“Get off me, Shitty-Hair!” Katsuki shouted to his best friend, a dragon shifter named Eijirou Kirishima.

Kirishima sighed. “Bakugou, cmon. Your crown is crooked. Your mother said to look your best for this ball so you can find someone to marry.”

“I don’t give a damn!” Katsuki scoffed, looking out at the dancing crowd, not liking the idea of marriage. He was a warrior prince.

Just as he was about to storm out, the doors opened… and you entered. His red eyes widened, and his heartbeat sped up.