I Royally Decline// Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Chp. 15: Can't Sleep

Your POV

After all the talk about Myoung, I couldn't fall asleep. She was more of a nightmare than I was, in the way that she would take advantage of you and crush you. Sleeping made one so vulnerable... I just couldn't bring myself to put myself in that position. I wandered over to my beloved window and look out towards the forest. I noticed part of the forest was burned and laying in ashes... most likely from Katsuki.

Our parents thought Katsuki and I would make a good pairing so he was sent over to Crystalli frequently about 2 years ago. It was one of my parents better attempts at a suitor, but they eventually regretted picking him. I can't say that I didn't have any feelings for him, or visa versa, but it wouldn't have been good for either of our Kingdoms. We argued too much and destroyed everything when we would fight each other. I didn't trust him the same way I trusted Shouto, but Katsuki and I had an unspoken trust. I knew he would back me up if anyone crossed me... which made me nervous when I thought about how he looked at Shouto. The last thing we needed was a rash version of Rory nipping at Shouto's heels.

I giggled at the memories that seemed ancient and stared into the liquid-like moonlight. I made my way back over to my bed and plopped face first onto my comforter. I laid there for a few minutes when I suddenly heard a quiet knock at my bedroom door. I burst out of bed and drained all the light from my room. I hid in the entryway of my bathroom, crouched in the ground. My breath shook and the hairs of my arms stood up like needlefish. I focused my sound quirk to hear what I was up against outside the door.

"(Y/n)? Are you awake? I need to talk to you."

...Shouto?

I returned my room to it's original state of light and walked over to my door. I looked through the keyhole and, sure enough, the duel-haired prince stood outside my door, still in the same clothes he wore to the meeting. I cracked open the door and peered up at his heterochromatic eyes.

"Shouto?" He was greeted with my... not-so-lovely... night voice. "What are you doing here, it's the middle of the night?"

"Can we talk... in private?" He shuffled his feet and ran his fingers through the cherry-red part of his hair.

"Well, at this time of night I think anywhere would be in private, but yeah sure come on in," I opened the door and was shocked to see many guards dotted along the hallways outside my door. They must have upped security.

Shouto sat down by the window and lazily gazed out into the moonlight. Cliche much?! I thought. I sat down on my bed and rubbed my heavy eyelids.

"I suppose you know why I'm here..." Shouto looked down and picked at the seat cushion.

"I have my assumptions," I laughed, uncomfortably.

"Why are you talking to me? You should be mad," Shouto looked me square in the eyes with confusion, but I simply smiled.

"Well I wasn't ever 'mad', but I was rather upset. The reason I'm hearing you out is because Rory told me to, though, so you owe him," I folded my arms.

"Rory, really? I was sure he hated me."

"He does. He just... he thought... that maybe, JUST MAYBE, I trust you in a way I haven't been able to trust anyone else besides him... and that was a JUST MAYBE," I assured. Shouto chuckled, before gazing back into the window.

"I did tell my father that I wished you had never come, but it was because I didn't quite understand you or how a felt around you. He suggested that you had grown on me and I didn't want him to be right, so I kind of said stuff I didn't actually mean. I told him that you make me uncomfortable, which wasn't a lie it's just... maybe it's a good uncomfortable? I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hate when you're angry, or sad, or upset at all... especially when it's my fault..." He kept cracking his knuckles and running his hand against his scar. I had to cover a giggle that slipped out, but he seemed to have noticed and sighed.