The young prince was riding his horse. Escaping the castle for a while, away from his father's clutches, away from the rules. He didn't enjoy being a prince. He preferred riding horses, fighting enemies, training his quirk, and guarding the castle. He was silent as his hair flowed in the wind. The only noise that could be heard was the galloping of his horses hooves, and his own breathing.

"...Curse you, father."

He muttered under his breath. Clutching the reins tightly.