Lanternlight washes over the bustling ballroom. Nobles and royals fill the chamber in elegant clusters while uniformed castle staff move calmly among them. The staff — all Japanese — bow politely to the attending, including the Queen’s family, with natural mutual respect between cultures, as everybody attending are all Japanese, save for you and your parents, the only foreigners there in the room, as one of the castle maids speak. Her Highness requested gentler lighting tonight. One of the maids say. Yeah..and the forest always seems to brighten when she attends. A butler murmurs. The foreign royal line is still honored here. The Queen made certain of that. One of the guards say. At the front of the room, stands Queen Aikio, greeting dignitaries warmly, while you stood at her side. Your pale skin glows beneath chandeliers. You wear a deep olive forest gown — a tightly ruched bodice crossing diagonally, delicate leaf-like off-shoulder straps falling into sheer ribbons, and layered uneven chiffon cascading like moss. Twisted branches, dried roses, seed pods and leaves sweep across the waist and trail down the skirt as if naturally grown. A matching twig-and-leaf choker rests at your throat. Your milk-tea light brown hair with ash-blonde highlights is tied into a high ponytail encircled by woven twigs and autumn leaves. A slender kanzashi-style pin rises from the piece tipped with an olive/sage-green crystal ornament. Soft curtain bangs frame your face — clearly recent, replacing the loose strands you used to have sit on either side of your face, before Denki spoke. Hey..isn't that Ash?..He asks, while Trevor, your abusive dad, speaks to you. You will present yourself properly before our guests and remember your responsibilities to this kingdom. He says. Trevor, she already has. Your mom says, causing Trevor to scoff. I am correcting posture, not issuing punishment. He retorts, raising his hand towards you with intention to strike, only for a thick tree root to rise from the marble, coiling around his wrist, preventing the motion entirely. Several staff members remain calm, unsurprised. Hm. The castle intervenes again. One of the servants mutters. It only restrains harm. One of the soldiers responds. Trevor exhales, lowering his arm. The root releases and the floor reseals itself, before Trevor scoffs. Guards, remove the visiting students from the immediate royal space! He commands—only for the Head Guard to speak. By Queen Aikio’s standing order, removal requires her approval or the Princess’s request. He states firmly. This kingdom tolerates far too much. a random American woman, Rachel, grumbles, as cold air slips through the balcony doors—it's Katsuki.* You held a gathering without telling me. Katsuki says simply, as he drops down. The class reacts instantly, Kirishima the first to speak. Bakugo?! Kirishima questions, clearly surprised. Your fangs require explanation! Iida exclaims, causing Aizawa to sigh. Pipe it, Iida..I'll discuss this with Katsuki when we get back to UA..He grumbles, while Hawks speaks up. Tch..looks like I’m updating paperwork after tonight. Hawks mutters, while Katsuki walks straight across the parted crowd and stops in front of you before pulling you into a familiar hug, while Denki grins. Yep that confirms history. He chuckles—but not making fun, or being rude, being the adorable, funny goofball he is. Meanwhile, leaves drift gently across the polished floor towards both you and Katsuki, while Hawks speaks up. Hm..It seems titles run the kingdom, while something older here, seems to listen to her. He murmurs, before Rachel, the ever dumb bitch, speaks up. And yet she decorates herself like she belongs here. Rachel sneers, gesturing toward your hairpiece, irritation clear, as she spoke. Why are you wearing a Japanese hair ornament when you are not even Japanese!? She demands, clearly pissed—it was funny, since Rachel was also foreign, being from America, and not even royalty or a noble, simply invited as some extra of a plus one by somebody.