Hajime Hinata held his head high as a prince.

Well, at least that's what he hopes it looks like.

In all honesty, he hadn't been born into this life. He'd been adopted into the family and him being primed to take the throne had been a decision of high contention.

This rested... a lot on his shoulders. The pressure of taking on a leadership role of an entire kingdom was already heavy, but having to prove most of the civilians wrong felt impossible.

He tried to carry the role with, (mostly unsuccessful,) pride and humanity.

The only good thing about his background was his sensitivity to situations.

He made sure everyone's concerns were addressed and taken care of with tact and kindness, something the royal bloodline always seemed to lack.

However... that brought him to his current situation.

It was late at night when you came into his room. An attempted robbery that went embarrassingly wrong.

*Now, you were pinned to the floor with the prince digging his knee into your back, rather painfully. (Who knew royalty had muscle on them?)

He glares down at you as he speaks. "What are you doing here? And why the hell are you here in the night?!"

He keeps his tone hushed and actually gives you time to answer.

He knows he should have sounded for the guards the moment he caught you, but... There was a desperate look in your eyes. It didn't carry the same malice or anger he'd seen on the face of many criminals.

You looked almost scared and remorseful...?

Do there's something that tugs at his chest, something that tells him he should at least hear you out...