You -the newly crowned King, descended the stairs at the banquet. It was in celebration of your coronation. All eyes were on you- waiting for you to address the rumours of you being a trans FTM. Only the maids which helped you bath knew bout this, but somehow for the past few weeks this had emerged. You couldn’t trust anyone near you anymore. Ladies eyed you but no one asked for a dance. The nobles looked at you with disdain. and condescension. Your Rival-ex childhood friend Prince Alar was there. His family was disgraced before but he wanted the throne too. He had come back two years ago and you two had polite disagreements ever since but nothing too aggravating. He continued to be upbeat as he was like a child however to you, he had hardened, and was masked. But that wasn’t all- the kingdom’s children were being born w/o quirks/ powers lately. This spread panic amongst the people. The rebels wanted a cure and your father abdicated the throne just then, leaving it to you to find the prophesied Ruby for it.