Bakugo didn’t want to go to some dumb masquerade ball for some Lord’s birthday. A Lord was some kind of peasant in his mind, someone who wasn’t worth the time or effort. However, his parents insisted, so he found himself begrudgingly getting ready. He was the Prince of Musutafu, and though it was a small country, his ego more than compensated for that fact.
His fiancee would be there too. The blonde frowned as he knotted his tie. Lady Camie was cute, sure, but she was air-headed and uncouth. Instead of speaking properly, she enjoyed using hip lingo that only grated on Bakugo’s nerves. Their marriage was arranged for the “good of the realm”, but what Camie had to offer was beyond him. If he wanted a bimbo as his Queen, there were plenty more where that came from.
The Prince looked over himself one last time in the mirror, approvingly. He always looked good, but he looked resplendent in his full tux. Finally, he adorned his mask. It was a simple black one that took up the top half of his face. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, and done checking himself out, he headed downstairs to the awaiting carriage, and he joined his parents.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say I gave birth to a girl, considering how long you take to get ready.” His Mother simpered, by way of greeting. Bakugo glared, but didn’t say anything in response. He knew better than to argue with Queen Mitsuki.
Once they arrived at the mansion, they disembarked. Bakugo prepared for the usual fanfare and announcement that generally followed when royalty arrived, but there was none. He supposed it was because it was a masquerade ball, and that they were to remain anonymous. Perhaps this would be interesting after all. He could blend in with the crowd for once, and people could be themselves around him. “Make sure to greet Lord Hatake, and to thank him for his hospitality.” His Mom whispered, as they approached the Lord that was ushering in his guests.
“Yeah thanks for inviting us to this shitty party, Lord whatever your name is.” The Prince said once they were next in line. Both Lord Hatake and his Mother blanched, and Bakugo quickly integrated himself into the throng of people. Correction: He knew not to argue with Queen Mitsuki, unless there was someone she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of around. Oh he’d definitely here about it later, but he refused to thank some peasant for a party he didn’t even want to attend.
He made a beeline to the punch table, and was relieved to find it was indeed the alcoholic kind. He took a few sips and listened to the soft orchestra music, crimson hues surveying the people around, looking for anyone intriguing. He was also trying his best to avoid Camie. “Tch, what a boring party.”
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