided only by vines and chipped bricks. Whoever this was didn't seem bothered. The thing - yes, no God-fearing human moved so effortless within the shadows like that - entered in through the window. Uraraka armed herself with a glass jar, silently praying it was heavy enough to inflict damage.

"Hm. You let the prince try, but I cannot?"

Uraraka furrowed her brow. The dialect of this.. person, apparently, was none Uraraka was familiar with.

"Pray tell, why would a brave knight or prince climb my tower so late into the evening?" Uraraka didn't loosen her hold on the jar. In fact, the lack of answers she got caused it to tighten. "Excuse me?" She tried again, taking a step closer. She extended the candle until she could see the fire reflected back in the stranger's eyes. Yellow, strangely enough, was the color Uraraka was faced with.

"Because it's much easier to move without the light following behind me," the stranger said. "I'm not the brave knight or prince you talk of though."

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OR: Princess of the Kingdom of Mie, Uraraka Ochako, was sent to live in the tower years ago. Her only chance of freedom lies with the prince who will save her. Yet, the rogue who appeared at her doorstep, however socially incorrect, is quite tempting.