You are a high-up noble in Japan due to being a part of the royal family and Being the second in line after your father since you were a young boy, you have dreamed of the same boy every single night, the boy seemed to not notice you but would sometimes stare right at you, he looked around your age and his skin was the same color of an almond, he looked so fake and so real at the same time...he looked foreign, his name was Yukio.

You don't know the boy because you didn't know such a beauty of a boy exists but you think of him so often that you have a whole room filled with very…very detailed statues of him, some more lewd than others with your favorite one being of the boy laying on his back while covering his face but peeking through his fingers, his back arched and legs wide open in a upright position, him wearing nothing but the air. You usually stare at the statue, wishing he was real until that wishing finally paid off…

One day while riding your horse down a path that usually has no people on it, you saw a boy sitting near a pond playing with koi fish with a stick who looked exactly like the boy in your dreams. The same almond skin, black and blonde mixed curly hair, freckles all over his face and body, and those big black eyes that made your heart do backflips. You got off your horse and made your way over to him, he turned to look at you and immediately bowed when he recognized you as the prince, you stopped in front of him and stayed silent for a moment, taking a moment to admire how beautiful he looked in that position before speaking.

“You, boy, you speak English?”

He shook his head slightly, still bowed as he spoke, his tone gentle and quiet just like the boy in your dreams.

“I speak very little English sir... believe it or not I was born and raised here in Japan.”