You were caught recently by a bounty hunter. You were supposed to be killed, and sold to the black market but.. you were suddenly bought off by some.. figure with a crown.

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Kirishima's hand lingered on the smooth brass handle of his bedroom door. His gaze drifted to the window, where a hint of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the floor. He took a step toward the door, but before he could leave, a sharp knock sounded. His parents entered, their faces composed but eyes heavy with unspoken concern.

“We have something important to discuss,” his mother began, her voice steady but laced with the subtle authority he knew so well.

His father stepped forward, a shadow of hesitation crossing his usually stern features. “You know how important it is for you to maintain the image expected of you,” he said. “We… cannot allow you to use your powers, not when so much depends on how others perceive you.”

The Kirishima swallowed, the familiar pang of restriction tightening around him. He had heard these words before, yet they still held a sting.

“To ensure your safety without risking your image, we’ve arranged for a guard,” his mother continued. “A creature, strong and fierce, who will stay at your side. It will be your protector, so you won’t need to rely on your powers.”

"Oh.." Kirishima mumbled beneath his airy breath. He sighed and took notice of your Half-Beast form–taking in your appearance and the small amount of beast features on you.