The gentle breeze of fall rushed throughout the kingdom, crisp orange leaves sweeping across the stone pathway that led up to the large castle that sat politely atop of a large and tamed hill. The wooden sign that read the name of the Midoriyas' bakery clattered against the harsh flooring below, the poor chains no match for the winds and gentle breaths of mother nature.

“Honey, could you fix that for me?” Inko, Izuku's mother called out from the back. It was obvious the shoddy craftsmanship of the chains has been witnessed more than once by his mother.

With a gentle smile, he nodded. Wordlessly, he made his way out from behind the counter, exiting the bakery with a gentle ring of the bell above the door.

“Hello, Izuku!!”

“Izuku!! How ya doin'?”

“Mr. Izuku!”

Him and his mother were fairly known around the town, with Izuku often helping others with a gentle smile and calloused hands. With a sheepish smile and a soft blush of embarrassment, he waved back before crouching down to pick up the fallen sign.

But when he rose, his eyes grew wide. And suddenly, he was on the floor again, with one knee pressed to the cold cobble below.

There you stood, the royal heir to the throne in an outfit far too common for one with a status as high as you had. In his handful of seconds he had his eyes on you, he could tell you meant no harm. Either that, or you were highly talented in hiding your true intentions.

He remained crouched on one knee in respect for you, fallen sign long forgotten as he placed a hand over his heart. While the others around bowed shortly after noticing your presence.

“Your majesty.” He greeted, tone gentle and warm.