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What was going on in Luka's head during the 49th Alien Stage? Short character study.
Luka took a deep breath. For the last time, he pressed his hand to his left wrist. Pulse steady. His heart calm. He glanced toward Heperu. The owner’s gaze carried the promise of pain. Winning wasn’t enough. He had to crush the competition. Reach the finals and defeat Hyuna. If he failed, he would lose his life — in suffering unlike anything he had ever endured. He had no doubt the alien had plenty of ideas beyond surgeries without anaesthetic and stopping his heart. Not that Luka even considered losing. Who (or what?) was he without that pulsating, cosmic crowd? This was his sole purpose in life. The reason he existed. A perfectly engineered idol.
Tick tock.
He stepped onto the stage with steady strides through utter darkness. [Reader] was here too. He couldn’t see her, but he knew where she was supposed to stand. He allowed himself a thoughtless glance toward the spot where she should be. A familiar shadow moved gracefully across the dimmed floor. For the time she had been given to him, she had been intriguing. Fate had it that they always missed each other. Be it in the Anakt Garden or during the Alien Stage. And now she had made it to the semifinals.
He put on a wide smile. You can’t win without knowing your opponent. And he had already gotten to know [Reader] intimately, in every sense of the word. She was the one who slipped away into the Garden at night. The place where future stars grew and bloomed frowned upon insubordination. Luka tried not to rebel, but sometimes he gave in to weakness. They met fleetingly, sharing a space unobserved — something scarce beneath the artificial dome of the sky. At least, not enough for all who desired it. The girl would stare at him with a curious expression, while he ran his fingers through the artificially green grass. She existed somewhere beside him. Luka broke the silence less often than [Reader]’s owner broke bones. She hadn’t managed to draw much from him, and objectively speaking, someone might have said they didn’t know each other at all. But Luka didn’t need words to understand what motivated others, so he considered he knew her quite well. Even if, in choir practice, they stood side by side like strangers, their high voices singing hymns to the Great Anakt without sharing so much as a glance.
The lights flashed. In a second, Luka felt them flood his figure. He knew that on the big screen, he appeared like a star in the darkness. His white robes billowed in the artificial wind. His hair had been bleached so harshly he still felt pain at the crown of his head. A diamond-studded collar gleamed — the very thing the segyeins fought over. “He must look this way. Submissive, yet above the rest of the pets,” they had written in media. “Let them get something out of it,” Heperu repeated, speaking of potential support.
Beyond the performance itself, much of it came down to marketing. Luka’s owner knew this well. That’s why he had made him take part in those extra photoshoots and commercials. The very same ones [Reader] had participated in. Then everything had to be spun, veiled, enchanted. And Luka was good at that. The media immediately seized on the red thread tossed their way. They stoked what he could no longer sustain. Alien Stage buzzed with rumours, with him at the centre. He soothed them because that was what was expected of him. He had to appear natural, innocent. When [Reader] grabbed him by the collar in the dressing room, he had only laughed brightly. Whether it was anger or a hidden feeling, he hardly cared.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
The crowd began chanting his name. He tilted his head and reached for the microphone. The air split with the first note. Perfect. Polished to flawlessness by throat-tearing training. A note that would have earned him an S+ pinned to his forehead back in the Anakt Garden, with others falling to their knees. He swept his hand toward the audience. All those disgusting, imperfect bodies — they were potential votes. He wondered how they saw him. Probably as nothing more than a worm crawling across the earth. And he had crawled, in pain, more than once. Too modified to be human; too human to stand as an equal among aliens. He needed more votes.
He knew what he had to do. He closed the distance to [Reader]. She allowed it, too absorbed in her own part of the song. His body gave everything it had. One more step. His hands moved like two swans, gliding through the thick air. He was grown in a test tube. Perfect. Unlike her, he didn’t sweat. His breathing never quickened. He danced, cutting through the air like a flawlessly honed blade. And she was so disgustingly… human.
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
The angel of death’s kiss was bland. Luka felt lips soft as a decaying corpse. Then came the stench of rot. In [Reader]’s eyes lay boundless shock. Luka lingered for only three heartbeats. That hesitation would cost her life. He knew it as he turned his back on her. One. Two. Three. Spin. Another verse. Meanwhile, she faltered. For a second. The stage erupted around them. The aliens had noticed. This was the 49th Alien Stage. They would accept nothing less than perfection. She had missed a step. He didn’t need to look. Her heel struck off-beat. She couldn’t keep up with the murderous tempo he had set.
He already knew he had won. The segyeins screamed, rising to their feet. He didn’t even glance at the other races. Heperu was probably nodding in minimal approval. You don’t reward a dog for obeying its master. Was Hyuna watching him, analysing every move? Has she been waiting eagerly for their meeting?
“Shame about the dress,” crossed his mind. Not long ago, he had stripped her of a nearly identical one, and now it would be ruined in blood. Red did not suit her. He had tested it when he sank his teeth into her neck. The bite mark was gone now but he had noticed hidden bruises on her thighs, carefully concealed from the public eye. So her owner had caught her. “Idiot,” he concluded silently, singing the final verse.
He stood at centre stage. The lights blazed down on his back. From his shoulders sprouted snowy wings. The performance he had given the aliens brought a storm of applause. But [Reader]’s expression was a spectacle reserved for him alone. He knew what would happen next. He shut his eyes for just a second.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
The whole series can be found here.
Learning something new 1
Todoroki accepted the information about Toga with surprising calm. Especially for someone who had nearly lost his life because of her. [Reader] mentioned Dabi to him, yet he didn’t seem particularly interested. He acknowledged that Dabi was the one searching for the tiara but he didn’t ask why.
The girl tried to encourage him to use his fire but he patiently refused. Every campfire had to be lit by hand.
— An inn — Shōto announced, pointing to a rather tall building that appeared in the distance.
They had been trying to avoid people as much as possible but [Reader] knew the day would come when they wouldn’t be able to stay hidden any longer. They had to enter the city soon if they wanted to reach the festival. There was no other route as fast.
The sandy path widened, inviting travelers to rest. The solid buildings were made of pale stone, glittering in the sunlight. A few wagons stood in the yard, including two richly decorated carriages. From the stables came the neighing of at least a dozen horses. If travelers could afford to stay here, it was certainly a mid-range inn. Neither for the too poor, nor for the overly wealthy.
— We should stop here — [Reader] said. — A proper night’s sleep would do us good. A bath, too — she added, sniffing her clothes.
— We don’t have money — Todoroki stated.
Indeed, the small supply the girl had been carrying with her was dwindling each day. Food consumed most of it.
— We could always… — she began.
— We’re not stealing from anyone — Shōto interrupted at once.
— I was going to say we could just ask for directions and maybe buy some food…
— Sorry. — The boy stared down at his boots. The only answer was her disappointed sigh.
They passed a well overgrown with ivy. Next to it stood a girl with two horns on her head. She was filling large buckets with water and carrying them to the stables at remarkable speed. Noticing the newcomers, she waved shyly, then returned to her work.
Soon, the travelers’ eyes fell on a sign hanging above the inn. Carved into the wood was the name: Ms. Joke, with a smiling face just beneath it. [Reader] quickly realized how fitting the drawing was for the innkeeper, who swept her and Todoroki inside as soon as they reached the door. A door, as it turned out, that led not into the main hall but straight into the kitchen at the back.
— How wonderful that you’re here already! I was afraid you’d be late but you’re even early!
— Excuse me? — [Reader] gaped, throwing a glance at Shōto but he looked even more bewildered than she did.
— Last time we had a bards’ gathering and I hired extra help through an ad, they showed up too late. Pony and I had to serve all the customers ourselves. Ah! Where are my manners?!
The woman hastily introduced herself as Emi Fukukado but insisted they call her Ms. Joke. Immediately after, she burst into loud laughter, showing a perfect row of white teeth. Whatever it was about that smile, both the girl and the boy felt an irresistible urge to smile back. Then came uncontrollable laughter. To such a degree that [Reader] thought she might collapse onto the floor.
— Oh, I’m so sorry! Sometimes, when I get distracted, my quirk slips out of control. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
Indeed, the laughter vanished instantly, as if cut off.
— I’m sorry, what I meant was… — Todoroki began, trying to explain.
— You want to negotiate your pay? Don’t be ridiculous… — Ms. Joke groaned.
— What my friend means is, it would be nice if you could include lodging, since we’ve come a really long way. — [Reader] quickly stepped in, shielding Shōto, who was still trying to clarify.
— Oh, fine! But you’ll be sleeping in the attic. All the guest rooms are already taken — Emi said, pressing a finger to her lips. — Now let me show you quickly what’s where and how. One person in the kitchen, one in the hall. Chop, chop!
— I’ll stay here — [Reader] decided.
The girl felt it was better not to expose herself unnecessarily. Someone had probably already sent out a wanted notice for her. She doubted the guards who chased her had recognized her when she stole the tiara. Still, if she had a choice, why not be extra cautious?
Fukukado’s bright orange-green skirt swirled as she disappeared through the door.
— Why did you do that? — Todoroki looked like the realization of what had just happened had struck him fully. — What if the real workers show up?
— I’ll find a way to send them off. Don’t worry — she said, placing her hands on her hips.
— That’s not right…
— Was it right when Toga nearly killed us? I don’t think so. Because people don’t always play by the rules, Shōto. If you really care about the festival, you’ll have to swallow the fact that we need this place to stay — she finished, tying the apron around her waist.
Todoroki lingered in the kitchen a few seconds too long. She could feel he was hesitating, wondering if he should say more. In the end, he turned on his heel and left, the wooden boards creaking under his steps.
Indeed, Shōto had wanted to say more. Something bitter. Perhaps because guilt gnawed at him. Even though he had tried to stop the whole situation, he was still a part of it. What if the real temp workers needed the money more than they did? One thing stopped him from backing out completely. Since the fire, [Reader] had been trying to heal her hand. She cooled it in streams they passed and rubbed it with an ointment bought from a suspicious-looking merchant. The burn wasn’t too deep but it looked awful. Especially as new skin began to replace the old. The process was painful, and though the girl never once complained, he had seen how she struggled with some tasks. Maintaining hygiene on the road was difficult. A night in an inn would truly help her. That’s why he ultimately stayed silent while Ms. Joke showed him around.
The one who confessed was [Reader] herself. With determined steps, she approached the innkeeper and admitted they needed the work more than anyone else. She mentioned they had been attacked, though she kept the details vague. The woman seemed to study them with a sharp gaze. Then she burst into laughter, muttering that one day she’d go mad, and promised she’d sort something out.
Todoroki shot the girl a long look.
— Don’t look at me like that. Maybe… I said maybe — she emphasized — you gave me something to think about.
There was something refreshing in Shōto’s slightly naïve outlook on the world. Years of isolation had shielded him from many of life’s disappointments. Although when they had first met in the tower she thought he was the kind of person who only cared for himself, she was slowly realizing she had been wrong.
Maybe it wasn’t him who was too naïve. Maybe it was her who had focused too much on her own goals, ignoring others.
— You’ve got too soft a heart for a thief — Todoroki said, walking off to tend to his work.
— Did Shōto Todoroki just backhandedly compliment me? Hawks, did you hear that? — [Reader] turned to the hawk, who had perched unnoticed on one of the beams supporting the high ceiling.
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• Nothing screams Riddle quite like Don’t Lose Ur Head from Six: The Musical. He may not have Anne Boleyn’s humorous approach to the subject but his unique spell literally leaves people with something like a lock around their neck. And let’s be real — he’s the first one to “lose his head” when he explodes and serves the players their first Overblot on screen.
• Dancing Through Life from Wicked is Ace. The song is about how nice it is to drift through life without obligations and just have fun. And then there’s a huge BUT, which not everyone catches unless they listen closely to the wordplay and hidden meaning. In reality, Fiyero, who sings it, does care — maybe too much. He just doesn’t want to show it and that’s exactly how Trappola is. He keeps complaining about Deuce and Yuu, and yet in the end he drops everything in Book 3 to check what’s going on. He’s always there when it counts.
• Anybody Have a Map? from Dear Evan Hansen is Deuce. It’s a complicated mother’s song about a child she doesn’t quite know how to help. Sounds familiar. Deuce had his years when he wasn’t a model student — in fact, he was a delinquent, so that’s putting it lightly. His mother was probably going through the same struggle, trying to talk sense into him. Just like Connor, Deuce couldn’t deal with the baggage in his own head.
• Cater would be perfect with The Greatest Show from The Greatest Showman. He’s the kind of guy who can start a party all by himself. He has the charisma for it. He loves photos, knows exactly what’s going on around him and the spotlight is where he turns on his illusion and pulls others into it. But beneath all that lies a person who still feels like he isn’t enough for the people around him. He embodies all of P. T. Barnum’s contradictions.
• Stick to the Status Quo from High School Musical is my unusual pick for Trey. But let’s be honest — he’s theoretically held back by the roles he’s fallen into. The “caring older brother” trope. As vice housewarden of Heartslabyul, he’s a great organizer and keeps the younger students in line. But every now and then his other side shows — the one that likes to joke around or mislead someone, simply because no one would believe it was him. This song perfectly fits those moments when he briefly breaks out of his set mold, does something unexpected, and then jumps back into it.
• With Leona, intelligence and cunning had to appear. Chess is just a bonus. Stalemate from Death Note: The Musical. The slow unraveling of an opponent, battles fought mainly in the mind. Kingscholar has an innate talent for predicting moves ahead, just like Kira and L. What he shares with Kira as well is pride that’s incredibly hard for him to swallow.
• Seize the Day from Newsies is Jack. The newsboys waking up at dawn are just like Howl getting up early to train his running. You can’t deny his perseverance. And there’s also a brotherhood in this song that he himself strives for in the game. We know canonically his dream was of a tightly united Savanaclaw. That’s the kind of team he hoped for when he joined the dorm (spoiler: it didn’t work out… ekhem, ekhem…). I think, just like the newspaper kids, he’d be ready for a revolt if he was sure the cause was just. In the story, he wasn’t afraid to go against the grain when he saw injustice.
• Ruggie has the perfect song that ties directly to his unique spell: Die Fäden in der Hand from Rudolf: The Mayerling Affair. It’s about manipulating others so no one notices. That’s exactly how Bucchi uses his powers. Under the guise of politeness, he’ll swipe your sandwich and you’ll still be wondering how he did it. He’s full of street smarts that can fool just about anyone, pulling strings from behind the curtain.
• No one can tell me Azul doesn’t sound like Money, Money, Money from Mamma Mia! Even if he doesn’t have much in common with Donna, the song itself is spot on. Money drives his world, and he devotes a huge part of his life to his business. That would be his anthem at the start of his career — before he managed to open the Mostro Lounge — looking longingly toward visions of wealth.
• They’re Only Human from Death Note: The Musical is Floyd and Jade’s perspective on people. On one hand, huge curiosity about what it’s like to actually be human. On the other, a slight condescension. Floyd once mentioned his disappointment with how physically weak humans are. Still, that doesn’t erase the twins’ fascination. We know Jade is impressed with Earth’s flora, among other things, which is why his club even exists.
• A second option for the twins is Cell Block Tango from Chicago. That quiet rage lurking over the shoulder. The absolute lack of remorse for the decisions they’ve made, putting themselves in the center. “They had it coming, because they annoyed me,” Floyd would probably say while squeezing people around him. I imagine Jade has the same streak deep down. He’d just do what needed to be done more quietly.
• Open Arms from Epic: The Musical is definitely Kalim. He greets the world with open arms, just like Polites. He sees the bright side of things and approaches everyone with an open mind. He’s just as naïve in how he views the world. Just like in the song, he tries to convince Jamil of his outlook — with rather cynical results.
• Jamil, looking at everything he’ll never have in his entire life. The pick here is Satisfied from Hamilton. Viper, too, stands on the sidelines like Angelica, raising toasts and pretending everything is fine when it isn’t. Despite how intelligent he is and how many roles he could succeed in if given the chance, he stays in the shadows. He feels like life was stolen from him by others.
• Vil is Wait for It from Hamilton. He waited his whole life. Worked as hard as Burr, who sings the song, always waiting for the right moment. And that moment never came, because even in the middle of his successful career, he still felt like he’d never be as good as Neige. Being second place eats at him. Vil points out their differences many times in the series. And yet they keep passing each other by — because the story strongly wants it that way. Just like in the musical, he’s cast more as the villain, while Neige is tied to main-character roles like Hamilton.
• Beautiful from Heathers: The Musical sounds like Rook. First of all, he isn’t entirely good or bad, much like Veronica. He’s willing to go far to protect those he cares about but still has a conscience. He’s also kind enough to stand out in a school where simple politeness is constantly trampled. At NRC, most care about their own interests and few are nice without a reason. Rook still sees the titular beauty in people. He’s a keen observer and was ready to oppose Vil to help him. He’d probably face JD too, if it came to that.
• Epel embodies rebellion and contradictions. Do You Hear the People Sing? from Les Misérables feels like the natural match. His entire arc of rebelling against Vil keeping him in line calls that song to mind. Even if he eventually finds a middle ground, that rebel note rings in him for much of the game. Much like Marius, he’s torn between two aspects (being “macho” or being cute) before finally working out his own compromise.
• Two-Player Game from Be More Chill is literally the Shroud brothers. Michael’s approach throughout the song is Ortho’s — hyping his brother up that school will one day be super fun. He looks to the future with hope. Even if Idia isn’t popular now and only has him as a friend, one day everything will change for the better. Idia, on the other hand, is Jeremy — cynically brushing off his vision.
• Who would fit Michael in the Bathroom from Be More Chill better than Idia? Shroud hates parties. In fact, he’s afraid of most human contact. The idea of being left at a house party without his comfort person by his side would inevitably end with a panic attack in the bathroom.
“I wish I stayed at home instead
Watching cable porn
Or wish I offed myself instead
Wish I was never born.” — There isn’t a line that better describes what he’s been through.
• No One Mourns the Wicked from Wicked sounds exactly like Malleus. Like Elphaba, he goes through a difficult life simply because he was born different (and not just because he’s somewhat green…). He’s too powerful for his world, and that’s the root of all his problems. A deeply lonely character who only trusts a handful of people. He changes under Yuu’s influence, just like Elphaba under Glinda in the original. I think he’s convinced that very few would mourn him — especially after he put an entire continent to sleep. On top of that, he shares Elphaba’s awkwardness and lack of understanding of human customs. And of course — they both fly on brooms!
• I Have a Dream from Mamma Mia! Above all, the motif of dreams — and as we know, Silver is built around that concept. The entire song is dreamy and fairytale-like. Silver, like Sophie, wants to overcome hardships to live a peaceful life. I can imagine him singing it to all his forest friends, then lying under a tree to take a nap.
• Lilia would be perfect with a song that shows his playful side but also hides the hardships of his life. Say My Name from Beetlejuice feels like a good choice. He’d have a great time teasing the demon over and over about whether he’ll actually say his name. Lydia didn’t have an easy life — she lost her mother, which mirrors Lilia’s own personal tragedy of losing the people he loved.
• Sebek reminds me of Legendary from Epic: The Musical. He, too, is young and eager for a chance to prove himself, just like Telemachus. With his knightly training, he’s essentially waiting for the chance to deal with obstacles on Malleus’s path. He also has a strong sense of justice and loyalty. He would certainly defend women (like Penelope in the original), bound by his knight’s code. He loves books dearly, so his imagination would take him straight to the mythological monsters described in the song.
Bonus
Ways to Be Wicked and Rotten to the Core from Descendants fit absolutely everyone in this game. No explanation needed. Group songs written for the children of Disney villains.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
The whole series can be found here.
When he saves your life
The blonde approached the struggling trap, impatiently spinning a knife in her hand. She laughed out loud. Falling down together with the tree must have hurt. She only hoped her friend hadn’t smashed her head open. At least she needed that head. If [Reader] had broken her bones, it didn’t matter much. Her head should be enough to answer the questions.
With a swift move the blonde cut through the black fabric tangled among the tightly wound ropes.
— Himiko! — an irritated and slightly frightened voice rang through the night’s silence.
— [Reader]! — Toga echoed in the same tone. — Pretty night, isn’t it?
For some time the girl tried to free herself from the tangle forming her trap but soon gave up. She knew Toga well. If it was her who had prepared the ambush, no matter how hard she tried, there was no way she could get out. At least not right now. Especially since Shōto lay nearby, not moving. She fixed her gaze on him, trying to figure out whether he was still breathing.
— He’s fine — Himiko announced, playing with her knife. — Honestly, I’m surprised you finally hired yourself some muscle with a quirk to help you. And a pretty useful one, it seems. I’d even say handsome. What happened to that philosophy of doing everything on your own? — She spun the weapon on the tip of her finger.
— The job required it — [Reader] said dryly.
Both of them worked for Dabi. Anyone who did jobs for him was morally twisted in one way or another. [Reader], however, very much wanted to believe she wasn’t on the same level as Toga. Because even though she had stolen a lot in her life, she didn’t have that sadistic side her acquaintance did. She didn’t like Himiko’s sudden interest in Todoroki. If she liked someone once, she almost always became obsessed with them. And that meant the constant desire to drink their blood. Which in most cases led to death.
— Ah… The job… Right. Nice that you get straight to the point. After all, time is money — Toga giggled.
— What do you want? — the trapped girl asked, sitting down in resignation among the tight knots of rope.
— What’s the job?
— If you don’t know, then I guess Dabi didn’t think it necessary to tell you. — [Reader] smirked sarcastically.
She knew perfectly well she was playing with fire but she couldn’t resist making that remark. Especially since the gleam in those yellow eyes told her the shot had hit the mark. Besides, she had to buy time somehow. She saw no other way out of the situation.
— Very funny — Toga chuckled, throwing her blade right next to [Reader]’s ear.
The girl knew it was a warning sign. If she crossed the line, the next knife would land directly in her neck.
Himiko was a loyal member of the crew. For those who belonged to it, she was ready to do many things. Things usually soaked in blood and laced with madness. But [Reader] had never truly been part of Dabi’s team. She was irregular, on the fringes. She wasn’t entrusted with his ambitious plans. She didn’t get the crucial jobs. And if she got any at all, it was only once in a while. Until he offered her the theft of the tiara. She had no idea why he wanted it but he had forced her to keep silent, so it had to be something important.
— I know it must be something big. A big job means big money. And that’s particularly interesting to me. — Her short, cream-coloured coat fluttered in the wind.
Toga did indeed need money. Everyone knew that. Hiding from stacks of wanted posters required funds. Especially with her love-and-murder tendencies. But [Reader] knew very well that this time it wasn’t just about money. The girl didn’t know what was going on in her surroundings. The one where her teammates were. And that had to bother her more than money.
— If I tell you, Dabi will get me. — [Reader] looked away.
— If you don’t tell me, I’ll get you. And you know that won’t be pleasant. — The corner of her lips curved upwards.
— What will happen to him? — The thief nodded toward Todoroki.
Toga’s gaze followed hers.
— If he’s useful and agrees to cooperate, he might live a little longer… AHHH! — Toga raised her hands, trying to shield her face.
Hawks ruthlessly attacked her head with his talons. Sharp as razors, they had to hurt. The bird carefully avoided the knives thrown his way.
After he had finally managed to rip the rope enough to create a hole, he waited for the right moment. He knew the only thing he could do was distract the assailant, so he waited for Shōto to wake up.
Todoroki stood and staggered a few steps, landing beside [Reader], still trapped in the heavy cocoon of ropes fastened to the tree. He couldn’t do anything more. He looked at his hand. A thin layer of frost covered it. Could it be the first time he had overused his quirk? That would explain the cold seeping through his body. It had never happened before. The girl seemed to understand too. With concern, she looked at Toga, who had already realized the bird was only there to distract her.
— Fire! — [Reader] urged feverishly. — You have to use fire, do you hear me?
— I can’t. I can’t… control it… — The words came out heavy, as if his lips were freezing. He suspected they were but he didn’t have the strength to lift his hand and check.
— Don’t be an idiot, Shōto! If you don’t use it, we’ll die! — The girl desperately grabbed his left hand. She pointed it toward the approaching Toga.
Hawks cawed in warning and flew off to a safe distance. He couldn’t do anything else. He had barely avoided the last attack. The knives now flew toward a new target.
[Reader] closed her eyes, bracing for the worst. But she opened them when a wave of pain shot through her. Instantly, she pressed her hand to her chest. It throbbed with agony, red and burned. But that didn’t matter now. Before her eyes the forest went up in flames. Toga and her knives vanished behind the wall of fire.
For a moment Todoroki stared blankly at what he had created. As if the campfire he had been sitting at earlier had grown into a massive blaze wanting to devour the trees. But then he shook his head and set to work freeing his companion from the ropes. He had no idea what exactly to do. Pulling at the knots only seemed to make things worse. The flames spread faster and faster. His eyes stung from the smoke, preventing him from seeing the ties clearly. The world was all yellow and orange. He glanced at his hands. He couldn’t burn through the ropes. What was supposed to be a small attack had turned into a massive wildfire. He had no control over his power. He tried to form an ice shard but it melted instantly in the face of the flames. Shōto panicked. He felt as though he couldn’t think clearly anymore.
Hawks saved the situation. The hawk dropped two of Toga’s knives at his feet and set to work, sawing at the ropes with his sharp talons.
[Reader] picked up the weapon and feverishly began cutting the bonds, trying to suppress the bursts of coughing. Tears welled up in her eyes.
They made it out together only seconds before the first of the charred trees collapsed beside them. They tumbled onto the clearing where not long ago they had been resting. The fire stopped at the forest’s edge. Gasping, they collapsed on the grass, gulping down the fresh air.
— I assume… — [Reader] coughed hard — I assume you didn’t like Himiko Toga. — She forced a faint smile.
The look on Todoroki’s face told her that yes, indeed, he didn't… The joke wasn’t really in place. Maybe she should stop.
— Shōto?
The boy slowly turned his head toward her. He seemed far away in thought.
— Hmmm?
— Thank you — [Reader] said sincerely.
— Don’t mention it. — He closed his eyes, stroking Hawks. — This story sounds like one for a campfire.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline. Or maybe [Reader] had inhaled too much smoke but the remark seemed so absurdly unlike Todoroki that it was funny. She kept laughing for a long while before they set out on their way again.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
The whole series can be found here.
Fear
— And then the fairy turned the king into a BEAST! — shouted [Reader]. Her hands shot up in a gesture meant to scare her travel companion.
— That’s it? — Todoroki raised an eyebrow. — I thought you were going to tell me a blood-curdling story.
The boy was sitting by the fire, staring at the cheerfully dancing golden flames. Their glow brightened the darkness of the clearing at the edge of the forest.
— Of course it’s scary. You’re just… different, Shōto. — The girl crossed her arms, pretending to be offended.
For the last few days, she had been trying to show him what life outside the tower had to offer. Telling scary stories by the campfire wasn’t something that put them in danger or cost anything, and, as he said, he had never experienced it before. That was why she put all her acting skills into this tale, one of her favourites, and the one she had told many times before. Back in her childhood, whenever she told it to her friends, they were terrified and unanimously claimed it was the scariest story of all. She used to win their little horror contests with it. But Todoroki seemed unmoved. It was hard to get any sign of fear from him.
— Maybe I’d be more shaken if I didn’t already know it — the listener said, wrapping himself tightly in a blanket.
— Wait a second… Are you telling me I’ve been retelling you story you already knew from the start? What about the previous ones? — One look at the boy was enough to confirm that, yes, he knew the others too. — Why didn’t you tell me right away?
— When I was in the tower, I didn’t have much to do besides training. Father brought me books. I know almost all of them by heart. I didn’t say anything because it didn’t seem important.
His thoughts drifted back to evenings spent by the not-so-big bookshelf. After some time, the books stopped fitting there. He piled them on the floor and in trunks. Sometimes Hawks carried them up and left them among the beams. All those stories had been his escape from the world he lived in into the one he had always longed to see. They filled the dull, monotonous life with adventures he couldn’t have on his own. It was from one of those books that he first learned about the Festival of the Gifted.
— If you had told me, I could’ve tried to find something you hadn’t heard yet. Communication is the key to success — [Reader] sighed.
— I wanted to hear you tell stories by the campfire, even if I already knew them. Next time I’ll just let you know — he said.
There was something pleasant about sitting across from each other and sharing such a moment. Back in the tower, he would lie on the old bed and read by candlelight. Although the situation felt similar, he experienced it very differently now — because someone was right there beside him. And even though [Reader] still didn’t seem entirely trustworthy, he had already grown somewhat used to her presence. Used to the fact that they did most things together. From cooking meals, to helping each other on the road and the morning routine of braiding hair.
— Do you really like listening to me that much? — the girl teased.
— You have a pleasant voice — Todoroki said with his usual unreadable gaze.
[Reader] didn’t reply. She had grown used to the fact that over the past few days of traveling, he never snapped back at her jokes. In fact, she could almost say he hadn’t even tried joking along with her once. This was something new. He had answered with a compliment, which threw her off even more. Back in the tower, she had teased him about lacking such skills — perhaps that hadn’t been true.
If there was one trait Shōto had shown her in these past days, it was honesty. That was why she knew he wasn’t speaking empty words. Actually, no one had ever complimented her voice before. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should’ve sung more often in taverns at night.
— I’ll go gather more wood. I’ll be right back — she said, leaving the warm, bright circle behind.
Todoroki felt his eyelids growing heavy. The long distance he had traveled that day was taking its toll. His head was already resting on his shoulder when he heard something that sounded like a scream. It came from the forest, slightly muffled. For a moment he even wondered if it wasn’t just a product of his imagination. But when he looked around and saw that [Reader] still wasn’t back, he decided to get up. Maybe it was just the wind or some silly prank of hers but he preferred to check. He whistled to summon Hawks. The bird didn’t come, which only heightened his alertness.
Shōto stepped into the forest. He moved quietly over the moss. The pine trees all looked the same no matter which direction he took. The bushes rustled softly in the wind. He tried not to stray too far but soon he had the impression he had no idea where he was. That was why, when he finally spotted [Reader]’s back as she picked up dry branches, he felt relief. But right after, unease returned. It crept along his spine like something cold.
— I’ll be done in a moment — [Reader] said, continuing her task.
The silence was broken only by the faint whistling of the wind. The boy couldn’t make out much in the dark but as he drew closer to his companion, he got the impression that with every step he was nearing some vague shape hanging above her. Its dark outline resembled a cocoon. Whatever it was, it didn’t bode well. He looked at [Reader]. One more second, and it would have been too late. The girl hurled knives at him. Then she feinted another strike with a short blade. He managed to create an ice barrier, shielding himself from the series of attacks but one of the weapons grazed his arm. He raised his hands, waiting for the next assault. When the knives appeared again, they seemed to fly at him from all directions. [Reader] looked as though she were gliding from tree to tree, evading his attempts to pin her down. At one point she rushed him from behind.
But this time it was no longer [Reader]. Her face seemed to shift and transform. That made him hesitate for a moment. Before his eyes appeared clumsily tied blond hair, swaying as she struck. Yellow irises gleamed with madness in the dark night. That was the last thing he registered — he didn’t notice the falling tree coming at him. The ice he shot from his fingers missed and then a darkness stronger than the one surrounding him so far consumed his sight.
The girl stepped closer and critically examined her handiwork. He wasn’t dead, so she still had a chance at fruitful cooperation — assuming he would agree to any sort of deal at all. She brushed his hair from his forehead with the tip of her boot. He looked really handsome. Maybe not quite enough red for her taste but that was something that could always be fixed.
And since he wasn’t conscious, there was nothing threatening her for the moment. She eagerly licked the small amount of blood that had gathered on the silver blade. It tasted exquisite. So much so that a wide smile spread across her face, putting her in a good mood. And that hadn’t happened often lately. It promised to be fun.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
The whole series can be found here.
Your Morning
[Reader] rolled onto her other side as quietly as she could. She couldn’t see well in the dark, but the moonlight trickling in through the tower’s small windows offered just enough illumination. Squinting, she spotted the beam where the bird had been perched earlier. He hadn’t moved. He slept with his head tucked under his wing and right beside him lay the diadem that had caused her so much trouble. If only she could climb up there, she might be able to grab it.
She sat up as cautiously as possible. She had to admit, Todoroki wasn’t the worst person she had ever met. True, he hadn’t given up his bed, but he had at least offered her one of his blankets and a pillow. That was more than she’d expected.
— Can’t sleep? — Shōto’s voice echoed through the silence of the night, startling her.
— Yeah. Probably because I’m in a new place — she lied quickly.
The boy didn’t look convinced. Quite the opposite. His expression told her he’d definitely seen her eyeing Hawks and the treasure he guarded.
— You should get some rest. We’ve got a long journey ahead — [Reader] said.
— You too. — Todoroki’s gaze was wary.
They had just met. She couldn’t really blame him for being cautious. Especially since she’d literally tried to rob him moments earlier. Still, she felt a flicker of irritation. He was staring at her so intently, as if he could see right through her.
She had only one option — change the subject.
— Did you pack everything? — she asked, standing and stretching her limbs. No point in lying back down and pretending to sleep.
— Food, cloaks, blankets. I don’t think we can carry anything more.
He pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped the blanket more tightly around himself. From time to time, he glanced over as his new companion rummaged around his small corner of the tower, checking the bags and looking for small items. The red-and-white curtain of hair kept falling over his face. He tried not to show it but the whole situation unnerved him. He wasn’t entirely sure he’d made the right decision. He did want to leave. The question was with whom (her?) and when (right now?). On the other hand, he had no idea when he might get another chance like this. It could be his only shot at mastering the part of himself that had always held him back.
He just had to be careful not to use his fire until they arrive. And not to let himself be tricked. He knew Hawks wouldn’t allow anyone to rob him. He was always alert — he could wake Todoroki in the middle of the night the moment he heard his father approaching. Still, unease kept Todoroki from sleeping. He had been warned his whole life about exactly this kind of scenario. The number of rules he was breaking right now was staggering.
With a sigh, he threw off the blanket. There was no point in lying there any longer. He had to face this.
— Are you very attached to your hair? — [Reader]’s question threw him off. He blinked, trying to figure out what she meant. — It’ll be uncomfortable to travel with it like that — she continued. — I was thinking of cutting it.
— Absolutely not — he replied instantly.
— Okay, okay… just a suggestion. — She raised her hands in mock surrender. — I could braid it if that’s more acceptable.
— I can do it myself — Todoroki said curtly, moving to grab the brush.
He picked it up and caught his distorted reflection in the silver handle. Another lesson from his father. Never let anyone touch you. But why, exactly? He looked at the girl behind him. Did she look like a thief? Absolutely. Like someone who’d hurt him? Not really. There would be many new experiences ahead, most involving people. Maybe this could be a start.
— If... — he cleared his throat awkwardly. — If you really want to, you can braid it.
With those words, he sat on the floor, silently praying that [Reader] wouldn’t comment on his sudden change of heart. To his immense relief, she didn’t. She simply began combing through the long strands, slowly and carefully. By the time she finished, the first rays of sunlight were filtering in through the shutters. Hawks had descended to the ground. He observed them with his head cocked, as if trying to decide whether it was safe to leave Todoroki alone. After a moment, he handed the boy his bag and flew off to hunt.
— You tried to steal the tiara when you woke up — Todoroki ventured.
A soft laugh was her only reply. It threw him off.
— Nothing escapes you — the thief said.
He glanced over his shoulder. If she were going to do something, now was the perfect moment. But minute by minute, he was starting to believe she didn’t intend to. At least not right now. She seemed completely focused on weaving the red and white strands of his hair.
He couldn’t believe she admitted it. He gave her a questioning look.
— You’re not dumb enough to fall for that anyway — [Reader] explained. — No point in pretending anymore. — She shrugged. — I won’t try again, so sleep easy. — She laughed.
He had to admit, the steady motion of her hands was soothing. So much so that he almost forgot why they were doing this in the first place. He glanced at the mirror. The braid was much tighter than when he’d done it himself.
— Very practical — Shōto said.
— Practical? That’s it?! — [Reader] was clearly offended.
— What was I supposed to say? — he asked, confused.
— That it’s a nice braid, that I put effort into it, that you’re grateful… — she began listing possible responses, counting on her fingers. — That’s how you give a compliment. When’s the last time you interacted with people?
— I don’t know — Todoroki replied.
It was the truth. He couldn’t remember the last time he was around others. If ever.
— For as long as I can remember, it’s just been my father and me. I never leave the tower — he said. His expression didn’t reveal much but his eyes carried a longing for something he’d never experienced.
— Oh… — The girl realized what she’d said. A small pang tugged at her heart. What would it be like to live in such isolation, cut off from the world? — So this will be your first time leaving… home? — she finished hesitantly. The word “prison” almost slipped out but she figured that joke wouldn’t land well.
He nodded and moved toward the packed bag. He slung it over his shoulders.
— If you want, we can stop somewhere on the way. Maybe there’s something you’ve always wanted to see or do — she offered.
A day or two wouldn’t delay them too much. Besides, if she disguised herself well enough, no one would recognize her. It would be a good chance to find out whether people already knew she was wanted for stealing the tiara. If they did, she’d need to start planning where to flee after returning the trinket to Dabi and passing the money to her parents.
— I don’t know yet. Let’s not worry about it for now. It’s time to go — he cast one last, lingering glance at the tower he had spent so many years in.
— Wait! How are we supposed to get down? — [Reader] asked. — Do I have to undo your hair? — she groaned. — I just finished…
— Did you think I climb down with my hair every day? — Shōto looked at her in disbelief.
He pulled aside a rug, revealing a hidden trapdoor. He tugged it open. Dust swirled in the air as they descended into darkness. They made their way down the stairs, lit only by narrow shafts of light seeping through loosened stones.
At the bottom, Hawks rejoined them, circling impatiently a few meters above against the clear blue sky.
For a moment, Todoroki felt like he was heading out to his usual training but the feeling quickly passed when he saw [Reader] walking briskly ahead across the flower-strewn training grounds.
He threw one last glance back at the white stone tower with red roof tiles. He’d complained about it for most of his life. Now, it was hard to let go. It was the only thing he’d ever really known.
— You coming? — Her question pulled him from his thoughts.
He took a deep breath and caught up to her. They had a deal. He’d make it to the festival and then his life would finally change for the better. He was sure of it.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.
But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.
What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.
A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
The whole series can be found here.
First meeting
[Reader] pulled on the reins, urging the horse into an even faster gallop. Many people would have likely worried about the animal’s condition — it was foaming at the mouth, struggling to keep up with the murderous pace set by its rider. The steed tensed all its muscles and leapt over a log.
The girl ducked her head, just barely avoiding a branch. Her face was already scraped up from the escape. She cursed herself for riding into the forest. It was the only place where she could lose the guards. But she didn’t know the paths here. She glanced back, hoping the men chasing her from the city had finally given up. Unfortunately, two of them were still right behind her. For a moment, she considered throwing the tiara away. Then she could stop and pretend to be innocent. But she knew the soldiers had already seen the glint in her bag. Even if they didn’t find the stolen item, they’d still make her the scapegoat. They would be punished for letting royal valuables slip away. If they brought in the culprit, their sentence might be less severe.
The deeper she went into the forest, the darker it became. The trees grew denser. Escaping was getting harder. The horse’s sides rose and fell so fast, she was sure it would collapse at any moment.
The teenager bit her lip. Maybe her parents had been right. Maybe she had made the wrong choices in life. If only she had stayed with them on the farm, she wouldn’t be suffering like this now. Honest, but poor — that’s how they pictured her future. Was it really so wrong that she had tried to help them, even if they didn’t want her help? This was supposed to be her final heist. The score of a lifetime. Dabi’s offer had been everything she’d ever dreamed of. She had agreed to break into the treasury and bring him the tiara. She didn’t know why he wanted it. There was no way he could sell it to anyone. No one would take on that kind of risk. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was the money. The gold coins that could improve her parents’ lives. She knew they didn’t want them. She planned to leave the money on their doorstep. Just to redeem herself a little in their eyes. After they had scolded her that one fateful say, she ran away from the cottage. She couldn’t bear the look of disappointment in their eyes.
She glanced over her shoulder and cursed under her breath. Nothing had changed. Her horse couldn’t go on. With a sigh of resignation, she brought it to a halt. As she dismounted, her legs gave out beneath her. She hadn’t realised just how exhausted she was. She ran, frantically looking around. The sound of hooves was getting louder. Suddenly, she spotted rocks in front of her. No matter which way she turned, she couldn’t escape them. Turning back wasn’t an option either. She was trapped. In her mind, she was already preparing for a trial — if anyone even bothered to hold one before burning her at the stake or hanging her.
Something swooped over her head. She turned and saw a bird. A hawk disappeared into a crack between the boulders. Without thinking, she ran after it. Holding her breath, she squeezed herself into the dark space, pressing her body against the cool wall. The guards’ voices grew fainter with every step she took. She hadn’t expected the corridor to widen. And she certainly hadn’t expected the breathtaking view at the end.
She blinked, trying to adjust to the light. The setting sun reflected in a vast lake. The wind rustled the tops of the few trees still standing. Most of them were fallen. She noticed large patches of scorched grass. Could lightning really have struck in that many places? But what caught her attention most was the tower. It rose high above, carved from white stone and topped with red tiles. It looked ancient. That’s where the bird had flown. Maybe it had a nest there. She decided to follow.
She stepped into a field of flowers. Every colour surrounded her. Most buds were already curling inwards, preparing for nightfall. That reminded her she needed to find shelter too. She was still being hunted. Sleeping under the open sky wasn’t the best idea. She looked up. The tower wall was almost perfectly smooth. Only a few cracks dotted its surface. She decided to at least try. But as she raised her hand, she realised she couldn’t move it. The sensation spread to her legs. A thin layer of ice covered her entire body. The last thing she saw was a blur of red and white.
Shōto slowly melted the ice from the girl’s skin. He had pulled her close to the fire. The hearth crackled with bright flames. He still couldn’t — or wouldn’t — use his power. Perhaps a bit of both. He watched the unexpected guest closely. His father had always told him to eliminate anyone who ever entered this place. Said it was for his own good. That such people were enemies. But the boy didn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt him. He hadn’t wronged anyone. At least, not as far as he knew. His childhood memories were a black hole. Sometimes he had flashes of events but never enough to piece anything together. Instinctively, he touched his face. The scar around his left eye was still there. He didn’t know much about it either. For a long time, he thought he might have burned himself. But sometimes, a memory of white hair returned to him. Not his own. Which meant the injury had come from someone else.
The first thing to thaw was her bag. He grabbed the brown fabric. Inside was only a bit of food. The bag was far too heavy for just that. Something was off. He shook it hard. Something rustled inside.
— Hawks! — the young man whistled.
The hawk appeared in a flash. With its claws, it tore through the bottom. From a cleverly hidden pocket, something tumbled out. A tiara rolled across the floor. Shōto picked it up. It was small — made to fit a child’s head. Silver reflected the firelight. Rubies and diamonds were woven into it. The girl didn’t look like someone who could afford such a thing.
The ice melted faster now. Shōto tied the girl’s hands and legs with a few scarves. He regretted not having a rope but he simply didn’t need one in everyday life. His hair was enough to get down from the tower.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen the tiara before. Maybe in a book? But he knew them all by heart. He would have recognised it...
He turned to the fireplace — just in time to see the girl open her eyes, only to quickly close them again. She was faking unconsciousness. Clever.
— I saw that! Don’t pretend! — he tried to sound threatening.
She kept up the act for a moment longer but eventually gave up. He approached her, raising his hand. Ice danced above his right palm. She flinched, just as he expected.
— You’ll be fine, as long as you answer my questions — he said calmly.
She nodded.
— Who are you? — asked Shōto.
— I could ask you the same… — Seeing the ice inching closer to her face, she relented: — [Reader]. My name is [Reader].
— What are you doing here? — He stepped closer.
— I got lost. — The lie slipped out smoothly.
— That’s deep in the forest. What were you doing there? — he pressed.
— What is this, an interrogation? — she snapped. — And why are you holding my tiara? — Panic flickered in [Reader]’s eyes.
She followed the glinting jewel with her gaze, cursing herself internally. Dabi was probably lounging in his fine navy coat right now, sipping expensive wine and wondering when his delivery would arrive. Meanwhile, she was stuck in who-knows-where with who-knows-whom.
— I’m trying to determine whether you’re a threat — Shōto replied. — And that — he pointed to the tiara — clearly isn’t yours.
— And how would you know that? — She frowned.
— You don’t look like someone who could afford it.
— Hey! — She was about to protest when a voice interrupted.
— Shōtooo! — A loud call echoed from below the tower.
Shōto swore under his breath. He couldn’t let his father see the girl. That would be the end of her. He tossed the tiara upward. Hawks caught it midair and flew off, dropping it onto one of the beams near the ceiling.
— Get in the wardrobe and don’t make a sound if you value your life, understood? — He untied her, pushing the intruder inside the furniture. Then he ran to the window. He gathered the ends of his hair and threw them out the window. The red and white strands snaked downward. The pain was familiar. Enji was climbing the nearly smooth tower wall.
— Thought I heard your voice — the father grunted as he pulled himself inside. — What took you so long?
— I was talking to Hawks — Shōto lied. Right on cue, the bird flew in and perched on his shoulder.
His father’s stern gaze didn’t show approval. He didn’t like the animal. Too loud and impulsive in his opinion. And it never listened to him.
— I won’t stay long today — Enji announced.
He pulled out a basket. Inside were food supplies and a few new books. He laid everything out on the old wooden table.
— You promised we’d talk about the Festival — Shōto stood in front of him.
— Not this year — his father’s look turned cold.
[Reader] peeked through the slightly open wardrobe doors. Even she instinctively shrank back from the man’s gaze. There was something repelling about him.
— You said the same thing last year — the boy protested.
— You’re not leaving until you learn to control your fire. End of discussion! — The man ignited both his hands.
They blazed brightly, as they always did when he was angry.
How was he supposed to learn anything without anyone to train with? He was always alone in the tower. He could only go outside to the meadow in front. That’s where he practised. He was good with ice but fire was another matter. Fear always haunted him. He couldn’t control it. Whenever he lost control, he burned everything around him. His father wasn’t helpful. He only gave useless advice. Once, he even encouraged him not to hold back. Shōto still remembered the scorched earth where he tried. Every tree, bush and flower had died. Only recently had some of them grown back. He had sworn he never wanted to do that again. What if someone had been standing there? Someone not immune to fire? They’d be dead. He knew he was a danger to others. Still, he wanted to meet people. He hoped the Festival of the Gifted could help him. It was only held once a year. If he could just learn to control his powers, he could finally live a normal life.
His father extinguished the flames, regaining his composure. He turned his back to him, waiting for Shōto to lower his hair. The boy hesitated on purpose, hoping to show his frustration. But eventually, the strands touched the grass once more. Enji climbed down and soon disappeared.
Shōto was tired of waiting for a miracle. He had often dreamed of escaping. Leaving everything behind. But he never felt ready. He didn’t know the roads. He had no connections. He didn’t know how to live outside the tower. Now, however, he had the perfect opportunity to change his life — and he intended to take it.
He approached the wardrobe and opened the door.
— You heard me. I need to get to the Festival of the Gifted. Help me and I’ll give you back the tiara. — He tried to look confident, though he had no idea if it worked.
— What makes you think I’ll agree? — [Reader] looked at him with distaste.
— I know how much you want the tiara — he said quietly.
A moment of awkward silence passed.
— Fine. — The girl reached out her hand.
He looked at her uncertainly. For a moment, he thought she was about to attack him and prove his father right. But nothing happened.
— Are you going to shake my hand or not? — she huffed, annoyed.
He reached out. He didn’t take his eyes off her. He wasn’t sure what she expected but she clasped his hand firmly and gave it a shake.
— Then it’s a deal — she said.
Back then, he had no idea he was about to embark on the greatest adventure of his life.
Confined within the tower, Shōto must train to control the fiery side of his powers. His father promised that if he succeeds, he’ll finally be allowed to see the world and meet the rest of his family.
But one day, a thief working for Dabi named [Reader], bursts into his small world. The two strike a deal: Shōto will return the stolen tiara, and in exchange, [Reader] will secretly take him to the Festival of the Gifted — a place where he hopes to master his fiery power.
What Shōto doesn’t yet realise is that this journey will be the beginning of a path toward discovering his true identity and a feeling he’s never known before will begin to bloom between him and the thief soon.
A retelling of a few versions of Rapunzel fairytale, starring Todoroki Shōto and other characters from the BNHA universe. The story is written in chronological scenarios and will feature two different endings.
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Saja Boys are the hottest new boyband on the scene — but [Reader] knows their leader isn’t who he claims to be. Especially since, a few centuries ago, he watched her die without a trace of guilt. He wants to take over the world and escape the cursed voice in his head, she wants to destroy the one who betrayed her.
Dies Irae — the Day of Wrath — is coming.
Soda Pop
[Reader] widened her eyes at the sight of five boys dancing in the middle of the city. Their movements were downright hypnotic. Curious, she pushed her way through the crowd. She had come to the city center intending to follow Huntrix but this group was putting on a really good show, effectively drawing her attention away from the girls. They were standing on a giant, colourful can of soda, which in the hot summer heat, looked like a source of refreshment. She sighed with envy. That was really good marketing. Whoever picked the guys knew their job. It was hard to take her eyes off them and she knew she wasn’t the only one. Everyone was swaying, from teenage girls to ajummas, even adult men.
She moved closer. The muscle guy, the romantic, the mysterious emo, the “innocent” kid and... she blinked twice. She had to make sure if...
— Very incognito of you — Mira whispered to her friend in a low voice. [Reader] was sure that if it weren't for demonic skills, she would’ve never heard it.
Rumi tightened the string of her oversized hoodie, saying nothing. If she was trying to hide, she was failing miserably.
— Hi! What’s this new group? — [Reader] asked, directing her gaze to the small stage.
— We were hoping you might know something. — Mira stared ahead with murder in her eyes. — They’re called Saja Boys.
— Oh, unfortunately not. — The girl waved dismissively. — I’m just an assistant. Studying the competition is Bobby’s job. — She gave a company-standard, idiotic smile.
Being the right hand of Huntrix’s manager was the perfect job. Close enough to keep an eye on things but far enough not to draw too much attention. If only she didn’t have to keep making excuses for people, it would’ve been ideal.
— Don’t worry, darling, we’ll get rid of them! I mean... ummm... deal with them? — Zoey corrected herself uncertainly. — That doesn’t sound great either...
— I’m sure you’ll manage! — [Reader] shouted over the chanting crowd.
The girl stood on tiptoes, trying to get a good look at the last member of Saja Boys. She suspected who it was even before he stepped forward but she had to be sure. She wouldn’t mistake that voice for anyone else’s. Now he was singing a silly song about soda but in her head were different times. The times when, hundreds of years ago, he promised her hope for a better tomorrow. That low, deep voice that guided her through dark nights.
The deceitful, lying boy met her gaze. She knew he recognized her. For a moment, his brown irises gleamed gold. With dread and confusion. A second later, Saja Boys vanished from the stage.
— Prepare yourself, Jinu.
She turned on her heel and walked away.
Takedown
— Surprised? — [Reader] watched with delight as Jinu stared at her in shock. His golden eyes shimmered with uncertainty. The demonically violet ribbons on his body glowed restlessly. They seemed to beat in rhythm with a heart he shouldn’t have anymore. They stood out against the deep black that filled the eternal night of the monstrous kingdom.
— You’re alive? — Jinu asked, taking a step forward.
His disbelief was wildly amusing. He was still standing on mortal ground despite the passing years.
— A few centuries of hatred kept me close enough to life to come back. Aren’t you happy? — [Reader] stretched her lips into a wide, murderous smile.
— What did you do? — The boy stepped back in fear.
— There’s no monopoly on making deals with demons. Gwi-Ma, in his generosity, accepted one more soul full of hatred.
It was an equivalent exchange. Her being and eternal damnation in exchange for revenge on the boy who shamelessly abandoned her for luxury. All she had to do was make sure the Demon King's plan was fulfilled.
— You don’t understand what... — Jinu didn’t finish. If anything remained of him after selling his soul, it was those emotions. — What about... the voices?
— What are those voices compared to yours, telling me I couldn’t come through the gate? — [Reader] scraped one claw against the other. They made a metallic screech.
A screech. Just like the one that never faded from her memory. The golden gates slamming shut with a clang as she desperately tried to get inside. Jinu’s mother, his sister and she herself. Writhing in hunger spasms. Weeks of emptiness that couldn't be filled by scraps found on the streets. Yet they kept swelling from the bloating that consumed their bodies. With torn voices, they cried out to their only hope. The guards violently pulled them away from the bars. She spat in their faces but had no strength for more. Her glassy eyes stared at Jinu. Or at least who she thought he was. Standing so close, yet so far. Looking down at how the men dragged her and threw her down the stairs. How they broke what was left of her fragile bones. Her final moments were spent in the gutter, watching heartless people pass her by.
— So you want to settle the score. — All emotion vanished from the boy’s face.
Long claws clicked in response. [Reader] was no longer the forever sickly, starving girl he had once abandoned. Now she was fast and sharp like her strikes. Her claws slashed through the air, again and again, where he had just stood.
Jinu vanished in a cloud of black smoke, escaping into the mortal world. That was a mistake. She followed. He didn’t have time to dodge. She tore open his left forearm. The arm exploded in pain. But he was grateful for it. For a moment, it was louder than the voices of regret that filled his head. Another blow clanged off the concrete wall of a building.
— You’ve got me — he said, panting heavily. [Reader] pressed a claw to his throat and a trickle of blood ran down.
Seconds stretched into eternity. Jinu’s chest rose restlessly. His irises briefly turned to human brown.
— You’re beautiful when you’re angry — he said with a smug smile.
The same one she remembered from centuries ago.
— Do it — he whispered.
[Reader], however, remained in the same position. Something like melancholy appeared in her eyes. The kind he used to see when he played that old wooden bipa for her ages ago. He hummed one of the long-forgotten melodies. She parted her lips as if to say something but froze. The next moment her body spasmed backward. Jinu knew that posture well. As well as the headache that split her skull. Gwi-Ma must have had something to say.
— Your time hasn’t come yet — [Reader] growled, rising from her knees. — But don’t worry. When you’ve done your job, I’ll be the first and last person you’ll see. — The girl disappeared.
Golden
[Reader] looked on in disbelief at the situation unfolding before her eyes. When Huntrix received the falsely polite invitation to a TV show, she knew they’d accept. They hated Saja Boys. What she didn’t expect was how spectacularly everything would go downhill. The five demons worked non-stop to humiliate the girls as much as possible. She wouldn’t have cared much — if it weren’t for that confident smile on Jinu’s face that stayed there through the entire show. They had the same goal but she wouldn’t mind seeing him fall flat on his face.
— Let’s welcome the production team to the stage! You rarely get to see them but they also deserve some recognition! — Those words reached her with a delay.
Oh no, no, no...
Huntrix looked apologetically at their team. Bobby, on the other hand, proudly rushed to center stage like lightning. He rarely had the chance for five minutes in front of the cameras. Besides, this was a great PR opportunity. The idols would surely get fans’ appreciation for this gesture. Their night had been going poorly, so they were grabbing whatever they could.
[Reader] was dragged onto the stage by force. For a moment, it crossed her mind that she could slash the guy shoving her forward with her claws and not have to go anywhere but she pushed that thought down.
The giant screen in the middle of the stage was drawing participants and tasks at random. The production team timidly stepped up to their challenges. It was hard to blame them. They were used to being near K-pop idols — but not this close. One cameraman, who was picked to be painted by Mira, looked like he was about to die of happiness. The same could be said about one of the stylists taking part in a quiz with Zoey and Mystery.
Everything was going quite smoothly — until it was time for Jinu’s draw. [Reader] was sure her name, printed in all caps right next to the karaoke challenge, was a bad joke. She was even ready to believe it was just another mean move from the guy — until she looked at him. She caught a glimpse of his confused expression. For a few seconds, he stared at her with uncertainty in his eyes, which was quickly replaced by his confident stage persona.
— As it happens, [Reader] and I know each other quite well — the leader’s voice carried through the studio.
The reactions were exactly what he wanted. There were quiet murmurs of gossip and curious glances all around. The live chat also exploded with questions, though he didn’t get to see it.
Huntrix stared at [Reader]. At that moment, she looked like a traitor to them. Not good.
— It’s exactly as Jinu says. — The girl pushed her way in front of the mic he was holding. — As you know, I’m one of the minor assistants for Huntrix — she introduced herself. — I love them very, very much — she placed a hand on her heart — which is why I wanted to strangle him the first chance I got. — She smiled widely, and the studio erupted in laughter.
The three idols looked more at ease.
— You forgot to add it was strangling with claws — Jinu muttered sarcastically.
— Let’s get it over with — she said quietly, watching the crew set up the screen.
Ironically, the song they got was one of Huntrix’s. [Reader] had no doubt Jinu could handle any of them, no matter how vocally difficult. But it felt like a particularly tasteless joke. Two demons bound to Gwi-Ma who hated each other — singing karaoke with their rivals’ song.
At first, it was easy. Clutching the mic, she focused on the lyrics bouncing across the screen, even though she knew them by heart. But then Jinu started singing. Not like during the debut performance. This time, she could hear emotion. Or at least something resembling it — if he still had any left. He was singing about golden light in the midst of loneliness. There was no trace of the demonic hue in his brown eyes and she began to wonder what he was really thinking about.
When they sang the chorus together, she locked her gaze on him. She couldn’t look away. Images of better times crossed her mind. The ones when, amid poverty and sickness, he sang just for her. About holding onto hope for a better tomorrow. Back then, she truly believed him, feeding on that hope every day when her stomach cried out for food.
A light brush of a hand snapped her out of her thoughts. She wasn’t sure if it was an accident. The cool touch lingered for a moment, staying with her as she smoothly sang the next verse.
When the final chorus ended, she was speechless. The people in the studio clapped, congratulating them on a fantastic performance — but she just stared ahead. For a few moments, she felt golden rings flowing beneath her feet. Like a honey-coloured river, pulling her along to keep singing. But the feeling quickly passed. She turned on her heel and walked offstage. She didn’t look back even once.
How It’s Done
Shit, shit, shit!
[Reader]’s thoughts were racing faster than her demonic legs. She thought she had rid herself of emotions. All of them, except the desire for revenge. And yet for the first time since awakening, she felt fear. She kept glancing over her shoulder. Huntrix were right on her heels. She could almost feel their breath on the back of her neck. Her claws would be useless against the three Huntresses. Not when they were working together.
She leapt to another building. She was heading toward the unlit streets on the outskirts of the city. She hoped she could split the girls up. Maybe even lose them, if she got lucky enough.
[Reader] cursed herself for that performance on the show. Her duet with Jinu had made Huntrix suspicious. They started digging and realized that her whole persona was a giant lie. It was kind of them to start with a confrontation rather than slitting her throat in her sleep. Only because of that did she still have a chance.
She took a deep breath. She tried hard to focus and return to Gwi-Ma’s kingdom but every time, she felt a block. The King of Cruelty had placed a gate between her and his world. How ironic. Even in this life, bars would be the death of her.
Her skull throbbed with pain. Loud laughter forced its way into her mind. She now knew it was pointless to keep trying. The ruler wouldn’t let her back until he was sure she wouldn’t drag anyone behind her who could threaten his plans. And he certainly wouldn't lend her any of his demonic subordinates.
The attack came faster than Rumi’s rage-filled voice could reach her.
— There you are!
A blade scraped against her claws. The metal screeched through the darkness.
— How could you?! — the words rang out behind her, full of accusation.
[Reader] spun around with force. Her slash met only air. Rumi kicked her. The heel dug straight into her stomach. The demon didn’t stay idle. Her fingers slashed across Rumi’s right arm. The shining blade flew toward the edge. Huntress lunged after it but her prey was already dashing in the opposite direction.
[Reader] jumped off the building. Something yanked her by the arm. The rush of air slowed. She extended her claws but the thing batted them away. She kicked, trying to break free.
— Calm down or we’ll die together — a low voice warned right in her ear. She should’ve fought. After all, she hated him so much. And yet she stood still, her wrists pinned to the wall. “I’m protecting myself” — she kept repeating in her head as she looked over Jinu’s shoulder at Rumi disappearing into the darkness.
— I didn’t need your help. — [Reader] pulled herself free from his grip.
— Of course not. — Jinu rolled his eyes theatrically. — You were totally going to take on the whole trio by yourself...
— Where are Zoey and Mira?
— Relax, princess. I made sure they’re on the other side of the city. — Jinu looked into the distance.
Princess. It hurt more than her bruised stomach. That’s what he used to call her. Under a starry sky, when they still had time and strength for fun. Before everything fell apart. Before he left to serve the real royal family.
— Actually, this whole chase is your fault — [Reader] said accusingly. — It’s because of that stupid performance. You had to sing like... — she trailed off.
— Like what?
— Like you cared about me! It’s your fault they started digging and now everything’s falling apart. — The words flew into the night.
The violet markings on Jinu’s body coiled unpleasantly. His irises turned back to hazel. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t get the chance.
A white blade cut through the darkness. A demonic hand materialized in an instant, shielding [Reader]. Jinu pushed her to the side.
Two sets of claws clashed with the blade. Together, they might have stood a chance — but Zoey and Mira appeared within view. Only one block separated them now.
— If they find us here, they’ll learn your secret — the demon said to the Huntress.
He didn’t wait for a response. and used the moment of distraction. He grabbed [Reader] and vanished in a cloud of gray dust. He knew he would pay for this disobedience. Gwi-Ma didn’t forgive. And he would read everything from his mind sooner or later. But lying on ground soaked in human skulls and blood, Jinu felt that this time, he would enjoy listening to the mortal wailing.
Your Idol
Gwi-Ma towered above the stadium. His dark presence covered the stage like a shroud. With every passing second, he grew larger. Transparent souls dissolved into the air, filling him with power. He looked down with curiosity. At first, he hadn’t believed in Jinu’s plan but now, that greedy little flea was leading four demons, bringing him closer to victory. Through dancing and singing. The very domains of the Huntresses. He had to admit — the irony of the situation gave him wild pleasure.
He remembered every contract he had made with humans in perfect detail. The one he signed with Jinu might turn out to be his best investment yet.
— What do you think? — he threw the question toward [Reader].
He didn’t expect an answer. He could read it from her mind. She stood staring at Jinu in the front row. Pathetic tears in her eyes. Squirming impatiently in his grip, trying to ignore the growing pain in her head. She was delightfully torn in her anger. His insurance policy. In case the demonic idol got any stupid ideas.
Gwi-Ma felt everything. The sweat dripping down the boy’s face. The flutter of black robes as he moved with the grace of a dark reaper. The power and force in his voice as he sang of giving his whole self. He was truly an idol for those crowds. Deadly good. Fatally persistent. Just one more step. Another turn. A flash of golden irises beneath dark lashes. The screams of the crowd echoing the chant on loop. It was a beautiful end of the world. The Day of Wrath.
Better.
Faster.
Stronger.
— When it’s over, you’ll get to kill him. I promised, didn’t I? — He smiled, showing sharp teeth. — Hahaha! It’s so funny that you’re fighting yourself. Face it, you miserable girl. You still love him, whether you like it or not! Why do you think I chose you? Because he cares... — he whispered in a low baritone, echoing right under her skull.
The delight was broken by a blinding light. Gwi-Ma knew exactly how Honmoon smelled. Like light and a voice cutting through with awe. He felt a choking in his massive throat. He swung his arm, sending demons toward the brightness. The Huntresses slashed without mercy. Song carried all around, reaching every corner. He howled in rage. The people woke from their trance. The souls drifted away, stripping him of power.
Jinu. That filthy traitor. Gwi-Ma hurled [Reader] right at his feet. Let him see what he was responsible for. He felt hesitation so he sent him a memory of the old days. A selfish life. Hunger. Past mistakes. Rattling cough. The clang of the castle gate. Sobbing.
Jinu’s pain was delicious. The suffering he felt was truly exquisite. Except for that nasty trace of emotion swirling somewhere deep inside. That, Gwi-Ma couldn’t stand.
One of the Huntresses broke through the crowd. The Four Tigers Evil Slayer Sword danced in her hand. Gwi-Ma knew that was a light he couldn’t bear to look at. He raised a dark hand. He stopped the blade before it could touch him. He pushed it back with all his might.
[Reader] looked toward Jinu. His irises no longer glowed gold. She rose from her knees and extended her claws. She whispered something but Gwi-Ma no longer knew what. His mind shook to its core as she drove her claws into her own chest. Into the very center of the impenetrable darkness that he was. It felt like pain was tearing him apart from the inside.
— I cared about you.
— I know.
Jinu threw himself between Gwi-Ma and the Huntress. He placed his hand on the blade. The sword spun with its own momentum. The strike hit right at the heart. If there even was one. Shimmering particles of ash rose with the wind. Honmoon was echoing throughout the stadium as Gwi-ma felt agony. He howled one last time.
And then came dead silence.
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[Reader] listened carefully to the sounds coming from the main hall. The melody of the string quartet signaled that the right moment had arrived. The golden frame of the mirror reflected the glow of several chandeliers. The woman glanced one last time at her reflection in the massive mirror. Chiori would never forgive her if she didn’t look absolutely flawless.
She adjusted a loose strand of hair and slowly began descending the stairs. She had to admit, though the preparations took a long time, it was worth it. Just as her persistent effort to have Clorinde assign her the role of an unusual countess – the sister of the palace's owner – had been. She appreciated her efforts even more when, gliding down the stairs covered in a navy carpet, she saw the guests’ expressions. She had no doubt her silhouette stood out perfectly against the background.
Furina, playing the hostess, descended first and joined the pair of eyes staring at her. She gave her a discreet signal by releasing a water bubble – meaning it was her moment.
– Together with my sister, we warmly welcome all of you. It is an honor to see such a large and distinguished gathering. We encourage you to dance to the baton of our magnificent conductor. – She pointed to the musicians. – We also invite you to the tables. We promise nothing will be missing and we hope this ball will provide you with unforgettable experiences! – She winked at the guests.
The assembled guests laughed, with the true motive of the event in mind.
[Reader] flowed down the stairs – at least that’s the impression everyone present had, if Chiori was to be believed. Her blue gown resembled the stormy sea; the fabric shimmered in shades from light to dark, and it seemed to sway involuntarily. Here and there, shells and imitations of seaweed glimmered, winding around a sheer netting above her thigh, resembling fishing nets from a distance. Cascades of tulle enveloped the whole, concealing leather slippers.
She blew a persistent curl off her forehead. The updo held her hair firmly but the strands she left loose lived their own life.
The scene at the bottom made her pause a second longer than she should have.
– Mademoiselle [Reader] – a familiar, deep voice greeted her at the foot of the stairs.
– Monsieur Neuvillette – she replied.
There was no mistake. The judicial regalia had been replaced with a specially tailored outfit for the occasion. The white shirt resembled restless sea foam, while the dark, shimmering pants and corset looked strikingly similar to her gown – as if he had immersed himself in the depths. His hair was neatly tied with a clever bow.
[Reader] would have sworn his outfit was made from the exact same fabric as hers. This could not be a coincidence.
Neuvillette extended his hand. [Reader] placed hers on it, feeling the gentle brush of his lips. He slowly lifted his head, his gaze once again sweeping over her figure.
– You look stunning, Countess.
– Thank you. – [Reader] curtseyed gracefully.
– It’s a pleasure to see my creations on the right people.
Chiori squeezed her way through the crowd surrounding her guests. She looked like a treasure chest resting on a sandy bottom. Her golden gown, adorned with crystal imitations, radiated an aura of power and wealth – the role she had been assigned required an appropriate image. After all, she was the owner of a luxurious silk industry.
– I wanted to thank you again. – [Reader] turned in her creation. – Placing an order with the countess has always been my dream.
– I won’t say I was skeptical but I admit, I wasn’t sure I could manage to fulfill another order in such a short time. You can thank a certain count in this room. He convinced me to give it a try.
Chiori gave the judge a meaningful look. She rarely saw him at the threshold of her boutique, let alone asking her to consider making a dress in record time when she was overwhelmed with orders. She was known for her strictness and treating all customers equally, regardless of their status. However, when she heard about [Reader]'s dream – to become a fairy tale princess for just one night instead of being Arpenteur des Crimes – her heart softened. Every girl wanted this at least once in her life...
Clorinde agreed to assign [Reader] the appropriate role and Furina promised to cover the costs of the outfits for all the important guests. How could she refuse?
Chiori wasn’t sure if the fabric would be enough but Neuvillette had announced that he was willing to give up some of his. So, for the past week, she had sewn nonstop until the ball. To this day, she didn’t know how she managed to make two creations from a single roll of silk. She had to admit, however, the end result was breathtaking.
Firstly, the whole hall turned to look at the people dressed in her creations. Secondly – Neuvillette looked at [Reader] as if she had hung stars in the sky. And that wasn’t a gaze she saw often.
– Then, thank you both. – A sincere smile appeared on [Reader]'s face.
– You must show it while dancing. – Chiori threw a meaningful glance at the judge.
But before Neuvillette could react, a new guest joined their group.
– Did someone mention dancing? Then I invite you to dance. – The newly arrived man extended his hand towards [Reader].
The woman hesitated. She had quietly hoped to have her first dance with someone else but refusal in this situation would be rude – especially since she had agreed to play a part of the hostess for the evening.
In the end, she accepted Count Soleil’s invitation and headed to the center of the dance floor, sending Neuvillette one last glance. He watched her.
– She won’t wait forever – Chiori remarked as her true, direct nature came to the surface.
– She won’t have to – Neuvillette replied with calm determination.
He then invited the wealthy countess to dance. Chiori wasn’t here for the dancing but she could endure this one. For the greater good.
They slowly moved across the ballroom, trying to get closer to [Reader] and her partner. Chiori had to admit, watching the interactions between the young detective and the judge was quite amusing.
Meanwhile, [Reader] was circling the dance floor with Count Soleil, who held her at the waist. She didn’t know him well; she could only say she recognized him. His picture had flashed before her a few times when she reviewed the guest list and their roles. She hadn’t memorized them. According to Clorinde, it was enough to know who was who.
Count Soleil, unlike the character played by Chiori, was genuinely wealthy. [Reader] had heard he owned an apartment in one of the most luxurious districts of Fontaine. How he made his fortune? She had no idea. However, his manners and way of speaking gave off an air of superiority.
– …excellent caviar but of course…
His words blurred somewhere between the lines. Maybe it would be easier for her to focus on the conversation if Count Soleil hadn’t been constantly stepping on her feet. She looked at his large shoes and concluded that he wasn’t a very good dancer.
That’s why Neuvillette was such a blessing. Even standing across the room, he didn’t take his eyes off her. And when the song finally came to an end, he was the first to invite her to the next dance; she greeted him with immense relief.
What a different experience this was! Neuvillette seemed to fulfill her dream – he looked like a fairy tale prince. She felt that this evening belonged to her.
She allowed herself to weave a story. It was hard not to when Neuvillette spun her around to the music and the world turned into a cascade of light from crystal chandeliers. Through the noise of conversations, the clinking of glasses and the tapping of slippers stood out.
[Reader] took step by step, gliding among the tulle expanses and the deep blue hues. The melody played by the quartet slowed. Neuvillette squeezed her hand a little tighter. She allowed her waist to come closer to him. She also dared to tilt her head up. The judge sent her a soft smile, as if they were sharing an unspoken secret. He radiated calm, yet made the butterflies in her stomach flutter.
Suddenly, his violet eyes lingered on her lips a fraction of a second longer than they should have. The distance between them dangerously diminished. [Reader] felt the scent of sea breeze. Surprised, she blinked several times, and then, when the strings touched the notes one last time, she saw disappointment on his familiar face.
With regret, she slipped out of his warm, strong arms.
That’s when she spotted Navia, standing near one of the tables. The blonde woman waved energetically at her. The queen of social gossip had clearly immersed herself in her role. [Reader] had no choice but to head towards her. However, she was glad when Neuvillette offered her his arm.
The elegant table was decorated with draped fabric that flowed lightly over mahogany wood. On it, a pile of delicacies towered, and in the center stood a chocolate fountain – with a hint of sea salt flavour, in line with the event's theme.
Between the culinary frenzy and the dancing, waiters circulated with glasses of champagne and wine; the guests standing next to Navia reached for the red drink.
– Baron Étoile and Countess Luna – Navia introduced them.
Her outfit resembled a ship. The brown fabric looked like wooden planking, and the golden embellishments, focused in the center, suggested a hidden interior. For the woman, like a ship in its hold, carried secrets – hidden from unwanted guests.
– A pleasure to meet you – Neuvillette remarked.
– How do you find the party? – [Reader] winked conspiratorially.
– Oh, to be honest, I haven’t focused on the entertainment so far – the tall woman replied, glancing at her companion. – But of course, we are both waiting for the murd... umm...
– For the surprise – Étoile smoothly corrected her.
The main theme of the party, aside from the treacherous ocean waters, was supposed to be a murder. Clorinde initially feared it might be too dramatic of a season opener but Lady Furina had given her no choice. She considered the idea absolutely, divinely tragic and believed the guests would eagerly throw themselves into the investigation, especially when they themselves became participants and witnesses. A theatrical move – in Lady Furina’s opinion. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better one, so she spared no expense on the organization.
– You absolutely must join the dance floor – Neuvillette remarked, addressing the woman dressed in a moon-white gown.
– I beg your pardon but I already have a partner – Lady Luna replied shyly, concealing her face behind a fan.
– Of course – he nodded, wanting to show that he meant something else. – I, too, have a partner for the evening. The only one I wish to dance with – he added, glancing at [Reader].
The young detective smiled at him but suddenly her attention was caught by one of the guests. She hadn’t expected to see Count Soleil so soon but the man skillfully pushed his way through the crowd – only to whisper a few words and take the countess away from before their eyes. Brown locks disappeared in a flurry. Despite earlier assurances of her one, ideal dancer, Lady Luna didn’t even look back.
Meanwhile, the baron stared at her in horror. Once she was out of their sight, he nervously adjusted his suit.
– Trouble in paradise? – Navia remarked, glancing meaningfully over her glass.
– I beg your pardon – Étoile said, rushing towards the dancing pairs.
– They are in love but he doesn’t have enough wealth. – Navia looked longingly towards the dance floor. – Romantic and tragic at the same time but how very life-like, don’t you think?
– What exactly are you suggesting, master of gossip? – [Reader] asked, coming to the conclusion that, despite the theatrical backdrop, she was indeed intrigued by the story of the two.
– Luna currently holds her title only for the sake of our game but it doesn’t stray far from her family’s desires. Some years ago, her father made a fortune in foreign trade. Naturally, the tight-knit aristocratic circle, steeped in luxury, had no intention of inviting this nouveau riche into their ranks. Luna’s father put in considerable effort to ensure that the doors to mansions and palaces would open to him. To complete his success, all he needed was a noble title. He tried to buy it through various means, though of course, you didn’t hear this from me. – Navia smiled conspiratorially. – However, he didn’t succeed. Ultimately, he concluded that the only path to it was marriage. Divorce wasn’t an option, as his wife is in good health, and besides, in certain circles, he would surely be condemned for that. So he had one last hope – his only daughter. Over the years, he prepared her to enter the highest salons through an arranged marriage. The perfect, flawless wife with boundless fortune – ideal for a wealthy man who possesses what Luna’s father could never acquire: noble blood.
Sympathy appeared on [Reader]’s face.
– And what about Étoile?
– He works as a clerk in the Palais Mermonia. I’ve never heard any complaints about him from his superiors. However, I suspect that for a family striving to reach the highest echelons, a man without fortune, a brilliant career or a noble title doesn’t make a good match – Neuvillette replied. The wine in his glass swirled as he took a sip.
Navia placed a tartlet on her plate, then bit into the flaky pastry.
– I heard they met when he gave her private law lessons.
– How tragic. They love each other but they can’t be together. All because of family. – This whole story reminded [Reader] of one of the romantic novels Lady Furina once staged. – Romantic, yet so sad…
Her sympathy must have become visible, for she felt a warm, soothing touch on her hand; Neuvillette’s fingers – cold, yet so gentle – rested on her skin, lingering there for a moment as brief as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.
– Everyone seems to be scattered – Clorinde’s voice cut through the atmosphere like the edge of a blade. She didn’t look pleased.
Her task was to ensure that all key points of the evening were properly ticked off. Her experience as the Game Master was unmatched throughout Fontaine. Therefore, dressed in a dark uniform – playing the role of a palace guard – she moved among the guests, checking if everything was proceeding according to plan.
– Lyney and Lynette are about to start their performance – Clorinde announced urgently. – Countess Navia should move closer to the crowd. May I escort you? – she offered, extending her arm.
The string quartet stopped playing, heading for their well-deserved break. The dancing couples slowly parted to create space for the magical performance of the twins. Many guests headed toward the tables. The break brought a subtle change in the atmosphere.
Neuvillette seemed as though he was about to say something but he was not given the chance. [Reader] didn’t notice the moment she lost her balance. She was unexpectedly shoved, and before she could understand what was happening, something cold and wet splashed over her.
– My deepest apologies – came Luna’s apologetic voice. Unaware of what she had done, the woman quickly moved away toward the stairs. Her heels clicked behind her, filling the room with a hollow echo.
[Reader] looked down, her heart freezing. On her beautiful, intricately chosen gown bloomed a stain. The dark red wine contrasted mercilessly against the blue fabric.
– Oh no – she groaned quietly.
The people around her glanced at the commotion. They looked for a moment at her misfortune, before quickly looking away, embarrassed by their ungraceful behaviour and pretending indifference. However, it was not their gazes that hurt the most but the fact that the evening of her dreams had been ruined. How was she supposed to play the role of the hostess now and stand in the spotlight, announcing the twins’ performance alongside Lady Furina?
Neuvillette regretted not bringing his jacket. The one he wore every day. At least he could have tried to cover the stain. He glanced once more critically at [Reader]’s gown. He had no other choice…
– Huh? – [Reader] didn’t immediately register that she had been lifted. – What is the Count doing? – She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck.
– Improvising – he whispered softly, carrying her in his arms. – The Countess will return soon… after a scandalous abduction – he finished uncertainly, glancing at the guests pretending not to care. From afar, he spotted Chiori’s approving gaze, Navia’s shocked face, Furina’s euphoric smile and Clorinde’s murderous expression.
The stain was carefully hidden between the folds of the material at [Reader]’s hem. She had no idea what to do with it now or what she should focus on but the gentle swaying and the familiar scent of the sea gave her a sense of security. Maybe for this one evening, she didn’t have to worry about anything? Neuvillette not only looked like a fairytale prince but practically was one, when determined to play his role, he swept her away from trouble.
After a while, she nestled into him, feeling his white hair tips brush against her face.
– What am I going to do now? I’ll be ruined in the eyes of the entire society – [Reader] joked.
– Hmmm… Let’s think about how to remedy this scandal… I think the most sensible thing would be a quick marriage – Neuvillette replied with a twinkle in his eye.
– An impertinent proposal! Is the Count suggesting that he would be a worthy candidate?
– In my eyes, no one is worthy of the Countess but I’d like to believe that I surpass the others.
– Oh, really? – [Reader] asked with a teasing tone. – Well… the Count is not far from the truth – she whispered, still nestled against his chest.
When Neuvillette gently set her down on the stone bench beneath the marble pavilion, it crossed her mind how much she regretted how short that moment had felt. The night was pleasantly warm. The sweet scent of flowers hung in the air and the white-blue petals occasionally drifted just behind Neuvillette, who knelt before her puffy gown. With the help of hydro, he cleaned the stain; tiny water molecules climbed up the decorative fabric, gathering the red wine. His power gently brightened the surrounding darkness, giving it an unusual appearance.
The judge lifted his head and met [Reader]’s gaze full of admiration. He had no doubt that the blush on her cheeks was his doing. If any doubts had lingered about the mutuality of her feelings, they were dispelled at that moment. He gently tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. [Reader] caught his hand, which had frozen on her cheek.
It was to this woman that Neuvillette had given his heart. A dragon’s heart, which had fallen slowly, but faithfully. He gathered his thoughts. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He opened his mouth but the silence was cut through by a horrifying scream, which interrupted their intimate moment with cruel mercilessness. Neuvillette and [Reader] froze for a moment.
– We should check this out. It’s better not to disrupt the game with further improvisation – [Reader] said, convinced that the scream was part of the script devised by Clorinde and Furina.
Neuvillette accepted this argument and nodded, offering her his arm.
– Let’s go then. It seems to me the scream came from the garden.
[Reader] adjusted her gown one last time before leaning on the strong arm of her companion, more out of a need of the heart than an actual necessity.
Without further delay, they left their secluded corner, heading for the exit to the terrace as suggested by Neuvillette. The air around them seemed palpably tense but this time not because of suppressed emotions but because of the circumstances they found themselves in.
Murder. That was the true motive behind the party. It was no secret to any of the invited guests, yet [Reader] felt an inner, difficult-to-rationalize unease. The scream they had heard sounded particularly realistic. So much so that she still got chills on her back at the mere thought of it.
But perhaps she was overthinking it? The role of the crime victim could have been given to someone from Lady Furina’s theater troupe and such a person wouldn’t find it difficult to authentically perform a scene like that, right?
Yes, surely that was it – she reassured herself, involuntarily squeezing Neuvillette’s arm. He caught her gaze and smiled slightly, as if assuring her she wasn’t alone in all of this. She didn’t know how he did it but in every situation, he could calm her nerves with even the smallest gesture. She wanted to believe that she affected him in a similar way.
When they finally reached the hall, they noticed that the garden doors were wide open. They stepped outside, meeting the moonlight that had managed to break through the granite clouds for a moment. The surroundings, which [Reader] would have previously described as cozy, now filled her with unease. The harmony and peace that the lush animal-shaped bushes and beautiful, colourful flowers had brought were now subdued by an ominous silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves.
Suddenly, she shifted her gaze to a spot more gently illuminated by the pale moonlight, where beneath the great oak tree lay Count Soleil. Motionless, with closed eyes and not even the slightest twitch at any sound.
Here it was — the awaited murder.
Though they weren’t the first to find the body…
– Ah, monsieur Neuvillette and mademoiselle [Reader]! Please see what I’ve found!
Albert was pacing near the motionless body of Count Soleil, gesturing energetically. [Reader] had never seen her colleague from Palais Mermonia so excited, even when she had bought him his dream tea set. At least that was how she had wanted to repay him for recommending her to monsieur Neuvillette two years ago. The memories were still vivid, though they had passed since then, yet [Reader] didn’t let them resurface behind her eyelids. After all, they were at the crime scene, involved in a game they should treat seriously.
– A very tragic discovery – Neuvillette replied in a tone perfectly familiar to the citizens of Fontaine, quite different from the soft voice [Reader] had heard whenever they were alone in a room. – You will undoubtedly be an important witness in this case.
– Exactly! Isn’t it exciting? I didn’t think my role would be so important!
– You will certainly provide many key pieces of information. I’m afraid, however, that you will also be the first suspect in this matter.
– What? – Albert stopped mid-third round around the body. – No, it wasn’t me. I swear!
As Albert tried to explain, more guests started arriving in the garden. [Reader] observed the faces of the gathered, carefully noting how each person reacted to the discovered body. In the game, she might have gotten the role of a simple countess but in real life, she worked as an Arpenteur des Crimes, and looking for clues was second nature to her. She immediately noticed Furina’s flushed face, Navia’s pensive expression and Clorinde’s furrowed brow, but it was the latter’s reaction that gave [Reader] the most significant clue, almost confirming her own suspicions.
The prolonged silence was as thick as the fog enveloping the garden until Neuvillette’s voice – firm yet full of care – interrupted the growing unease:
– Before we begin questioning, I suggest we move inside. The more people on the crime scene, the greater the chance that some evidence will be destroyed or overlooked. I will personally examine everything and share my observations with you in the hall, if you have no objections.
A quiet murmur of approval passed through the crowd; no one was keen to stay out in the cold or argue with the judge, who was considered a symbol of justice even during a game.
As the rest of the guests returned inside, [Reader] stayed by Neuvillette’s side. They hadn’t agreed on this. They didn’t need to. It was as natural as the stars accompanying the moon at night.
– You noticed it too, didn’t you? – She gathered the material of her voluminous skirt to kneel beside him on the grass. This time, she didn’t care if any stains appeared on the blue fabric, as they were dealing with something far more serious than an innocent murder mystery game. – This is a real corpse.
– Unfortunately… The scream we heard was probably the last sound he made.
They both looked up. The balcony with its intricately decorated railing was empty but they didn’t doubt for a second that it was from there that Count Soleil had fallen.
[Reader] glanced once more at the aristocrat’s body. His stillness contrasted with the violent scream and almost intrusive mannerisms from earlier. Yet no one deserved to become the true victim of a game that was supposed to relax them after the recent crisis and the tragic fate of their Hydro Archon.
– Do you think it was an accident?
Neuvillette’s voice snapped [Reader] out of her thoughts. She cast one last glance at the body before standing up, brushing the grass off her dress.
– If it was, you wouldn’t have arranged it so we’d be left alone in the garden – she replied, unable to stop herself from giving a slight smile. – Though I do think it was an accident. I doubt anyone would have planned such a clumsy murder.
– So we agree on both points. Fortunately, we managed to prevent the guests from getting too close to the body. They didn’t trample the evidence, though it’s obvious that the smaller tracks belong to Albert: they are fresh and distinct. The larger ones lead to the door beneath the balcony.
[Reader] nodded. That was the first detail she had noticed.
– Did the count have anything in his pockets?
– Only the party brochure from Lady Furina and a leather wallet.
– And his left hand? It looks like he’s holding something.
Neuvillette frowned slightly. He leaned over the body again and opened the count’s clenched fist, in which something white was clenched.
– It’s a piece of torn fabric. It looks like silk.
– Maybe Chiori can tell us more about this – [Reader] suggested.
They discussed the rest of the potential clues but none were solid enough to point to the culprit. They then decided how much of the information they would share with the others before returning to the ballroom. Every moment of delay posed a risk that one of the guests might become suspicious. They couldn't risk a panic breaking out, as it would reduce the chances of catching the real murderer.
– Let’s establish a few facts – Neuvillette began once he finished presenting the information they had gathered in the garden. – Surely each of us has seen something that could shed new light on this tragedy. I’ll speak to each of you individually in a private room, so please, don’t hesitate to share your observations.
Naturally, Albert was the first to be questioned. With a slight tremor in his voice, he still tried to explain his presence near the body:
– I swear, I have nothing to hide, monsieur Neuvillette. I’m a terrible liar, you know that. I wouldn’t want us to lose this game because of me.
– Nothing like that will happen if we look at the whole… game carefully – Neuvillette agreed.
[Reader] sat beside him, shifting her gaze from one man to the other. She had no doubt about Albert’s innocence and could say the same about her companion. Even if they didn’t know Albert personally, their experience would not suggest that the culprit would remain at the scene of an unplanned crime.
– Tell us everything you saw or heard – she asked, noticing that Albert seemed to relax a bit when he focused on her.
– Honestly, there’s not much… I was standing near the garden entrance. I wanted to get some fresh air and clear my mind before the show began. Now that I think about it… I think I heard an argument. I’m not sure… The music was quite loud, but that’s when I heard the scream. Did you hear it too? It was short but sharp. Count Soleil played his part perfectly. It sounded so real that you might believe he really fell from the balcony.
– Did you notice anything else? Anything that caught your attention when you entered the garden?
– No, I don’t think so… I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have thought it was murder if it hadn’t been for the theme of the party. Count Soleil was completely still the entire time. I didn’t know if I was allowed to touch him… I thought about it and then I saw you. That’s all.
– Thank you, Albert.
Once the man left, [Reader] leaned back and rested on the cushions, trying to sort her thoughts. Although Albert’s testimony shed new light on the mysterious incident in the garden, the picture of the murder remained unclear.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely noticed when Neuvillette extended his hand, gently touching her shoulder.
– Don’t worry. Together, we’ll find the culprit – he whispered.
[Reader] looked at him, and the corners of her lips lifted involuntarily. She wasn’t afraid that the mystery would be too difficult to solve; she had dealt with worse cases in her career. The real reason for her concern was having to question colleagues and friends, whose innocence she didn’t want to undermine, which conflicted with the nature of her job. She greatly appreciated Neuvillette’s support, without which she would feel much worse about the situation.
The next person to be questioned was Clorinde, whose face, though composed, betrayed some unease. She sat on the sofa opposite [Reader] and Neuvillette, where the soft light of the lamp illuminated the lines of her furrowed brows.
– Is something wrong, Clorinde? – [Reader] began politely. – Is the game not going according to plan?
– You don’t have to pretend with me. I’m the game master, and I know who was supposed to play the role of the murdered guest: it wasn’t Count Soleil, and it shouldn’t have happened in the garden. We’re dealing with a real murder. I understand your intentions but I’m still not entirely convinced that withholding the truth is a good decision.
Neuvillette and [Reader] exchanged a knowing look. For a brief moment, there was silence in the room until Neuvillette moved slowly, clasping his hands on his lap.
– We haven’t tried to hide the truth. We simply don’t want to cause panic among the guests.
– Or scare off the culprit before we gather enough evidence – [Reader] added.
Clorinde fixed them with a sharp gaze, as if evaluating whether they were truly being reasonable or hiding desperation. [Reader] knew her too well not to notice the tension in her posture.
– Of course, that’s understandable – Clorinde finally replied, relaxing slightly. – I’ll help you.
– Thank you. Can you start by telling us who was actually supposed to be the victim and who the murderer was?
– The murderer was supposed to be Lady Furina, and the victim was Ginette – the actress from the theater troupe. Lady Furina asked me to assign them those roles before I started designing the structure of the game, so they also need to know that something went wrong. Especially since the murder was supposed to take place in the library. Count Soleil was just another guest.
The case was beginning to take on an even darker tone. [Reader] felt an uncomfortable chill creeping from her neck to the base of her spine. Someone among them had committed a real murder, fully aware that everyone would assume it was part of the game. Still, she leaned toward the assumption that the crime in the garden hadn’t been planned. Too many clues pointed to that.
She glanced discreetly at Neuvillette, who had slightly reclined on the couch. The light from the lamp danced in his violet eyes as he pondered the new information.
– Someone must have been with him on the balcony – he said at last, his piercing and clear amethyst eyes returning to Clorinde. – Were you in the library before the scream? Did you start your plan according to the game?
– No, we didn’t manage to. I was there, waiting for the first signal but before I heard it, the scream reached us. So, I didn’t have a chance to see anything, just like Lady Furina and Ginette.
– That means the murderer took advantage of the moment just before the game started. Everyone was busy waiting for the first event and didn’t pay attention to something that looked like part of the performance.
– If the murderer had been with us from the start, they had to act quickly and precisely. Which means they not only had a motive but also a plan.
– Or they improvised – [Reader] interrupted, reaching for the glass of wine that was next to her. However, she didn’t drink it; she only swirled the liquid in the glass, contemplating the scent of the alcohol that clung to the Count. – The crime scene is messy and full of traces. The culprit is either very confident or killed in a fit of rage. Personally, I lean more toward the second option… But it’s all a matter of time. Chiori might help us clarify a few things. Will you invite her to join us?
Clorinde nodded, and soon after, Chiori arrived in the study. She gave a delicate nod and sat opposite Neuvillette and [Reader]. She fixed her dark eyes on them, immediately cutting off any unnecessary explanations.
– You don’t need to explain everything to me. If I understand correctly, there’s been a murder. A real murder. However, I must warn you that I didn’t see much and I heard the scream while I was in the bathroom.
– We called you for a different reason than to give testimony – Neuvillette quickly replied, adjusting to Chiori’s specific tone. – The Count was holding a piece of fabric in his hand. Clearly belonging to someone else but we can’t say much more. Maybe you can shed some light on this part of the mystery?
Chiori reached for the fabric. [Reader] hastily passed it to her, deeply convinced that the seamstress would provide them with crucial information. Her body was tense as she watched Chiori’s careful inspection, who examined the fabric from all sides, checking its colour under the light and feeling the smoothness of the silk between her fingers.
– I recognize this fabric – she finally announced, sparking the first spark under the pile of the culprit. – The last time I used it was two weeks ago. I remember perfectly because I made a matching set for a couple. The same as for you.
– Could you check the register for whom the set was made? – Neuvillette asked.
– I could but it won’t be necessary. I remember perfectly who I made that set for. The suit is on the corpse in the garden and the dress was for his fiancée – Luna de La Rocque.
– That… is an unexpected turn of events. It looks like Lady Luna was a witness to the murder or even the murderer herself.
– I don’t think so. The fabric is torn – [Reader] interrupted, pointing to the piece of white fabric that Chiori was holding. – If Lady Luna was the one who pushed the Count off the balcony, she should have fallen with him. It’s quite unlikely that a woman of such a delicate frame could have escaped from the grasp of a fully capable man. Not to mention that there were traces of men’s shoes leading from the body to the balcony. Lady Luna was certainly a witness to the crime but I suspect that this mysterious man is the real culprit.
– Then let us call Lady Luna for questioning. We know enough to present the evidence and convince her to testify.
Neuvillette fixed his gaze on [Reader], as if waiting for her confirmation. When she nodded, he escorted Chiori and asked Clorinde, who was standing by the door, to bring Lady Luna. Just like before the duels, Clorinde did not hesitate to follow the judge’s order: unwavering, swift, and confident in every action. After just a few breaths, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps, followed by the clink of the doorknob.
Lady Luna entered slowly, with the expression of someone walking to the guillotine. Her long, white gown fluttered with each step but it didn’t escape [Reader]’s notice that the fabric was somewhat wrinkled. Had the woman not had time to fix it, or perhaps, amidst the overwhelming emotions, she hadn’t even noticed? But what caused the most confusion was the men’s jacket that covered the upper part of Lady Luna’s dress.
The late Count Soleil’s attire had no missing elements, so whose jacket was Lady Luna wearing?
– You called for me – she said in a quiet, barely audible voice.
[Reader] noticed the tension in the aristocrat's muscles and the trembling of her hands, which instinctively stirred a thread of sympathy within her. Remembering the story Navia had told her, she couldn’t ignore the obvious motives and the final explanation of the case.
– Thank you for coming, Lady Luna – Neuvillette began in a calm tone as the woman sat in the same place as all the previously questioned individuals. – We would like to discuss the events of that night.
Lady Luna’s gaze briefly scanned the table where a scrap of fabric lay, then met [Reader]'s eyes. The young detective tried to show compassion and offer Luna comfort but at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the flash of panic, perhaps even fear, she noticed in her hazel eyes before she quickly turned her gaze away.
– Of course – she replied softly. – If I can help in any way…
Neuvillette leaned slightly forward, his voice calm and matter-of-fact, offering no reason to assume he was accusing the woman of anything. With respect and grace, he gave her the space to freely answer.
– Let’s start with your fiancé. When was the last time you saw him?
– In the garden, monsieur. That’s when it became clear he was playing the role of the victim.
– I meant, when did you last see him alive? Was it not when he tore a piece of your dress?
Luna raised her eyes, her slender fingers tightening around her knees.
– What are you talking about, monsieur?
– We found it in your fiancé’s hand – [Reader] spoke, carefully observing the woman’s reaction to the snow-white fabric in her hand. – Lady Chiori confirmed that it belongs to you.
– That’s impossible. Count Soleil… I mean… my fiancé had no reason to attack me.
– Really? – Neuvillette rested his hands on the table. – Lady Luna, we know you were on the balcony with the Count that night. We know he didn’t fall by himself.
Luna flinched as though slapped. Her breath quickened, her pupils slightly dilated.
After a brief moment of shock, she shook her head.
– I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t hurt him.
– But someone you know did, didn’t they? – [Reader] asked.
Lady Luna froze. Tears began to gather in her eyes. She trembled as if struck by the sudden thought that everything was over and turned her gaze away, clenching her hands into fists.
– It was an accident…
– Tell us everything – [Reader] gently urged.
Luna took a shaky breath. When she looked at them, her eyes – shiny with tears– were filled with pain.
– My fiancé… Count Soleil… he wasn’t a good man – she began quietly. – I agreed to the marriage but under duress. I had no real choice. My family has debts. Very, very large debts… Count Soleil was aware of our situation and was willing to take me without a dowry if we married this month. But I never loved him and frankly, I never even tried to love him. I already had a lover but unfortunately, not as wealthy as the Count, so my parents didn’t allow us to be together. And Ètoile… this may sound naïve, like I’ve read too many books but I feel that he is the love of my life. We have been in love with each other for years. That feeling is too strong for it to be overshadowed by common sense. I knew what my family expected from me and what the situation with the Count was, and yet I couldn’t stop meeting with Ètoile. I realized that if the Count found out, he would take revenge on Ètoile. But it’s like expecting us to stop breathing. You can cover your mouth but sooner or later your lungs will start burning and screaming for the next breath.
A brief silence followed as Luna, overwhelmed by her own confession, fixed her gaze on the table. Her hands began to nervously clutch the edge of her gown.
[Reader] paused for a moment. Luna and Ètoile’s dramatic story sounded like a love between stars, shining toward each other from a distance but unable to meet. Full of sympathy, she leaned toward Luna and took her trembling hands in hers, smiling gently. Comforted by this gesture, the woman continued her dramatic tale.
– After the last dance, Count Soleil found me on the balcony. He was… furious. He said he saw us. He knew about Ètoile. That if I ever looked at him that way again, he would destroy him. – Crystal-clear tears streamed down her pale cheeks. – Then he started grabbed me. I couldn’t break free; his fingers dug into my arm… it hurt so much… I begged him to stop but he just laughed. And then Ètoile saw it… I don’t know where he came from. Maybe he was looking for me, maybe he sensed something… but suddenly, he was just there, by my side. Just like always… He grabbed the Count and yelled at him to let me go but Soleil wouldn’t listen. He told him not to interfere. He said no one would dare oppose him, that Ètoile had no power and then… Ètoile pushed him. He didn’t want to kill him, I swear! He just tried to free me! But he shoved him too hard and Soleil staggered… he tried to grab onto something but the force was too much and… he fell. We didn’t plan this – Luna sobbed, rubbing her tear-streaked face with her hands, as if wanting to erase the memory from her mind. – It wasn’t supposed to end this way…
Luna’s words hung heavily in the air: they carried grief, despair, and the echo of a love that had no right to survive in a world full of obligations and conventions, yet somehow managed to sprout and bloom. But fate still tried to destroy it, separating them by sentencing Ètoile to murder and banishing him to the Fortress of Meropide. Everyone in the room knew this but they collectively stayed silent, listening only to Luna’s broken breaths.
Finally, Neuvillette’s deep sigh broke the silence.
– Thank you, Lady Luna – he said in a serious tone, offering her a comforting smile. – It’s impossible not to notice the pain that torments you, and I assure you, I will not underestimate the significance of this tragedy. Love, especially the kind that has to fight against fate, is both the strongest and most fragile. I understand how great a blow this is for you. However, duty forces me to remind you that truth and justice cannot be overlooked, no matter how great the suffering of those affected. We must conduct a full investigation and judge Monsieur Ètoile according to the law. I will, however, do everything in my power to ensure that such a tragedy never happens again.
Luna lifted her tear-filled eyes to Neuvillette. Her gaze expressed something between hope and resignation. She sighed quietly and lowered her gaze.
– I understand… – she whispered after a moment. Every subsequent word seemed like she was battling within her heart: – I know you must remain impartial, Monsieur Neuvillette, and that justice cannot be swayed by emotions. But… – she trembled, taking a broken breath – if love truly means nothing in the face of the law, then what is our humanity worth?
Silence once again filled the room. Neuvillette remained quiet for a long moment, but [Reader] noticed his gaze soften, as though Lady Luna’s question had affected him more deeply than he wanted to admit.
– Sometimes I wonder about that too… – he replied softly, looking toward the tall window, behind which dark clouds were gathering. – Where does the law end and the heart begin? Can human feelings be weighed on the scale of justice without falsifying its weight? I would like to believe that these matters do not have to be mutually exclusive. – He turned back to look at the tear-streaked face of the woman. – I understand your pain, Lady Luna, and although I cannot change the verdict, I can assure you that your story will not be reduced to a single line in the court records.
The judge’s words left behind a dramatic weight that was difficult to bear. Only the crackling of the flames in the fireplace brought the gathered back to reality.
Neuvillette adjusted his cuffs and slowly nodded, as if he himself needed to confirm what he had just said. He stood up to finally inform the guests of the true course of events that night and call for the guards.
Meanwhile, Clorinde brought Ètoile into the room. As soon as the man saw his tearful lover, he rushed to her, gently cupping her face and kissing her forehead. Luna grabbed his sleeve, pressing her cheek against his hand – tears still trembling on her lashes.
[Reader] turned her gaze away. Explanations were unnecessary, given how clearly the situation was laid out, and – to her own surprise – she began to regret having contributed to the suffering of the two lovers. In her career, she had seen many human dramas, some more or less unjust, and she tried not to undermine the validity of the law too much. After all, everyone should face the consequences of their actions and be treated as anyone of a different status or gender would be. She also knew what Neuvillette would say if he heard her concerns and she would certainly agree with him but…
She still felt that this wasn’t right.
Count Ètoile was only defending his beloved. The death of Count Soleil was the result of an unfortunate accident. He didn’t deserve to die but [Reader] couldn’t sympathize with him, given that he had acted like a complete scoundrel and even after death, made others’ lives miserable.
Everyone knew that Ètoile – at best – would be sentenced to several years in the Fortress of Meropide and during that time, Luna would be forced to marry another corrupted aristocrat.
Was this really how justice should look?
[Reader] pondered this intensely. Even if she stood up for the pair during the trial, would anyone believe that a penniless nobleman defended his beloved? The Count’s influential allies could show Luna’s family debts, the marriage contract, and present Ètoile’s motives as execution of a rival. Then, not just one life would be ruined…
Crushed by guilt, [Reader] couldn’t bear this knowledge. Especially since the fate of the pair would be sealed with the return of the man she herself loved above all.
– Lady Luna, Monsieur Ètoile – she spoke hastily before reason could stop her. – Please listen to me very carefully…
[Reader] took a deep breath as the boat carrying the couple, chased by the shadow of wickedness and justice, managed to pull away from the shore. She had sent them off safely; the rest was in the hands of fate. However, she hoped deeply that they would reach Liyue before the storm began.
It was only after the first wave of emotions had settled – or rather, after the sound of the opening door – that it dawned on her that the hardest task remained. Although she felt fully justified, she doubted whether Neuvillette would share her perspective…
What was worse, however, was the fact that she had devised the entire escape plan and no one could relieve her of the responsibility of delivering this news to the judge.
– The guards are already here but… where is mademoiselle Luna and monsieur Ètoile?
[Reader]'s heart clenched at the sight of the faint furrow on his forehead. He suspected nothing. He trusted her so deeply that it never occurred to him that she might betray him.
[Reader] took a deep breath and turned away from the window. There was no turning back.
– They're gone – she confessed. – I helped them escape.
Neuvillette didn’t answer immediately. The silence that followed was thicker than the fog over Fontaine. The air seemed to stiffen, as if it, too, feared to move in the face of the judge's silence.
– I understand – he finally replied, though his tone gave no hint of emotion.
It was even worse than the yelling and condemnation she had expected. She would have preferred an outburst of emotion rather than this indifference.
Who would have thought that her wish would come true so quickly…
– As I understand it, you decided to administer your own justice.
[Reader] shuddered under his gaze, which had suddenly turned cold and turbulent like the ocean in a storm. She clenched her fists, feeling the weight of her decision pressing against her chest. Still, she didn’t look away.
– I know it wasn't right. I know I betrayed your trust but I swear, this was an exception. The law should protect the weak, and in this case, it would bring misfortune to people who have already suffered enough.
Neuvillette turned and took a few steps, as if he needed physical distance to prevent himself from saying something he might later regret.
– You don't understand what you've done. – His voice carried a severity she had never heard before. – It's not just about the law, [Reader]. It's about trust. About the fact that you acted behind my back instead of talking to me about it.
– It wasn't personal. I would never stand against you…
Neuvillette turned on his heel, his mask finally cracking. Something flashed in his eyes. Something on the edge of anger and sadness.
– Yet you did. – This time, she didn't try to deny it. – You know you'll be treated as an accomplice?
– I know.
– Then you also know that I'll bring them to trial.
– I expect nothing less from you, Neuvillette.
Neuvillette shook his head, as if battling with himself. For a moment, [Reader] thought he would leave. That he would turn away and leave her alone. That he would sever the bond between them.
Instead, he sighed heavily and then stepped closer. He gently touched her hand – just for a moment, as if that single gesture was meant to convey more than words.
– Sometimes, you're like justice. When I think I understand you perfectly, you prove me wrong.
– Does this mean… you're not angry with me?
Neuvillette gave a slight smile, though there was still a shadow of sadness in his eyes.
– Rather disappointed – he admitted. – I wish you hadn’t been afraid to tell me your feelings. This secretive action wasn’t necessary but I understand why you did it. And although I don’t agree with your decision, it doesn’t change my feelings for you.
A gentle flush spread across [Reader]'s cheeks. Neuvillette’s words echoed in her ears.
As the first rays of the morning sun began to slip through the tall windows, the shadows of the night gave way to a warm, golden glow. [Reader] and Neuvillette stood close to each other in silence, a silence that needed no further words, even though the weight of the decisions they had made still hung in the air.
There was no full understanding between them. Neuvillette had made it clear: he wasn’t going to ignore the law. He planned to bring Luna and Ètoile back to Fontaine to stand trial. Still, [Reader] didn’t feel anger.
She could disagree with him. She could feel a touch of regret in her heart but ultimately, looking at his calm face, she didn’t see a harsh executioner, but someone who truly believed in justice. Someone who carried the weight of the law not because he was blindly devoted to it, but because he trusted that it was the only thing that could save Fontaine from chaos.
She knew that even if their paths diverged in this moment and their hearts beat to a different rhythm, she still loved him.
Fate had tested them and subjected their feelings to the hardest trial imaginable but [Reader] did not regret her decision, just as Neuvillette did not regret his. She didn’t know where this night would lead them. She didn’t know if they would ever find a shared definition of justice.
But she knew that whatever happened, that love would always remain in her.
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Other headcanons from this series can be found here. This part contains: Lilia Vanrouge, Cater Diamond and Kalim Al-Asim.
Lilia Vanrouge
• His signature trait is a scream with a capital "S." He has gathered a massive following of metal and rock fans. You could say he has attracted enough to form a mini fandom within the entire band.
• You stand up for him with the producers every time he wants to add another heavy track to the new album. He finds it incredibly amusing to drop these kinds of ideas on you without warning. Not too long ago, he brought it up in front of the board, watching your reaction with great interest. His long, drawn-out laughter always follows.
• Lilia loves pulling pranks on set while filming music videos. He also has an uncanny ability to jump out unexpectedly and scare people. You worry that one day you might actually have a heart attack.
• His symbol is a bat. It’s not only on his guitar but he also released a series of black plush toys that everyone adores and buys in droves.
• Lilia hates bright sunlight and early wake-ups. Sometimes, you have to obsessively call him just to get him up for rehearsals — especially when he’s stayed up late playing games, which he often streams for his fans.
• He once participated in a cooking show for publicity, saying it might be fun. He completely burned what he had in the pan and got eliminated right at the start. Since then, you and the rest of the band have kept him away from the kitchen as much as possible.
Cater Diamond
• The most media-savvy member of the band. If you need content for social media, he’s the first person you ask. A quick photo? He’s taken three. A video? He has a compilation of funny bloopers. A post? He knows all the trending hashtags.
• His signature symbol is a diamond — the same one that shines on his cheek every day. It’s also featured on his merch, from hats and shirts to jewelry.
• He has a very interesting relationship with the fans. He often engages in conversations with them longer than he should. He also signs an excessive number of autographs. If you left him alone with a phone, he would never refuse a selfie.
• Cater struggles with his self-esteem. He never lets anyone see it but the entertainment industry weighs on him, even though he’s addicted to it. One day, you found him in tears, scrolling through hateful comments. He had hidden away after a long day of rehearsals in the back of the recording studio. You’ll never forget how tightly he held onto you, soaking your sweater and apologizing over and over. You knew that, even though he looked beautiful in your eyes, it might be hard for him to believe it himself, so you just sat there in silence.
• Cater sometimes plays quiet songs and sings them only for those closest to him — including you. That’s when he shows a sensitive side he usually keeps hidden. His songs reflect his emotions and his inner world.
• Since he always keeps up with the latest trends, he’s the easiest to work with when shooting music videos. He knows how to dress fashionably, apply makeup and often has plenty of helpful ideas.
Kalim Al-Asim
• The brightest sunshine of the band and its heart. He was the one who gathered his friends long ago and, for fun, pulled them into playing instruments. Joy has always been his priority. He treats working with the agency as a great adventure but he would leave in a heartbeat if his friends ever felt unhappy with fame. Whether it’s a garage behind the house or the bright lights of an international stage, it makes him just as happy.
• Drumming is his way of channeling the incredible energy inside him. He often changes its look, decorating it with stickers and swapping out his drumsticks.
• Kalim is quite innocent, which leads to many funny situations. Fans make a huge number of memes with him as the main character but he loves them and enjoys the laughter they bring.
• His innocence, unfortunately, also makes him vulnerable to danger. More than once, famous idols or paparazzi have tried to use him for scandals to boost their own publicity. Luckily, since you’ve been on guard, you catch on in time and swat them away like flies.
• Sometimes, he does things that cross professional boundaries but you don’t always have the heart to tell him. Especially when he’s so happy — hugging you or encouraging you to sing a few lines of a new song with him. Kalim always makes sure to mention you when it’s time to give thanks while accepting various awards.
• As the son of wealthy merchants, he has inherited their talent for clever negotiation. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s casually, yet diplomatically, negotiated higher rates for album sales or performances.
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This part contains: Idia Shroud, Floyd Leech and Kalim Al-Asim.
Idia Shroud • Grumpy x Sunshine
• When Idia met you for the first time, he felt like he had gone blind. It was a bit like staring straight into the sun. You reminded him of Kalim Al-Asim — everywhere at once, loud and not very respectful of personal space. You were like an MC in an anime. Always looking at things positively, facing every obstacle life threw at you with a smile.
• Idia wasn’t too keen on becoming friends with you. Besides, he usually only saw you through his tablet screen. If you were the sun, then he was the moon. He felt comfortable hiding away in his dorm with his gears and passions. It wasn’t until you saved him from his Overblot that he started seeing your persistence and openness in a different light. With a hint of envy, he realized how easily you made friends.
• Shroud never expected you to get everyone to play one of his favourite games. Sitting on the couch with a controller in his hand, he looked at you in disbelief. At that moment, watching your smile, he thought that maybe you weren’t blinding at all — just warm. And maybe… he wanted to bask in your light.
• He didn’t even notice how, after that incident, he slowly started following your lead. The real shock came when, one day, in his room, you admitted that you were utterly exhausted. Carrying the weight of all the responsibilities the headmaster had dumped on you had finally taken its toll. Without thinking much, Idia called Crowley a noob and a final boss in one. Then, he told you to do the same. This strange little ranting session somehow helped you let off some steam. Right after, Idia declared that you had the rest of the day off. If anyone came knocking, including the headmaster, Ortho would take care of it. Idia pulled out a stash of snacks and put on one of his favourite comfort series. Wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito, you could finally let your guard down — at least for a little while.
Floyd Leech • Kabedon
• Floyd doesn’t understand the concept of personal space. He’s always right next to you, squeezing his little shrimp to the brink of suffocation. By now, you’ve gotten used to it.
• So it was no surprise when one day, in the school library, he pulled a kabedon on you. The two of you stood behind one of the towering bookshelves. The librarian had seen him come in and was now searching for him with frantic determination, loudly calling out his name. He had quite a few overdue books piled up — not that he had actually read them...
• Floyd pressed a finger to your lips, effectively silencing the protests that were about to escape them. His broad shoulders blocked out your view and his hand landed right next to your head. The only thing you could see was his face, adorned with a mischievous grin. You wanted to wipe it off him but your heart was beating faster and faster. The distance between you kept shrinking and you could feel his quickened breath.
• Dust particles danced in the air. There was a faint scent of the sea lingering in your nostrils. Leech looked like he was having the time of his life as the librarian passed by, missing you both by mere inches. The moment she was gone, he stepped away as if nothing had happened, vanishing before you could even collect yourself. Almost unconsciously, you touched your warm cheeks, trying to shake yourself out of the trance.
Kalim Al-Asim • One Bed
• Kalim is a true altruist. The moment he heard about the renovations in your dorm, he immediately offered for you to stay in Scarabia. In his mind, this was the perfect excuse for a sleepover and a pajama party! He threw himself into preparations with boundless excitement.
• The evening was spent in an incredibly pleasant atmosphere. There were mountains of delicious food prepared by Jamil, which made Grim especially happy. You all played games late into the night, sprawled across soft cushions, while upbeat dance music played from the speakers — completely mismatched with your cozy outfits. Kalim eagerly encouraged everyone to dance, his infectious smile making it impossible to refuse.
• But when the excitement finally died down and you lay in the guest room assigned to you, you found that you couldn't sleep. Whether it was due to all the excitement or simply missing the familiar creaks of your own bed, you weren’t sure. But after tossing and turning for what felt like the hundredth time, counting sheep with no success, you decided to do something about it.
• Hesitantly, you knocked on Kalim’s door. The sight of his sleepy face immediately filled you with guilt. Just as you were about to apologize, he sleepily tugged your hand, listening to you patiently before suggesting that you stay with him instead. Had it not been so late, maybe you both would’ve cared that there was only one bed — but at that moment, it was the last thing on your minds.
• Kalim started telling you fairy tales from the Scalding Sands, weaving in softly hummed lullabies between his words. He fell asleep before you did, struggling to keep his eyes open but you were grateful nonetheless. He held your hand the entire night.
• When you woke up in the morning, your face was nestled against his chest and his arm was gently wrapped around your waist. You carefully slipped out of the room before Jamil could see you. You figured neither of you needed his scolding — and knowing him, there was no doubt it would have been inevitable…
The whole series can be found here. Part 1 is here. Bad Ending version.
Good ending
— Shigaraki is on his way! With a group of people! — Eri burst into the training grounds.
The enchanted objects froze. They had always known this day would come, yet they still weren’t prepared. They had hoped they would never have to lay eyes on the cruel man they had only heard about in stories. But now, their time was running out. As the snow melted, so did their hope. They lived from day to day, avoiding the temptation to count the weeks. April loomed before them like a grim executioner. They moved more slowly with each passing day, unable to keep up with the other palace residents.
Eri ran up to Mei, who was stubbornly tinkering with a prototype net. She wanted it to be able to fire and catch intruders. But it still wasn’t working — she tapped it impatiently, frustrated. She seemed lost in her own world. When the girl delivered the news, Mei wiped grease from her face and got back to work. She had to be extremely determined to fix what was broken. Maybe that was her way of helping her friends as best she could.
[Reader] lowered her silver sword. She wasn’t sure what she felt. Fear for her loved ones but also determination. She had made her decision long ago. She wasn’t going to back down. Not even if Katsuki disagreed.
Bakugō wasn’t doing well today. In fact, he hadn’t been for weeks, though he refused to admit it. He looked exhausted. Given his worsening condition, she didn’t want to agree to further training. But he had insisted that if she truly intended to stay, even after the thaw, she had to promise she would continue honing her skills under his watchful eye. So she spent her days swinging her sword. Eri would sometimes join them, just to watch. She couldn’t lift the heavy weapon but whenever her sister wasn’t paying attention, she would pester the beast to teach her how to handle a dagger. And with that knowledge, she had demanded to stay in the palace until the curse was broken. Despite everyone’s heated protests, she had been adamant and no one had been able to change her mind.
Katsuki had hoped to avoid exactly this situation. If only Shigaraki had arrived a little later, he wouldn’t have found [Reader] or Eri here. At most, he would have stumbled upon a few household objects and a wild, unconscious beast that wouldn’t have cared either way. But now, it seemed he would have to face the man who wanted him dead.
— You have to leave — he said, sheathing his golden sword in an old, battered scabbard.
— No way. We’ve already talked about this... Katsuki?! — The girl rushed forward as soon as she saw the beast start to sway.
She helped him lean against her but it wasn’t much use. He was far too heavy for her to support properly. She cast a worried glance toward the palace entrance. She had no choice but to drag the protesting king to the greenhouse. Everyone except Mei followed them.
The blue rose was in a dreadful state. The last bloom withered before their eyes. Each petal seemed to fall faster than the last. [Reader] remembered how magnificent the bush had looked when she first arrived. Now it was nothing, and, worse, it didn’t seem to be helping Bakugō at all.
The beast collapsed heavily beside it. His breathing became ragged. His eyes were clouded. A roar escaped his throat. The girl was certain that Shigaraki would be here in an instant because of it — and, unfortunately, she was right. Her former fiancé had brought a sizable crowd.
Strangely, they weren’t all mercenaries. At least not as many as she had expected. The vast majority were local farmers and townsfolk. There were also a few richly dressed noblemen but not many. Most of them were likely waiting for the situation to unfold before openly supporting the man.
[Reader] drew her sword. She allowed herself a quick glance at Katsuki. He was standing, though unsteadily. Behind him were Eri, gripping her dagger and the enchanted objects.
— Behold the beast! — Shigaraki called out calmly, drawing a black blade.
The crowd hesitated to move. Besides, the greenhouse wasn’t large enough for them all to attack at once. Despite their numbers, they were wary. No one wanted to be the first to fall to the monster.
From the group emerged Kurogiri. His black cloak billowed ominously. His eyes burned with murderous intent. He must have craved revenge deeply, for his knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on his weapon. He lunged at the girl. Though she was prepared, Bakugō was faster. Gold gleamed in his hand.
With an unsteady, weakened motion, he parried the strike. His opponent twisted, attacking again. But this time, he aimed for Eri.
The girl dodged and struck out with her dagger. She only grazed him but that didn’t matter. Katsuki swung his clawed hand. Kurogiri hadn’t expected it to be a feint. The sword cleaved through bone. The man staggered back, missing his right hand. He panted heavily, trying to stem the bleeding. One of the mercenaries clumsily wrapped the stump in the fabric of his black cloak. Kurogiri lost consciousness. Shigaraki glanced at his men. This display was supposed to rally them into battle. But now, it seemed he would have to dirty his own hands. He stepped forward.
[Reader] heard a dull thud against the floor. Katsuki’s body had collapsed beneath the rosebush. Eri tried to wake him, but to no avail. The enchanted objects seemed frozen in place, their eyes darting around as they desperately tried to grasp what was happening. Shigaraki attacked. [Reader] took a deep breath. Silver danced in her hands. This was the first time she had ever fought someone for real. And her former fiancé had spent the past years training with some of the finest swordsmen. Though many had underestimated him due to his hunched posture, he quickly proved to be a dangerous man. Even if he was better at pulling the strings of power than wielding a blade himself. He struck mercilessly. She parried, searching for an opening. Desperation crept in. His defense seemed impenetrable. Worse still, she saw, from the corner of her eye, the crowd preparing to take advantage of the moment. The braver noblemen edged closer, tightening the circle. She struck again. Sweat trickled down her skin, pain searing her arm. The fight was nearing the end and she was losing.
She struck once more. She recalled her first lessons with Katsuki. It was one of the things that had brought them closer when they first met. He had been terrifying when she arrived at the palace with Overhaul. He had also been rude and unfriendly when she was getting to know him. And then, without her quite knowing when, he had become bearable. Over time, she had wanted to see him more and more. She liked his sense of humor. The fact that he didn’t treat her like the 'Beauty' she had been in the estate. And, though he rarely admitted it, she knew he enjoyed their time together too. Long conversations with him had become a part of her life. The time when he was right there, beside her, with their magical friends and Eri, had become something that filled her heart with joy. Because of him, she had begun to think of the palace as home. A real one. The kind she had never experienced before.
Holding back a sob, she attacked. The silver blade was mercilessly blocked. Emerald eyes flashed as Shigaraki knocked the weapon from her grasp. Was this how it was all going to end? No more tea with La Brava and Gentle. No more stacks of new compliments from Kaminari. Stories of Midoriya from Ochaco and Kirishima would fade into oblivion. Eri’s laughter, ringing so cheerfully in her ears ever since they arrived, would be silenced. And most importantly… Katsuki…
He could say whatever he wanted. Push her away for the sake of her safety. She knew he cared. She wanted to break the curse so that he wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. She longed for him to regain his freedom and, without the enchantment hanging over him, finally tell her whether he felt the same as she did. At first, she had thought it was just friendship. And maybe it had been. Until it wasn’t. Something changed in the winter. She started looking at him differently. It was love. She was certain of it. Not the wild, sudden kind described in Eri’s fairy tales. It didn’t give her butterflies in her stomach. It was calm and steady. She was sure of it. And now fear gripped her heart. In just a moment, everything would be over. A single second stretched into eternity.
She wanted to live. To tell Katsuki everything that was racing through her mind. She didn’t know where the sudden courage came from. At the last moment, she grabbed the blade. She recreated the wrist movements the king had tried to teach her months ago, twisting the tip of the sword. For a moment, she thought she saw Izuku. Which was impossible, considering he had been dead for so long. She stared in a trance as Shigaraki’s defense was broken. The man stumbled over the vines of a rosebush. He fell straight onto the blade of a mercenary who had just charged into battle. A horrifying wail escaped him. With the last of his strength, he clutched the wound near his heart. But [Reader] paid him no mind.
— Not another step! — she shouted breathlessly, pointing her sword forward.
Seeing their leader in a pool of blood, the crowd hesitated. Someone called for help, while others gathered around Kurogiri. They didn’t know what to do. But she hadn’t expected them to simply drop their weapons. It started with the farmers.
— It’s... it’s him! — An old man looked shaken.
— He looks just like her… like Queen Mitsuki — added the woman beside him.
— People, the legend is true! — One of the mercenaries let go of his sword.
The counts fled the greenhouse in panic. They knew they had lost. Some of the people ran outside the palace. Others, intrigued, moved closer.
The girl turned her head. She, too, dropped her weapon in shock. A boy lay on the ground. At first, she wondered who he was. It wasn’t until she saw Eri’s smile that she understood — it was Katsuki. He was no longer a beast but a man. She had never seen any portraits of him. After all, he had destroyed all his human likenesses before she had arrived at the palace. His blond hair was disheveled. He blinked a few times, revealing red irises. He stared at his hands in disbelief before looking at his subjects. They looked older than they had on the day the curse was cast but other than that, they were unchanged. He got to his feet unsteadily, still dazed. His gaze landed on [Reader]. Before he could say a word, she rushed at him, laughing through her tears.
— You’re alive… Katsuki, you’re alive! — She threw her arms around his neck.
— It takes more than that to get rid of me, idiot — he whispered, pulling her into a firm embrace. — I never got the chance to tell you before. I was afraid of how you’d react. You wouldn’t be safe with me, so I tried to hide it and that was a mistake. I want you to know the truth. I love you, [Reader]. — The king gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his hand tenderly cupping her face.
— I love you too, Katsuki. — [Reader] pressed their lips together in a kiss.
All other sounds seemed to fade. The only thing that mattered was how close they were. A warmth spread through their hearts. Maybe Eri’s fairy tales weren’t so far from the truth after all. This had to be a kiss of true love.
What happened next was described in many different ways. Perhaps because each person in the greenhouse remembered the events a little differently. But there were a few things on which they all agreed. The blue rosebush miraculously came back to life, despite its terrible state just moments before. Kirishima grew into the title of Captain of the Guard. He organized the farmers and mercenaries with the help of gold from the treasury. They helped capture the fleeing counts. Mei’s net came in handy, finished just in time. Was it entirely legal? Probably not but no one who could spread the story too soon managed to escape the palace. Despite his supposed retirement, Gentle proudly tossed Kurogiri into the dungeon. La Brava rushed to the throne room to fetch the royal insignia for the king, even though not everyone present was fully convinced of his rule. Ochaco took on the task of explaining to the gathered crowd who the blond boy in the crown truly was, with the help of a few others. As it turned out, some of them had worked in the palace long ago. They recognized both her and Katsuki, so much like his mother. Kaminari played a significant role in negotiating with the many opponents of the new monarch. His natural charm made him perfect for the task.
Rumors spread in the palace that on that April day, Princess Eri had hugged everyone she could out of sheer happiness. Of course, the younger staff refused to believe the older ones, claiming it was impossible for Her Highness to be so open. At least until they themselves experienced her joy during a grand birthday celebration when she personally embraced each person who had helped with the preparations.
— Not ready yet? — Eri burst into the chamber, her dress rustling. — Come on! You don’t have to kiss every time I see you… — She pretended to be disgusted.
— Have you ever heard of knocking? — [Reader] laughed as she adjusted Katsuki’s shirt cuff.
— We’re leaving now — the man announced, fastening the red cloak over his shoulders.
The second coronation was quite the challenge. After long months of securing allies and several more spent convincing the public that Bakugō truly was the descendant of Mitsuki and Masaru, they had finally succeeded. Legally, it wasn’t necessary but the people and the council insisted on an official ceremony. Katsuki had spent a long time pondering whether he truly wanted to go through with it. For much of his childhood — perhaps all of it — he had longed to escape the responsibility that came with sitting on the throne. But in the end, he concluded that if someone like Shigaraki was to rule Musutafu, then it was better for him to take matters into his own hands. Surely, after the late king, many others would come scheming for power. His mother would never have forgiven him for leaving the country in their hands. The king had promised himself that he would try to introduce democracy. Step by step. After poring over books he had long avoided, he realized that it could be a great solution. Some neighbouring countries had already begun implementing it and with good results. Even if it were to happen only years from now, when Eri ascended the throne, it was worth trying.
The girl had grown into a remarkable person. Though she had become a bit more serious, her immense kindness remained unchanged. The people adored her, demanding that she be included in the line of succession. He didn’t want the teenager to be forced into it the way he once had. However, when he asked her opinion, she declared that she was ready and would work hard to earn the crown. [Reader], in contrast to her sister, wasn’t particularly interested in the legalities of succession. She helped the two of them as best she could but at the mention of 'queen' she merely shrugged. That didn’t mean, of course, that she wouldn’t become one in the future. Katsuki, despite his many duties, found himself dreaming of proposing.
The guards opened the doors to the restored throne room. Kirishima was scolding one of the new recruits in the Palace Guard. Moments later, he stood beside Bakugō. He smiled, and his friend returned the gesture. The men walked into the chamber, following the long carpet. Katsuki took his seat on the throne. The crown on his head no longer felt as heavy as he remembered it years ago.
Gentle announced that everyone was invited to join the festivities. La Brava led the first dance alongside him. They twirled across the ballroom, inviting foreign diplomats into conversation. No doubt many more cups of tea would be poured that evening. Kaminari had disappeared from the king’s sight — he had probably gone to spread the word that the celebrations had begun. He had designed the festival games in the city. Along with Ochaco, he had made sure that the cheerful atmosphere extended beyond the palace. Food and attractions had been prepared well in advance for the large public squares.
The head maid stood to the side, scolding Eri for wrinkling her dress. From time to time, she glanced at the large portrait of her fiancé, which hung prominently beside His Majesty. A smile graced her lips. Mei, as the royal inventor, occupied one of the raised platforms, adjusting her equipment. Despite her ball gown, the grease on her hands revealed that she had spent the day working. Another one of her creations was about to be presented for use in the agricultural sector. She hoped it would be useful for farmers. Her assistants approached her cautiously, asking when everything would be ready.
— What are you thinking about? — [Reader] asked when the king placed his crown on a cushion and invited her to dance.
The dance steps they performed surprised some of the guests. Surely, not every foreign visitor had heard of their wild love story. No one outside their circle of friends ever learned why they moved sideways across the ballroom, dancing to a street song that hardly suited the grand surroundings. Just as not everyone knew that they woke up an hour early each morning to start the day with sword training. Or that their future vacation plans involved an incognito journey to foreign lands. Those who frequented the palace, however, were already used to the fact that the current ruler and his loved ones were anything but ordinary.
— I’m thinking about how lucky I am. We’re all here together and you’re right beside me. — Bakugō smiled.
— Thank you. — [Reader] placed a brief kiss on his lips.
— For what? — Katsuki tilted his head.
— For meeting you — she replied, spinning.
— In that case, I thank you too. — The man took a few familiar steps.
— Oh? Are we competing now? — [Reader] gave him a mock-disapproving look.
They had changed so much, yet at the same time, they were still the same as when their journey together had begun.
— Thank you for breaking my curse. For teaching me how to love.
The whole series can be found here. Part 1 is here. Good Ending version.
Bad ending
— Katsuki, what are you doing?!
[Reader] was unceremoniously thrown over the beast’s shoulder. The same happened to Eri. Her sister seemed quite calm, unlike herself. No matter how hard she tried to break free from the tight grip, it was no use. Just a moment ago, the king had been spending time in one of the towers. She herself had been scouring the library in search of a way to break the curse. At first, she thought that was why he had carried her out of there. He didn’t like revisiting the subject. He had promised he would handle it himself but she had the feeling he had simply given up. That’s why she had been furiously digging through stacks of books when he wasn’t looking.
The farther down they went, the more she felt she had been mistaken. This was about something else. She glanced at Eri, who turned her head as if trying to hide something. [Reader] recalled the apologetic expressions of their magical friends as they passed the ballroom.
— Shigaraki is going to be here any moment, isn’t he? — the girl asked.
The way Bakugō tensed was an answer itself.
— Put me down this instant! — She struck his fur-covered back.
He seemed deaf to her pleas. He carried her and Eri into the greenhouse — the same one where they had spent so much time. They passed the blue rose, now practically nonexistent. The entire bush was rotting. The last branch, which had until recently looked healthy, was withering. One single flower remained on it, drooping toward the tiles, shedding its final petals. She knew it was somehow connected to Katsuki’s condition but he had never revealed how.
They stopped by the passage to the armory. The beast pressed one of the tiles and pushed hard against the wall. A cloud of dust surrounded them. The clanking of an old mechanism echoed from within. Before she could react, she landed in darkness. She felt around, her hands brushing against the thick walls of the palace.
— Katsuki!
Eri grabbed her hand.
— You knew? — she asked, unable to hide the reproach in her voice.
— I’m sorry. — Her little sister’s words were quiet. — This tunnel leads far beyond the palace. Katsuki said this way, you’d be safe and that he’d handle things… But honestly, I’m not so sure anymore.
Of course. Eri wasn’t thinking of herself. She was thinking of her. She should be grateful. She couldn’t blame her for choosing family’s safety over a boy. And she wasn’t surprised that Eri had believed the king’s words. They had spent so much time together and she had truly come to trust him. She probably thought this was the best solution and that, in time, they would be able to return.
Frantically, she began searching for anything that could help them escape the darkness. She didn’t have time to find the exit on the other side. Who knew how far it led? She found nothing useful. Despairing, she slumped against the wall. Her sister tried for longer but in the end, she did the same.
— Are you there? — The voice was muffled but familiar.
— Kirishima?! — Eri jumped to her feet.
The clock argued with someone for a while. The girls recognized the magical objects. A series of taps followed, ending in the creak of a hidden door.
— Katsuki has lost it and they’ll be here any moment. — Panic was evident in Ochaco’s voice.
— Where is he?
— Last time we saw him, he was in the throne room. — La Brava’s voice was faint.
[Reader] had noticed that in recent days, her friends had been struggling more and more to move. Now, however, they seemed to be weakening entirely. Their voices were much softer than they had been that morning.
— Eri, stay here with them — she said, sprinting away as fast as her legs would carry her. — If anything happens, escape through the tunnel and find Mei.
Hatsume had left the palace about a week ago. But she had left detailed instructions on where she planned to travel. She believed her friends would visit her someday. If Eri tried hard enough, she might have a chance to catch up to her — especially since the inventor planned to make frequent stops.
Before leaving, Mei had set up a few traps of her own design, cleverly hidden beneath layers of snow. Though the white powder was slowly melting under the sun’s rays, the traps remained invisible to the careless eye. But [Reader] doubted they would stop anyone for long. Mei hadn’t had enough materials to make them better, bigger or more durable.
[Reader] raced up the stairs and corridors. Her lungs burned. Every ragged breath stung. Through a window, she managed to catch sight of Shigaraki. He no longer looked like the man she had first met. He dismounted his horse and strode toward the palace, followed closely by a group of people. She paused. Most of them weren’t his mercenaries. They looked like ordinary citizens of Musutafu. They were armed, but they didn’t really seem like they knew how or even wanted to use their weapons. Had the battle with the Shie Hassaikai weakened his forces that much? It was very possible that wiping them out had significantly depleted his ranks. Overhaul had been his enemy for a long time, after all. If he was gone now, he had certainly tried to drag the traitor down with him. In these past two months, Shigaraki likely hadn’t had enough time to recruit many trained warriors. That would explain the civilians entering the courtyard.
She bolted forward again. What should she do? With every step, she realized she had no plan. She couldn’t leave Katsuki here. She had to somehow bring him back to his senses and get him out of the palace. But how, when the curse held him in its grip? She didn’t know any way to break it.
She spotted Bakugō in the open doorway before she could even get close. His rampage resembled the one from yesterday. But back then, he had snapped out of it quickly. The only thing he had destroyed had been a chair in the dining hall. Now, she watched as he hurled the heavy, ornate throne straight at a stained-glass window. The shards crashed onto the marble floor with a sharp clatter. He let out an inhuman roar. Torn curtains were strewn about him, trailing behind him like a crimson cloak. The cushion that had once held the crown lay discarded. The gold circlet had rolled away, coming to a stop somewhere in the corner.
— Katsuki! — She knew he’d hear her from afar. His ears were sharp.
The beast turned slowly toward her, panting heavily. The king clutched his head as if trying to drive away the thoughts swirling in his mind. For a moment, she saw recognition in his eyes. It looked like his awareness was returning. She stepped forward cautiously, reaching out to him. He growled softly, but it wasn’t a sound of anger — more of a warning. She took another step.
— There it is! — A foreign voice rang through the hall.
[Reader] whirled around in panic. She heard the quick, raspy breaths.
— As you can see, good people, there really is a beast here! — Shigaraki led the group. A small crowd followed behind him.
— But wasn’t he the king? — one of the villagers asked.
— You’ve heard too many legends. You can see for yourself — it’s a monster — a woman, who looked like a mercenary, replied.
As if to confirm her words, a roar echoed through the hall. Katsuki launched himself toward their leader with incredible speed.
— No! — [Reader] stepped into his path.
That was exactly what the man wanted — to show the crowd that he was no longer human. Maybe before, it would have been harder to prove. But now, with the king losing control, everything worked in his favour.
Katsuki dodged her nimbly, charging straight at the armed crowd. People raised their weapons.
— Don’t be the beast they think you are! — she shouted.
That made him stop. Uncertainly, he turned toward her. [Reader] didn’t know how she managed to see the enemy’s next move. Maybe it was thanks to the hours spent training in the courtyard. Unfortunately, she had no weapon now. Seeing Shigaraki swing his black sword, she threw herself toward the beast. Bakugō was too heavy for her to push him away. So when the blade fell with a soft whistle, she became the thing that separated him from the strike.
The blade struck her body.
At first, she wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. All she felt was Katsuki lifting her in his arms. His furry limbs prickled unpleasantly but not more than the wound in her chest. She touched it uncertainly. Bright red blood stained the tips of her fingers. Her vision blurred slightly. She knew they were moving through familiar corridors. She thought someone was speaking to her but maybe it was just the screams of Shigaraki and the crowd? She couldn’t make out the words.
When they reached the greenhouse, something changed. The king walked more slowly. The arms holding her became gentler and warmer. For some reason, she fixated on a blue rose bush. It looked just as it had the first day she arrived here. She weakly shook her head. There was no way it had healed so quickly.
When had a year passed? April had come again. It felt as if she had only just stepped into the palace for the first time. Her attempt to escape. The truce with Katsuki. Cleaning with her friends. Shared meals. Sword training. Picnics by the lake. Trips to Mei’s cottage. The ball she hadn’t wanted to attend at first. Playing in the snow with Eri. All these moments and many more flooded her mind, passing somewhere deep inside her consciousness.
— [Reader], stay with me.
She couldn’t see who was speaking. The voice was familiar, and though she wanted so badly to respond, she couldn’t. Her lips wouldn’t obey. Some droplets fell onto her face. She would have thought it was rain if not for their salty taste. She tried to move her hand but it was no use. The sounds faded into nothingness and darkness settled beneath her eyelids, which refused to open no matter how hard she tried.
— I love you.
Eri placed a bouquet of wildflowers on the green hill. They shimmered with all the colours of the rainbow. [Reader] would have liked them. Katsuki always regretted not taking her body with him. But he couldn’t. They had to escape and had to do it fast. They were all traveling on foot. Shigaraki had pursued them relentlessly for a long time. The girl still remembered the terror that followed them all the way to the country’s border. Only beyond it did they finally have enough peace to process the tragedy that had befallen them. Those were days filled with anger and grief. She rarely revisited them. She preferred to remember her sister as a happy person. Though, in truth, she had the feeling that in all the years they spent together, [Reader] had rarely been truly content with her life. She had hoped that would change but the events at the palace had shattered that hope.
— Ready? — Katsuki pulled her from her thoughts.
This wasn’t a real burial site but he didn’t like being here. Whenever he visited, he only stayed for a short while. At first, he claimed it was because of the location at the border but over time, he simply admitted that he didn’t like reliving those days. He had taken [Reader]’s death hard and blamed himself for a very long time.
Their friends had stayed with him for a few months but they couldn’t keep travelling in such a large group. As much as it pained them, they had to leave one by one. Hatsume was the first to go. Her inventions were now known beyond the border. Whenever they met, she showed them new prototypes of her 'children'. She had finally analyzed the ingredients meant for the potion Overhaul had sought. Before leaving, she had taken a blood sample from Eri. Apparently, something in her marrow and blood held the key to unlocking extraordinary power. However, after Katsuki had been freed from his curse, the rose bush seemed to have lost its magic. Shigaraki hadn’t been able to create anything since.
Next were La Brava and Gentle. The couple found work in a small tea shop where the owners constantly complained about them. They didn’t mind much. They spent their time amidst the bustle of the city, enjoying their love. Manami joyfully announced in letters that she was pregnant. She dreamed of opening her own shop but so far, they still lacked the funds.
Kaminari’s departure was the hardest for Eri. Maybe because he had truly liked her sister. He was the one she talked to the most about [Reader]. He never returned to his old profession. Instead, he wandered from place to place, taking odd jobs. He said he couldn’t bring people joy anymore and it was true. She couldn’t recall ever seeing his genuine smile since he had ceased to be a shining light.
Then came Kirishima and Ochaco. They had wanted to stay with their king until the end. They felt it was their duty, even though they were now friends and had no obligation to do so. But Bakugō had declared that his final order was for them to leave and live their own lives. Unsure of what to do, they set off on a journey. Ochaco wanted to visit her lover’s homeland. It was risky, considering Musutafu was a place they shouldn’t return to. For that reason, the former Captain of the Guard promised to help her.
In the end, only Eri remained with Katsuki. He had never been able to push her away. Maybe out of guilt. Or maybe because he knew they needed each other.
Over the years, they travelled far and wide. Bakugō worked as a mercenary, always on the move. They never stayed in one place for long. Small cottages on the outskirts of civilization became Eri’s norm. They visited cities only when necessary and even that had become rare, especially after hearing that Shigaraki had finally crowned himself the ruler of Musutafu. The process had taken years, though in practice, he had ruled for a long time. The council had always danced to his tune. Now, he could officially dissolve it.
Was the king still hunting them? She doubted it. But she was sure that if he ever caught wind of their whereabouts, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them once and for all.
— You could at least pretend. It’s supposed to be a surprise party. — Eri smiled, adjusting her simple but new dress.
Bakugō’s gift, as always, was practical. He had given her a dress that morning. She liked the colour. It matched her hair. Though she regretted that the dress wasn’t yellow. For some reason, that was the only colour he had never bought her anything in.
— What kind of surprise is it if it happens every year? — the man muttered playfully.
They made their way to the small garden, where their friends were already waiting. A worn-out table stood in the center, the tablecloth fluttering in the pleasant summer breeze. Ochaco shooed bees away from the flowers she had used to decorate the cake. La Brava and Gentle poured tea while chatting with Kaminari, who hurriedly tied a ribbon around colourful packages. Before them all stood Kirishima, urging Mei along — she was late, as always.
Eri smiled. She loved seeing them all together. Even if it couldn’t be every day.
— Happy birthday! — voices rang out across the garden.
Another year without you, [Reader] but I know we’ll be okay...
The whole series can be found here. Part 1 is here. Bad Ending and Good Ending coming soon.
Spending Time Together
— Once more! — Eri crashed into a snowdrift.
Completely unfazed, she dug herself out, ready for yet another attempt that day. Her gray hair was wet and stuck to her face but she brushed it aside with a careless motion.
— Young lady, you need to be more careful! — Gentle whistled, brushing the snow off her coat as best he could.
La Brava wasn’t too eager to join in the sledding fun either. Porcelain was fragile, after all. And every day, it became harder and harder for them to move. Ochaco, Kirishima, and Denki, however, saw things differently. They had joined the winter festivities from the very beginning and no accidents could convince them that it might not be the best idea. When Gentle pulled them aside, they simply said that they didn’t have much time left anyway. Might as well use it for something a little risky.
Meanwhile, Hatsume Mei seemed to be in seventh heaven. Every now and then, she adjusted her thick hat, scribbling new ideas into her notebook. Her fifth prototype of a snow vehicle was being mercilessly tested. And in natural conditions, no less. Plus, she had assistants. That had never happened before. Eri was curious about everything around her. It was wonderful to introduce her to every new concept and little invention that popped into Mei’s mind and actually be listened to. She was glad she helped. Even if it meant losing potential business opportunities and supplies in town. In return, she had gained something else. Something much cooler. And in the spring, she would leave this place anyway. She had decided to show her inventions to the rest of the world. Surely, there were people out there who would appreciate them more than those in Musutafu.
— Katsuki, ride with us, pleeease! — The girl's big, pleading eyes stared up at him expectantly.
— He won’t. Sleds are too much for him — [Reader] teased.
— Excuse me. I was amazing when I was younger. All those fu...— the beast started.
— Not in front of Eri! — The girl threw a snowball at him.
— All those… dumb — he corrected himself — kids couldn’t hold a candle to me and I always won when we raced.
— Then prove it. What are you waiting for? — [Reader] returned to building a snow village with a teapot and teacup.
Her sister had begged her to make a snow palace for so long that she simply couldn’t refuse. She had been working on it since morning with a break for lunch and it still looked rather pitiful. But she wasn’t about to give up. She wanted to make something that at least resembled a palace. Even if the king had been mocking her all morning, saying that if it were real, it would have collapsed by now.
— It won’t hold me — Bakugō stated.
— Mei said she reinforced it and it will hold you up just fine. — Ochaco was already positioned at the top of the hill.
She was enjoying this day immensely. Actually, the entire last two months had been truly happy. Ever since [Reader]’s sister had first appeared in the palace corridor, Ochaco had known she would be wonderful. And she was. She seemed to brighten up the gloom of winter. Despite everything she had been through, she was still a cheerful child. She had quickly found her place among Ochaco and her friends. She had even softened Katsuki’s heart. And despite his long-standing insistence that he wasn’t fond of brats, he now seemed to be wrapped around her little finger, doing all the odd things she asked him to do. A piggyback ride? Just this once… Her favourite dish for the third time this week? Pure coincidence… She wanted to throw a little party and pretend to be a princess? He had planned to bake and sort through his mother’s old things anyway…
The little broomstick wished she could stop time. She would love nothing more than to spend her days with loved ones, without worrying about the future. But it was hard to completely push away the dark clouds hanging over her life. Every day, it took more and more strength just to move. And Bakugō wasn’t doing any better. He tried to hide the effects of the curse as best he could but the sisters still caught him struggling now and then. He would lie for hours beneath the blue rose bush, pretending everything was fine. The previous night, his roar had echoed through the entire wing. Kirishima had been the first to reach him, finding him on the floor, claws scraping against the tiles. He had needed help just to get down to the greenhouse. There was no sign that anything would change.
The enchanted objects were beginning to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to tell [Reader] about the curse. She seemed to truly feel something more for their friend. Denki constantly brought them gossip about the way she looked at the beast. In his opinion, it was definitely the gaze of someone in love. And though he often exaggerated, they believed there was some truth in it. But it wasn’t enough. They were still trapped in their enchanted forms. When they asked the king what he thought, he simply said he wanted her to be happy and ordered them to keep quiet. It seemed that despite promising her he would break the curse, he had given up and accepted her departure in the spring with her sister as inevitable.
— My baby can handle even your weight! — the inventor called from the courtyard of [Reader]’s residence.
Katsuki sighed heavily and stood up. Eri grabbed his massive paw. With a bright smile, she led him toward the sled. It took so little to make her happy. That had fascinated him ever since he first met her. In the past, the thought of looking after a child wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. But maybe it was because the brats running around the court were different. Raised in luxury, they were never satisfied with anything. Most nobles had spoiled them beyond repair.
The beast settled onto the sled. Eri sat right in front of him. Ochaco and Denki climbed onto his broad shoulders, mumbling about how it was both exciting and terrifying. Kirishima, with their help, managed to get onto his head.
— No risk, no fun. Besides, this is very manly — he declared proudly to his friends.
The king barely had time to brace himself before he felt a light push from behind.
— Ready? No? Well, too bad! — La Brava laughed as [Reader] shoved the sled down the slope.
Whatever crazy thing Mei had installed in them, the sleds didn’t need much force. They slid down almost instantly. Bakugō felt his stomach lurch. The world blurred into one giant expanse of white. He couldn’t even make out the trees they passed. The cold winter wind whistled in his ears. Eri screamed at the top of her lungs in delight. The enchanted objects shrieked about how they were going to fall, tugging at his fur so hard he was sure they had ripped some out. He was surprised at how useful his clawed feet were — thanks to them, he could easily maneuver around obstacles. He had to admit, it was fun gliding over the sunlit snow, hearing his friends' laughter. Letting himself get lost in the thrill but still having control over the ride. If only he could have that kind of control over more things…
— Again! — Before he realized it, they were already at the bottom.
— No way — he muttered, fully aware that he would give in anyway. Otherwise, the girl would pester him to death.
He tucked the sled under his arm and began climbing back up with ease. [Reader] smiled at him from the top, as if to say: Told you so.
***
— And they lived happily ever after — [Reader] concluded, sipping tea from her cup.
She closed the hefty tome of fairy tales. She wasn’t sure whether to be pleased that her sister had fallen asleep or annoyed that, apparently, she found her reading boring. She decided to blame the day itself. Playing in the snow had exhausted everyone. The little girl was breathing steadily, sprawled near the warm fireplace in the dining room, clutching a pillow. She would have to carry her to bed before going to sleep herself. She had to admit that ever since they had brought in a rug, blankets and a few cushions, the place had become much cozier.
The objects around them yawned loudly as they made their way back to their rooms. She knew it was time for her to go as well but she just couldn’t bring herself to stand up.
— How did you like the story? — the girl asked in a whisper.
— They’re all the same — the beast remarked, crossing his paws under his head and staring at the ceiling.
The girl chuckled softly, careful not to wake anyone.
— Do you remember when I used to clean the library? I read books in advance back then, so I could tell Eri about them one day and I said something very similar. I also think all these stories are alike.
— But?
— How do you know there’s a ‘but’? — The girl glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
— I’ve known you for almost a year. I can tell when you want to say something.
She didn’t need to look at Katsuki to know there was a smug grin on his face.
— I still like them — [Reader] admitted. — Probably because they all have happy endings. I think we could use a bit of happiness too — she mused.
Their situation wasn’t great. The heroes in her sister’s beloved stories always made it through their hardships. She hoped they would too.
— [Reader]… — Bakugō began.
— No! — Eri stirred in her sleep, so she lowered her voice. — I don’t even want to hear it.
— But I haven’t even said anything yet. — The king turned to face her.
His gaze seemed to bore into her, so she focused on the fire crackling in the hearth. Yellow, orange and red flames danced, warding off the cold.
— You’re going to bring up our conversation from early winter. And I still don’t agree. I want to leave the palace with everyone… With Eri… with our friends… and with you — she finished firmly.
— So I’m not your friend? — he asked teasingly, earning a hard punch to his furry arm.
— You're… you’re something more. — She rubbed her sleepy eyes. — I’m grateful to have met you, Katsuki.
Bakugō didn’t respond. He didn’t know what he should do. He loved her but did she feel the same? The curse still lingered. Whatever bond they shared, it wasn’t strong enough yet. Was this the right moment to tell her the truth? Love tainted by guilt wasn’t what he wanted. Should he break his resolve?
As long as she remained here, she was in danger. If she left in early spring, she’d have a better chance of escaping Shigaraki. Who knew if staying in the palace until April was even worth it? He still had a few weeks. But would that be enough when they hadn’t broken the spell in a whole year?
She had already fallen asleep before he could decide what to say. The palace settled into a peaceful silence. He covered her and Eri with one of the blankets, then added more wood to the fire.
Gazing out the window, he tried to occupy his thoughts but it was useless. The pain throbbed in his skull. He didn’t want to wake anyone with his roar. He did his best to suppress the instinct in his body, the one urging him to let go.
Slowly, gritting his teeth, he made his way to the greenhouse.
The blue rose had been losing petals at an alarming rate. All the stems had rotted except one. The central one still held on. Its dark colour hadn’t faded yet but some of its leaves were already sickened by decay. It was getting worse.
He lay down beside the bush, wrapped himself in his cloak and drifted into a restless sleep.
The whole series can be found here. Part 1 is here. Part 15 coming soon.
Separation
[Reader] pulled her hood tighter, trying to shield herself from the cold wind blowing in her face. She urged the horse to go faster. The last stretch of the journey awaited her. Over the past few days of travel, fatigue had caught up with her but there was no time for a long rest. She slept in barns and abandoned buildings and twice allowed herself the luxury of staying in an inn. Mostly, though, it was for the exchange of her animal. She promised herself that if the opportunity arose, she would buy back her hoofed companion on the way back. At that moment, she needed a well-rested steed as quickly as possible. So, she used the money Bakugō had given her and rushed through the forests and fields to the road leading to the city. Katsuki... She tried to focus on the task ahead but the look in his concerned eyes lingered with her. She saw how badly he wanted to leave the palace and help. It wasn’t just him, though. The magical friends bid her farewell with sadness, wishing her good luck. Leaving the place where she had spent the last few months was difficult.
She repeated the plan in her head. It helped calm her down and passed the time. The priority was to take Eri from the residence. She couldn’t stay there if the research had started again. That was her task, as she was the only one able to leave the palace. And Katsuki, along with his friends, promised they would lift the curse. They would gain some time once the snow completely covered the roads. No one would be able to push through with a large group if the white snow covered the pass. [Reader] and Overhaul had been particularly stubborn last winter. Few people would have been prepared for that. If Chisaki sent single individuals after them, they should be able to handle it. However, she didn’t think he would because it would be practically pointless.
She was especially grateful to Hatsume when she announced that she was leaving her investor and would collaborate with them. Apparently, she had already taken a large advance and bought a stock of materials, so after hearing their plan, she decided to join. It was her with her strange machine that helped them predict how much time was left before the snowstorm that would block the roads. With that date in mind, [Reader] set out as quickly as possible. Of course, there was always the risk that the inventor had made a mistake and she made sure to let them know more than once but they didn’t find another way out.
After everything, in spring, they all planned to abandon the palace for good. Before leaving, the king tried to persuade her all evening that she should leave with her sister as soon as it started to warm up, even if he couldn’t find a way to break the curse. She stubbornly repeated that she wasn’t leaving without him and they couldn’t reach an agreement. She didn’t want to give up on him, even if her sister was in danger. She planned to leave with everyone. It had to work, as she had no other options.
The estate hadn’t changed much since the last time she was there. At least not on the outside. She sighed with relief as she watched the guards, whom she already knew, taking their posts. She watched them from one of the tall trees surrounding the wall. Their plan had only changed slightly from what she remembered. If Overhaul was expecting someone, it certainly wouldn’t be her, who was already familiar with the routine. Besides, for serious threats, he had people inside. It was getting caught by them that she feared most.
The opportunity came shortly before dawn. Though the men patrolled the area, they did it reluctantly. More for show than out of true vigilance. A few of them had been awake all night, so she easily slipped past them. She left the horse behind one of the coniferous trees. Almost all of her belongings were in the saddlebags. She began the quick climb up the wall. It wasn’t an easy task, especially since the last time she had done something similar was when she had tried to escape from a beast. In the town, she had bought a hook and rope. Usually, when she worked for Overhaul, she would descend or move horizontally but now she was climbing upwards. She had to do it as quickly as possible. Her muscles ached from the effort. When she stood at the top, gasping silently, a soldier appeared below. She barely avoided his gaze as she leapt to the other side. She defied gravity again, making her way onto the roof. Eri’s room was at the very top and the only window in it was fairly small. Still, she thought she could squeeze through it. It only now occurred to her that it wasn’t really about the chance of escape but more about the fear. Chisaki Kai evoked different emotions in people. In her and her sister. And it was that fear that kept her from taking her sister and simply leaving in the night. They had nowhere to go and he would probably find them anyway. He would likely punish one of them while the other had to watch. She had thought that way for a long time. Today, she wanted to change everything.
She carefully peeked through the glass. There was no one in the room except for her sleeping sister. She took one last look behind her. She rubbed her eyes. For a moment, she thought it was just the darkness playing tricks on her but no. In the distance, a group of people appeared. They were walking on foot. She recognized who was leading them. The boy with a slight hunch that his cloak couldn’t hide. Her fiancé — Shigaraki Tomura. And right next to him, cloaked in black, Kurogiri. The same one she had learned more about from Bakugō a few months ago. Such a large group? If they were planning to attack someone with the Shie Hassaikai, where were the horses? They were sneaking silently, occasionally emerging from behind trees, just like she had earlier. She was almost sure she heard a faint clink of weapons. The patrols in the forest were probably already gone. She impatiently knocked on the window, trying to wake Eri. It looked like Shigaraki hadn’t come for any deals. He was an unwelcome intruder. He planned to attack the residence.
Her sister sleepily looked at her and for a moment was speechless. She threw off the blanket and rushed to her. [Reader] couldn’t hold back the tears filling her eyes. Finally, after so many months, she could see Eri again. She squeezed into the room and pulled the girl into a tight embrace.
— [Reader]? You’re back? — Her voice was full of disbelief but also joy.
— Yes. — She wiped her tears. — We don’t have time but we need to leave. Dress as warmly as you can.
Without wasting time, she rushed to the wardrobe and pulled out the thickest coat she could find. Her sister obediently began putting on the clothes she was given but her movements betrayed her tiredness.
— B-but... how do we escape? Overhaul will be angry. At you... and at me too. — Her hand froze mid-dressing.
She had to ponder about what [Reader] had thought earlier. Chisaki Kai punished anyone who didn’t obey him. In many ways.
— I know you’re scared but I have friends who will help us. We have to get to them as fast as we can.
[Reader] anxiously glanced at the door. She barricaded it the best she could using the bed and chairs. It wouldn’t hold much but it would slow down whoever came. The first louder sounds in a long time reached her ears. It was the clanging of weapons. Someone shouted. Eri looked at her with wide, saucer-like eyes. She pulled her by the hand. It was time for the climb back. She expected to see fighting outside but a few meters from the wall lay dead guards. The same ones she had avoided earlier. Their armor was stained red. So, the attackers were making their way deeper into the building. She took a deep breath to calm herself for at least a second. It felt like her mind had stopped working. She stared at the corpses, breathing heavily. She was brought back to reality by Eri’s touch. She squeezed her hand tightly.
— We need to go! — The little girl seemed frightened but also determined.
[Reader] gripped the scabbard of the dagger the king had given her before leaving. There was no time for fear. They had to run. They reached the wall. Eri wasn’t as good at climbing as she was. She helped her up as best she could. When she stood at the top, she looked toward the residence. On one of the balconies stood Shigaraki. His cloak fluttered from a distance. She had never seen him like this before. He was unnaturally fast. She had always thought he was slow and let others do the work. In just a few seconds, he had passed a few people and swung a sword. First, blood splattered. Then she heard a scream. Only after a moment did it hit her what had happened. Chisaki Kai had no arms. He was screaming. Tomura stood over him, whispering something in his ear. She had imagined many times how her life could change if the owner of the so-called orphanage simply died. Now he was lying in agony and she felt nothing. No sympathy, no relief.
They began to make their way through the forest. [Reader] felt the rising panic. Her horse was surely somewhere nearby. She had tied it up tightly. The battle shouldn’t have spooked it, unless...
— Looking for something? — Kurogiri appeared as if out of nowhere.
His black cloak fluttered ominously against the backdrop of white snow. The man was holding the reins. It was her horse, nervously stepping on the soft snow.
Eri hid behind her. She regretted not having a sword with her now. It was too heavy and cumbersome for this trip.
— What do you want? — [Reader] asked.
— From you? Nothing. As you probably know, Beauty, the engagement is canceled. Hand over the child and I’ll let you go.
They didn’t have time to waste. Every minute gave Tomura more time to send more of his people here or, worse, show up in person.
— We both know you won’t let me go.
She had been a witness to the great massacre. It would be inconvenient to leave her alive. Especially since she had worked for Chisaki, who was now bleeding out in the residence.
— I’ve always told him you have more brains than beauty. — He grinned horrifically. — We didn’t come here with any thoughts of you. We only wanted to expand our... business. But Overhaul shared some interesting facts with us. We’ll aim higher than before. The council is too little. We’ll get rid of whoever needs to go and finally, proper order will prevail.
— Why are you telling me this? — the girl asked, drawing a dagger from under her cloak.
— Because the dead keep secrets! — With these words, the man lunged straight at her.
Eri squeaked and ran a bit further away. [Reader] barely avoided the strike. Kurogiri saw through her at the last moment and pulled back. He attacked again. He too had a short dagger. Apparently, he didn’t plan to take part in the attack at all. He was probably just supposed to support the others and now he had been given the task of finding the escapees. She swung again. The blade slid off his. She kicked the opponent. The man fell into the snow. She lunged for another attack and that was a mistake. He had only pretended to be defenseless. He swept her legs out from under her and now she was on her back in the snow. She was winded. She swung blindly and hit his side. The red stain was small but Kurogiri hissed in pain. In a fury, he knocked her weapon from her hand and pinned her to the ground. The girl couldn’t do anything. She helplessly watched as he raised his arm. Until a grimace appeared on his face. Moments later, he collapsed on top of her. [Reader] knocked him off. Behind him stood Eri. Her ragged breath formed a mist in the cold air. She was holding a rock in her hand. She had to hit the man in the head with it. She looked at the stone with disgust and tossed it aside.
— Are you okay? — [Reader] asked.
— I didn’t want to do it — her sister admitted — but I couldn’t let him kill you.
— He’s still alive — the girl said, checking his pulse. — I think you just stunned him.
It would probably have been wise to kill him but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had never taken a life. Besides, they didn’t have much time.
She mounted the still slightly startled horse. Eri settled in front of her. She tightened her grip on the steed’s sides and urged it forward as best she could. They had several days of riding ahead. Dawn was approaching. The sun was slowly rising over the horizon.
It was hard to tell if anyone would chase after them since it wasn’t her sister who was the main target of the attack. Had Chisaki passed on information about his research to the enemy? She didn’t know but she had to assume so.
She was also worried that Shigaraki wanted something more now than he had before. He had changed his plans. What could be better for him than influence in the council of nobles? She tried to remember everything she had heard about him before, piecing together what little she remembered from the rare meetings. When she finally understood the truth, she felt herself stiffen. It couldn’t be about THAT, could it? The highest power could only be held by the king. Even if, in theory, the country didn’t have a ruler at the moment, if one were found, they would surely rule over everything and everyone. And now, with the Shie Hassaikai mostly broken up, where would the factions go? To Tomura. He had a strong chance of declaring himself king. According to Kurogiri, he was ready to get rid of anyone necessary and he had said that right after the attack on the residence. Now, there was only one person whose death he needed for complete victory. The one who could undermine his efforts to ascend the throne because he was its rightful heir. Only Chisaki Kai could tell him where he was, as he alone, besides [Reader], knew he was still alive and could point to his location. She bit her lip and urged the horse along the side road. Eri was slowly falling asleep, resting her head on her chest. The snow still kept falling, erasing their tracks.
When spring comes, Overhaul won’t break into the palace, but Shigaraki will. And he won’t just be looking for Eri. He’ll also come for Katsuki…
