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slumped against the wall, hidden behind the open door, hitoshi palms himself.

the /entire/ council is being thrown in the dungeons. what the actual /fuck/.

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"better hurry up, or i'm kissing him first."

she's gone, just like that, hitoshi stumbling where she yanks the door from behind him.

he knows, in his heart, the threat wasn't that she'd kiss katsuki before she'd kiss hitoshi.

camie's pressed so thoroughly against him, her chest is starting to spill out of her dress and it's a hell of a distraction. but she doesn't call any attention to it. just presses in closer to trace her lips against his jaw.

she skims them slow and dangerous up until she's breathing in his ear.

her giggle is bright and cuts hitoshi deeper than any sword. it's not cruel, not by any means, but it is knowing and isn't that embarrassing? to be loved is to be known or something like that. he guesses it bodes well for their relationship.

"we, ah, we should probably wait for him. don't want him getting mad at us."

"mad at you, you mean."

hitoshi doesn't know if he even had a shot with katsuki, but camie has a point.

with strength of a stronger man, hitoshi manages to pull his hands from her waist. press his palms to the door, attempting to ground himself.

she's a menace and hitoshi is going to spend to rest of his life at her mercy.

what a way to go.

"so, do we consider it cheating if i kiss you now or like, do we gotta wait for him first?"

all the blood spinning in hitoshi's head drops south at a frankly alarming rate, leaving him lightheaded and twice as dizzy as he was before.

hitoshi's dizzied by tapestries and paintings blurring beside him and then he's slammed into a door. back flushed against grain as camie presses up against him.

it's hushed, but blunt and makes hitoshi chokes on his spit. he doesnt bother waiting for dismissal before he's pulling camie out a side door. they're barely through when the tides turn, camie dragging him down the hall in twisting turns, like /she's/ the one who grew up here all her life.

he's maybe in love. just a little.

and from the frantic tug of his sleeve, he'd say camie is too.

"well, like, bonus? my kids are gonna be super hot no matter what."

Bakugou who doesn't know / believe he's attractive. He doesn't really care about his fan girls (they just get in the way when he's working), but...

Maybe he's a little lonely.

Maybe he'd like someone to look past all his bravado and see the little softness he has left.

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those eyes cut through him like katsuki knows what he's thinking, that mouth slicing into a toothy grin. something dangerous that has hitoshi choking back a frankly /pathetic/ sound.

katsuki hasn't fully left turned away yet when hitoshi's hand finds his forehead.

of /course/ that's the prince, he looks just like the queen. they're all idiots, fucks sake.

they're casual. not entirely unexpected, given the type of kingdom aldera is. when hitoshi met the queen, she was the same. bright and casual and smiling like she knows a secret.

katsuki doesn't seem impressed. by the hall, by the political equivalent of begging the council is doing, by camie or hitoshi. just stands there with a scowl until the redhead slaps his shoulder, forcing the prince to ask for a room to clean from the trip.

hitoshi's ready to throw the council into the dungeons for this betrayal.

two.

two stunning spouses.

hitoshi's a little too shocked to really process the immediate fumbling from his council, his father, the guards.

camie is instantly smitten, her little gasp rolling into the closest thing to a purr hitoshi has ever heard a human make.

hitoshi can't even be mad. those fireside eyes burn him from across the room and he can feel himself starting to sweat.

the redhead clears his throat, slyly adjusting the crown with a knuckle, and announces the crown prince of aldera.

katsuki bakugou is a lean man, work clothes and work form and the lightest dusting of road dirt along his cuffs.

"sorry, man. his highness insisted on riding through lunch. i completely forgot to do introductions."

"we shouldn't /need/ introductions. we told them we would be here today."

"still royalty, man. let me do my job."

until the blond snarls at one of hitoshi's men for trying to search through his bag, the aldera guard popping up with a crown and an apology.