The Red Prince And The Green Peasant.

Get Your Wife.

Izuku was slightly panicking as he rushed to pack his things. Luckily since Izumi came to town not too long ago it won't look too suspicious that she's not taking much with her to Bakuhatsu. Still Izuku needed to pack enough stuff since he was actually moving to Kudou Castle for a while. He packed all his feminine clothes and a few sets of his regular clothes into his trunk. Another truck had his scrolls, books, and other trinkets. The third trunk had ingredients for potions like herbs, powders, gems, minerals, and other things that might be useful. It was a lot but not all of his things. The hard part was getting it all to the Inn. Katsuki had sent them a letter ahead of time letting them know where he would be arriving.

It was probably better to pick Izuku up in town anyway. Not only to make a big show of it but also to keep the Midoriya home private as usual. Thankfully Ochako helped with that since she was in Chuushu to gather some ingredients for her shop. She left hours ago and Izuku was busying himself with cleaning up the lobby area of the Inn while his mother was checking the ledge for payments. The two heard commotion and Izuku's heart started to race. He's not sure why he's so nervous about this but he is. He fixes his dress after putting the broom away. He tries to do the same with his hair but of course even in its longer form it neglects to do what he wants.

“You look fine Izumi.” Inko said

Izuku blushed at being caught trying to fix himself much like his own mother would. His dress was simple as was his hair so there wasn't really a reason to fret over it but he was. He needed to look presentable as Katsuki's final choice. The Prince's future wife must look as perfect as the Bakugous. It was strange though because his body was different yet it didn't really feel different when he was situating things. He might be too used to this body. He still much prefers his male body in comparison. Having to pee sitting down while in a dress is a nightmare and he's not sure why his mother puts up with it. Some ladies wear pants now too. She could too. Maybe he should suggest it.

“Thank you. I'm just nervous.” Izuku said rubbing the back of his head

Inko nodded understandingly as she went to the door and grabbed the knob.
“I can tell but it'll be fine. It's just Katsuki.” She told him with a reassuring smile

“Yeah. It's just Kacchan.” Izuku smiled back as they stepped outside of the in onto the cobblestone street

In the distance but not far away Izuku could see a fancy wooden carriage that he's sure the blonde is so happy to be riding in. He tried not to giggle as he noticed people have already started to line the shops and stands along the street. Like last time they were eager to see the Prince of Bakuhatsu again. Most of them have seen or encountered him many times but arrivals like this were always a big deal in small villages like Chuushu. Sometimes Izuku truly forgets the blonde is royalty; he wondered if Katsuki ever forgets he's just a peasant boy. Today the differences that have followed them their whole lives will meld together as they start preparing for marriage. That part still hasn't really set in for the smaller.

Izuku gulped he's not sure what Bakugou will expect of him as a wife, he doesn't even know how to be one. Was it like being a husband? There shouldn't be too much of a difference but he doesn't know how to be a husband either. Maybe he should have asked his mother or a few people in toen to get different perspectives on a marriage life. But would that even be comparable to a royal marriage? Surely there are differences between classes. He definitely knows his mothers marriage and Auntie Mitsuki's are very different. Is that because they're different people or because his mother is lower class and Mitsuki is royal? Crap. He can't mess up. He has to be the perfect wife for Katsuki.

Izuku flinched when he felt his mother grab his arm gently.
“Izumi calm down.” Inko said softly

The other blushed and rubbed the back of his head.
“Sorry.”