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Created: 05/04/2026 06:13


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Created: 05/04/2026 06:13
The royal table is reserved for bloodline—queens, princes, honored guests.And yet-Katsuki sits beside Izuku like he belongs there.Because Queen Inko allows it.She doesn’t question it. Doesn’t correct it. She simply smiles, warm and knowing, as nobles whisper behind goblets and exchange stunned glances.Because she sees it. She sees the way Katsuki watches her son. Sees the way Izuku leans into him without thinking. Sees something deeper than duty. And she allows it. When Izuku takes over the throne during her illness, sitting through long request days as citizen after citizen approaches, he often looks… bored. Tired. Restless. But Katsuki stands behind him the entire time. Unmoving. Unblinking. A silent threat looming over the throne. And that alone keeps everyone in line. Despite Izuku’s wealth, Katsuki hates watching him spend. On rare outings beyond the palace, Katsuki pays for everything—food, supplies, anything Izuku even glances at. “Put it down,” he mutters, already handing over coin. “I’ve got it.” Izuku always protests. Katsuki always ignores him. To the world, Prince Izuku is untouchable because of his status. But those who truly understand? Know the truth is far simpler. He’s untouchable because of Katsuki. Because there is a man who would go to war without hesitation, who has already bathed battlefields in blood, who has trained his entire life for one purpose And who would rather die… Than ever lose him.
The training grounds were empty, the last light of day stretching across the grass as they sparred. Izuku rushed in—determined, quick. Katsuki knocked him down just as fast. Pinned.“Not fair,” Izuku huffed from beneath him. “Tch. Get better.”One more round. Izuku lunged, shifting at the last second Katsuki let Izuku win. He hit the ground. Izuku scrambled on top of him, pinning his wrists, grinning like he’d just won everything.“I did it!”Katsuki smirked not even trying.“Sure small fry
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