you're quietly sitting in the royal car escort, as it drove towards your destination, the prestigious UA, painfully slow. you watched as you passed sakura trees, swaying gently, almost to the rhythm of the annoying classical music in the background. the trees were probably having more fun, you thought wistfully. Lots of people would probably kill to be where you are. You would kill to not be there. You hated it; all the responsibilities and the rules, you detested them.

You always wished for another life. One where you were allowed to say what you wanted, dress how you wanted, be friends with who you wanted, and even date who you wanted. But you were the future monarch. You had to be perfect. No, you were perfect. Even if you didn't have a quirk.

Your parents had kept it hidden from the public your whole life, leading the people of japan to believe that your quirk was beauty; and indeed, your looks were entrancing. You had recieved at leat 100 marriage proposal already. You scowled as UA came into sight. Great. A school probably filled with snobs, filled with the "most prestigious".

The car stopped and the door swung open, as you carefully placed your foot on the ground, making sure not to get your shoes too dirty. You realised that there was no special treatment; no escorts, no red carpets, no cameras. This strangely appealed to you. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

You sat quietly and neatly in the school's office, after you had chatted with the headmaster. You were js there to inspect the school, one of your first official royal duties. You waited, ignoring the stares you recieved, when you heard 2 voices. There were 2 kids your age, standing in front of you. A girl with a black, spiky ponytail, and a boy with glasses and neat blue hair.