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Enjoy da chapter. Sorry, but I kinda forgot about my book 'Rain'. Expect a chapter on that soon.

Disclaimer: ME NO OWN MHA/BNHA.

Chapter 2: Midoyagi

I'm curious.

There's a very good-looking guy by himself at a party I was invited to and I can't use my quirks on him.

Who wouldn't be? I don't know, but what I do know is that its anyone but me because I approach him, ignoring a few fleeting whispers.

I'm just surprised some girl hasn't snatched him already. If I'd have noticed sooner, I would have.

Soon, I'm right in front of him at a reasonable distance. Condensing my thumping heartbeat by gently swirling the wine inside my glass by slowly moving my wine glass in small circles, I steady my voice and start with a traditional evening greeting. I can work my way up from there.

We can go through the traditional royal formalities after that, with delicate small talk and hopefully a new phone number in my pocket.

Well, that's what they taught us in school anyway for the formalities. Not the phone number thing.

That was my doing.

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"Good evening," I start with a shallow curtsey," May I request your name and kingdom rank," I asked in my lightest and melodic voice.

He just continued muttering like he didn't even notice me.

He probably didn't.

So, I tap him on his shoulder. His crisp black tuxedo and white dress shirt soften under my fingertip and I feel an urge to lay my entire palm on his side to smooth out the distinct crinkle on his right hip.

Weird.

I decided my fingers been on his shoulder a bit too long and hastily join it with my other hand behind me.

He stops doing that weird muttering thing and shifts his gaze from the small plant in the corner to me. His jaw clenches for a second but then releases but he didn't blush like all the others.

Not even a light graze. He straightens his tux, noticing the slight crinkle.

I search for any pinkish tint in his cheeks and notice some freckles sprinkling his cheeks instead of a blush demonstrating my effect on men.

This guy's definitely different.

"Good evening," I do another quick curtsey," May I request your name and kingdom rank," I ask again.

"Call me Izuku," He stated casually," You don't have to use formalities around me. I know your history," He whispered, his emerald green eyes intensely focusing on mine as he took my hand in his and gently kissed it. It sent shivers up my spine and gave me goosebumps on my arm.

That's only used in very formal meetings, but it doesn't look like I'm complaining.

The more important part is the fact that he says he knows my 'history'. Most likely meaning my adoption and reputation.

Nothing special.

But something about that made me feel more relaxed that I didn't have to behave like I wore a monocle and a posh mustache with a golden stopwatch in my pocket.

I grin," That's a relief. I don't know how much longer I could say 'may I'"

We share a quick laugh, but even after, a sincere smile remains on his face.