Love at first glare
Chapter 3
Kiribaku arranged marriage royal au
Fyi, this is basically a crack fic. It's barely (if ever) serious. Have fun!
(Can also be found on AO3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name, different username)
"Mrs. Kirishima! Are you in here?" A serving girl called into the library, stumbling in holding a very large, important looking package.
"Yes, I'm in here. Where else would I be? What is so important that you need to come barging in here, screaming like a banshee?! If l lose my focus because if this, you'll lose your job. And what on earth are you carrying? Can you even see, you imbecile?"
She was obviously in a bad mood, and if the serving girl had to guess, it probably came from the stacks of documents and opened letters strewn all across the library desk.
Her eyes darted to the side, and she saw a huge, fresh, ink stain on the hard wood floors. That definitely hadn't helped with her mood. There was nothing to do for it now.
She would just have to clean it later.
She bowed her head and held out the box to Kira Kirishima.
"We got a response. For Eijirou."
Kira yanked the box out of her hands.
"Who is this we you're talking about? This is for me and my son. Get out. You are no longer needed."
The girl practically ran from the room, gently closing the door behind herself. She would have to come back later when Kira was no longer camping out in there and clean the catastrophic mess she had created. Her hands shook as she thought of all the re organizing and scrubbing she would have to do.
Meanwhile inside of the library, Kira sat down with the package in her lap and began to open it.
There was a several page long letter on top, and something cloth in the bottom. The first page consisted of the profile of the boy who had chosen to respond to Eijirou.
Some spiky blond who looked like he was mad at the world and ready to fight God. Kira's lip turned up at him. He looked like a fucking asshole. There was no way she was going to let him meet her precious Eijirou... much less court him.
Her decision was made.
It didn't matter to her who his fancy well-off mommy and daddy were. She could never let such a bad influence near her son.
Her eyes skimmed over the rest of the page, and she decided to check his name. Just so she could remove them from future group mail and such and....
She froze.
KATSUKI BAKUGOU
Was printed in dark ink underneath his picture.
Kira recognized the name....
Wait-
The PRINCE
HOW THE FUCK HAD THE LITERAL CROWN PRINCE OF THE ENTIRE FUCKING COUNTRY, GOTTEN EIJIROUS PROFILE?!
Wait, there had been something else in the box, right? She rushed back over to the desk where she had set the box. Inside, there was a smaller, folded letter and a set of formal clothes meant for Eijirou, she assumed.
She opened the letter and read.
To Eijirou Kirishima
(Or his legal guardian)
We of the royal family of Bakugou wish to thank you kindly for including our son, Katsuki, while searching for a match.
We have included some formal attire for Eijirou in hopes of him coming to a dinner we have prepared to host on the 13 of January.
(We didn't know his size, so we sent the same size as Prince katsuki. We apologize if they are too large)
It is not expected of you to bring any gifts, so please do not feel forced. We want Eijirou to feel welcomed here, especially since he is being heavily considered as a match for Katsuki.
In efforts to get to know him more intimately, we ask that you send us a packet with more photos and tell us a bit about his personality. If you accept, we will enclose a very similar package on Katsuki.
Thank you for your understanding, and we hope to see you on the 13 of January.
Sincerely Queen Mitsuki Bakugou
Kiras mouth hung slack, but before she could do anything else, she heard someone else at the door.
"Hey, ma. I was looking for you. Inige said you might be in here."
Eijirou paused, taking in the state of the library... and her face.
"Is something wrong?" He saw the mostly empty box and the discarded profile page. His stomach fliped. He wasn't sure if it was a good feeling or not.
"Oh"
The first one had arrived.
When he had seen his mother's face and the letter that she held, he had immediately realized what was happening.
He felt kinda dizzy. Was that normal?
He knew that it was going to happen sooner or later, but seeing it just made everything just feel so much more real. It had been about a month ago or so that his mother had approached him with the idea of getting married soon.
He had begrudgingly filled out the necessary information but hadn't really given any personal info. He had just turned 19 a few days ago, so marriage wasn't really what was on his mind, but his mother had been very insistent when he had hinted that he didn't want to.
This was just something he would have to do if he wanted to take over for his poor old mother one day, she told him. She was getting old and fragile, didn't he know?
So he just sucked it up. Because that was what was expected of him. But hey, it probably wouldn't be that bad..
And now someone had responded.
Someone liked him.
Or might.
But someone had chosen him.
Was he blushing?
He hoped not.
"Come here, Eijirou. Don't just stand at the door. We need to talk about this." His mother called over to him.
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After a very long and hard conversation with his mother, Kirishima flopped onto his bed.
The prince.
The prince was interested in him.
His stomach did the thing again, but he decided that it was just nerves.
He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about it.
He had seen his photo, and yeah, he was hot and he definitely held a powerful position... but he should at least meet Katsuki before he made any real decision.
His mother seemed to not like the idea of him going to the dinner. By this, Kirishima meant she had yelled for over half an hour about what rich snobs that the royal families was, and how they would corrupt him if he went to close, and her baby would be stolen away from her.
But after another hour and a half, Eijirou had convinced her that him turing down the royal invite would be insane and rude. Besides- this was a culling dinner. There were going to be several, maybe even hundreds, more people there.
He was going to invite everyone who just so happened to catch his attention, not just Eijirou. Although if he was being completely honest, Eijirou was pretty excited about meeting the prince.
Maybe... he might even try to talk to him.
Nah. His mom would have a heart attack if she found out.
Eijirou reached into the box that he had brought with him when her retired to his room, pulling out the suit that he was supposed to wear.
Might as well try it on. The fourteenth was only a week away, so he should check and make sure that it fit.
After a few minutes of struggling, he was able to get it all on.
That did not mean that it fit.
The pants were ok, meaning that they were most likely around the same height. But the shirt and jacket.... he could wear them, but it was pretty obvious that the arms and chest were stretched too tight to fit over his muscles.
He blushed as he looked at himself in the mirror. Yeahhh it was pretty easy to figure out that these were not his clothes.
It didn't look bad, though. Just like he was showing off.
He admired the clothes as he posed in the mirror.
This felt like a fairytale. He felt like giggling.
What was that sweet smell? Where was it coming from? It almost smelled like caramel...
Eijirou searched for a second before he realized that it was coming from him.
Or rather his new clothes.
'Strange choice in laundry soap, I guess.'
Actually, not that he would ever admit it, but Kirishima quite liked the sugary smell that seemed to cling to his skin. He had to force himself to take the clothes back off so that he could get dressed for bed that night.
That night, he dreamed that he was visiting a pastry shop when the prince burst in and kidnapped him, and they had held hands as they ran off into the sunset together.
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