"Oi, wake up."

"..hm?"

You blinked tiredly, looking around as Bakugou sat cross legged next to you, holding his head in his hands.

"It's morning, we should get up."

"We-"

Both of your eyes widened as you quickly sat up, staring at each other as you shouted.

"You understand me?!"

"You can talk to me?!"

You squealed and jumped into Bakugous arms, hugging the prince as he almost fell backwards, using one hand to prop himself up. You kissed his cheek and he tilted his head to face you better, kissing your lips as his smile grew wider and wider.

"M-Maybe it had something to do with that drink?!"

"I don't know, but I'll thank the Gods later; right now-"

Bakugou leaned forward, toppling you both into the blankets as he hovered over you.

"Right now, I want to tell you everything."

Your heart pounded against your chest, pulling Bakugou back into a kiss as he kept his hands at your sides, inching further and further down until his body was brushing against yours.

"(F/N), I've wanted to tell you with full understanding for so long, I love you so much. You don't know how much you've affected my world."

"I love you too, Katsuki. I don't know exactly when it hit me, but I know you're one of the most important aspects of my life right now."

Bakugous lip quivered and you gasped, kissing him again and pulling him into a deep hug, running your hand through your hair.

"Pl-Please don't cry, Katsuki!"

"I'm not crying! Sh-Shut up!"

When he leaned back, you saw his reddening eyes, the splotchy red color filling his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and you laughed as he continued to growl at you. He pinched your cheeks and muttered a little threat, one you could finally understand as he hugged you again.

"There's so many things I want to tell you, and now-"

"Oi, wake up you two."

You both froze, looking around your surroundings as your eyes widened. The bed...was the only thing in the area. The world around you was dark and hazy; not the bedroom you had been staying in. You blinked slowly, looking back over to Bakugou as his eyebrows began to furrow, the blissful blush and excited expression leaving his face.

"It's...not real."

"No, no this has to be real. You're different than the Katsuki I talked to when we were separated."

"You talked to me?"

"...In my dreams."

Now you were the one hiding your embarrassed face, whining as Bakugou laughed and fought your arms away, pinning them at your sides so you couldn't hide yourself. He leaned down and pecked at your lips, chuckling quietly and with a saddened heartbreak in his tone.

"I'll admit, I talked to you too...in my dreams."

"Oi, (F/N)? ӉЄҰ, БДҜҴԌөҴ, ѠДҜЄ Ҵҏ..."

You looked at eachother again, the familiar voice of Kirishima echoing somewhere off behind you. You sighed and shook your head, kissing Bakugou once more, before pulling him into a tight hug, forcing him against you.

"We can ask Ochako. For now...just know that this has made me the happiest I've been since our night in Mirag."

"...Hah?! D-Don't just say thЇҋԌЅ ℓЇҜЄ tӉДt-"

Bakugous accent began to reappear, his eyes widening when his words came out in another language. You closed your eyes and squeezed them shut, burying your face in his chest as he nestled into your hair, both gasping and opening your eyes to see the world had returned to normal. You were clinging to each other, still laying in the warm bed as Kirishima had opened the door for more servants to enter the room. He looked at you with a smile, the smile slowly fading as Bakugou began to frown, growling under his breath as he tossed you out of his arms and against the bed.

"ԀДӍҋ tӉЄ ԌөԀЅ..."

"ѠӉДt'Ѕ ѠЯөҋԌ?"

The blonde shook his head, waiting for the servants to leave, but they didn't. All three of you watched as the four maids moved further into the room, gathering clothes from the dressers, until one spoke up.

"You three...at least one of you, can understand us, right?"

You looked at Kirishima and shrugged, slowly getting to your feet as you moved closer to the redhead.

"We both speak your language."

Two of the maids began to whisper, the third shushing them as the fourth smiled and gestured to a large mirror near the other end of the room.

"That is good! Would you please work with us to help you? We...uh, we are not sure if you know how these work..."

The clothes they held did look fancy, seeing the strings of a corset sending a chill down your spine. Another one of those. You nodded and went off towards the mirror with two maids, the women instantly jumping you as they began to change your clothes. The other two blushed as they held the pile of fabrics out towards Bakugou and Kirishima, the blonde muttering under his breath as he got to his feet and stood next to Kirishima. He muttered back in a whisper, keeping the smile on his face as the women grew closer.

"Ї'Ӎ ҋөt ѠЄДЯЇҋԌ ҒДҋҪҰ ҪℓөtӉЄЅ."

"ҰЄЅ, ҰөҴ ѠЇℓℓ."

"Ї'Ԁ ЯДtӉЄЯ-"

"(Ғ/ҋ) ЇЅ ѠЄДЯЇҋԌ tӉЄӍ ҒөЯ ҰөҴ, Ѕө ҰөҴ ѠЄДЯ tӉЄӍ ҒөЯ ӉЄЯ."

Bakugou felt Kirishimas eyes staring him down, clicking his tongue as the maid got closer, a look of fear on her blushing face. Kirishima tried to get them to relax, letting them knowing Bakugou was all bark and no bite. You tried to watch from the other side of the room, the two maids helping you conversing amongst themselves in whispers.

"I thought Egaby was in a completely different world than ours, but she speaks our language."

"You do know Egaby used to be a part of this country, right?"

"Well yeah, but it's not like that means anything, especially now, they've been isolated for so long-"

The maid looked up at you as she set your skirt in place, apologizing for speaking about you within earshot. You smiled awkwardly and told them it was okay, wincing as they began to tie the corset. You sighed and looked over again, seeing Bakugou fighting back as they forced him into a high collar, button up dress shirt, and you chuckled, hissing in pain once more.

"Are these clothes...for lunch with the King?"

"These clothes are for the day-"

One maid chuckled, the other immediately scolding her before answer your question. She briefly educated you on how royalty dressed in Enjeer, and how it was only slightly different from the upper class citizens. She commented on how the dress you were wearing was the princesses when she was younger, and you asked if they were talking about Shotos sister, making the two maids immediately quiet down. One finished tying the corset while the other adjusted your sleeves, both starting on your hair as they tried to style it, giving up with a sigh as the maids helping Bakugou and Kirishima called to them.

"We are done over here, we should go."

"W-Wait, where do we go from here?"

The maids gathered their things and bowed to you three, leaving you alone in the room once more. You sighed and looked in the mirror, turning your waist to watch the skirt twirl in the air. It was a long, light blue skirt with white embellishments, a slightly darker blue corset, and same colored sleeves that hung off of your shoulders, white lace decorating the edges. Another blue dress...maybe it was popular in the capital? You looked over and saw Bakugou and Kirishima, the redhead smiling proudly as he stood in a long black shirt similar to the ones you had seen the guards wearing. It's buttons were shiny and gold with the same, light blue and white cape covering his right shoulder, clasped with golden buttons and pristine, white gloves to match.

"You look beautiful, my princess. Now, come over here and compliment our prince, he's freaking out inside."

You stepped down from the small platform and moved closer, covering your smile as you looked at Bakugou. For the first time, you had seen him in a full shirt; a white button down with a blue vest on top. Tan pants, and real, beautifully crafted shoes. He struggled with the gold buttons, growling under his breath like a caged animal as you got closer and helped him undo the first two near his neck.

"So whiney."

"tӉЄҰ ҜҋөѠ Ї'Ӎ ӍЇЯДԌ, ѠӉҰ Ԁө Ї ӉДѴЄ tө ѠЄДЯ tӉЇЅ ЅӉЇt?"

"БЄҪДҴЅЄ Їt ℓөөҜЅ Д ℓЇttℓЄ ӍөЯЄ ҏЯөҒЄЅЅЇөҋДℓ tӉДҋ өҴЯ...өtӉЄЯ ҪℓөtӉЄЅ."

"ѠӉө ҪДЯЄЅ ДБөҴt ҏЯөҒЄЅЅЇөҋДℓЇЅӍ?!"

Bakugou fought the idea as he stormed towards the door with you and Kirishima, the redhead once again complimenting you as he opened the door and led you into the hall.

"Ignore him, we should look our best if we're getting these emigration badges."

"I think he looks handsome in whatever he wears, if that helps at all."

Kirishima smirked and nodded, telling the prince what you had said as a red hue washed over Bakugous face. He huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets, pouting as Midoriya and Uraraka met you down the way.

"Oi! Kacchan, Kirishima, (F/N)!"

"(F/N)!!"

Uraraka jumped at you and smiled widely, her witches cloak gone and revealing a dark brown and almost magenta color dress that matched your style. You smiled back and hugged the brunette, nodding as she spoke.

"Did that drink help you at all last night? We were so worried, and even though Deku said we went to bed, he stayed up an extra hour trying to write down everything he could think of."

"Oh, y-yes, it did help, a lot actually!"

She whined as Midoriya blushed, wearing a magenta vest to match the brunette. rubbing the back of his neck, he leaned back slightly as Bakugou got in his face.

"ѠӉДt'Ԁ ҰөҴ Ԁө ℓДЅt ҋЇԌӉt, ԀЄҜҴ? ѠӉҰ ДЯЄ ҰөҴ ѠЯЇtЇҋԌ ДБөҴt (Ғ/ҋ) ӉДӉ?!"

"ҋ-ҋөtӉЇҋԌ ℓЇҜЄ ҰөҴ tӉЇҋҜ, ҜДҪҪӉДҋ-"

"ЄДЅҰ ҋөѠ, ӍҰ ҏЯЇҋҪЄ-"

"Good morning, everyone."

Shoto Todoroki yawned and waved from further down the hall, accompanied by Iida Tenya. The Knight beckoned you all closer as you smiled widely, jogging over with everyone else and bidding the prince good morning back.

"Good morning, Shoto! How did you sleep?"

"ЅӉЄ ѠӉДt-"

"I slept well, but I heard you all had an incident last night. Was everyone okay?"

Kirishima and Midoriya calmed Bakugou down as you spoke with Shoto, explaining the nightmare you had and how Uraraka had helped you. Shoto sighed and nodded, ruffling his own still messy hair as he apologized.

"This castle has a way of giving people nightmares. I'm sorry if you experience anything else during your stay."

"It's okay! Uraraka has that medicine...which by the way, we need to talk about with you, Ocha-"

"That can wait, we're running late as it is."

"We're half an hour early, Iida..."

The knight forced everyones conversations to end as he led you down the stairs and along another hall, coming to a large wooden door that looked like it had been charred beyond repair. The halls pillars were crippling, one of the doors along the side boarded up and chain locked. You leaned closer to Shoto, whispering cautiously as Iida knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

"Did something happen here?"

"...Many years ago, yeah."

You wanted to push further, Neito Monomas words of rumors echoing in your head as you shook away the topic, following the Prince inside. Bakugou shuffled around the crowd, getting to your side as he grabbed your hand, pouting as he glared at you.

"Do not...let go."

"өҜДҰ."

You felt his grip on you tighten as you smiled softly, turning your attention to the main dining hall as servants stood along the sides. The room looked clean, but it felt like a facade, like it was only covering up the real decay like a thin sheet. You could see charred scratches on the wood and stone underneath you, the table chipped and hidden under a large decorative table runner.

"Welcome, everyone. You're early, but I supposed that means we can start early, too."

Shoto ignored his father, pointing to the table and telling everyone they can take a seat. The King gasped and stood up, calling to his son to not ignore him. You held back a shocked smile, glancing at Kirishima as he shrugged weakly. Was this the same King that had threatened you so long ago? Shoto rolled his eyes and sighed, taking a seat at the far end of the table, almost as far away as he could without sitting at the opposite end. You picked a chair near Shoto, Bakugou sitting across from the prince, and Kirishima next to him. Everyone slowly took their seats, the rows of servants gasping and whispering as you sat down adjacent to Shoto.

"She's sitting in the Queens chair."

"Who does she think she is?"

"Why did she pick a spot so close to Prince Shoto?"

"I can't believe-"

"Dismissed, everyone."

King Endeavor spoke up, his voice louder than the echoes of whispers as the servants shuffled out, escaping the room in an instant. You looked around nervously, slowly getting up, apologizing to the prince and the King, but Shoto grabbed your arm, practically forcing you back into the chair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's okay. You can sit there."

You hesitated, before nodding weakly, and sat with your hand in your lap, once again looking for some reassurance from Bakugou and Kirishima. The blonde sat there unaware, poking at the food already sat in front of him, before looking over at you, his hand still holding yours under the table. Kirishima smiled weakly and rubbed the back of his neck, nodding towards the other end of the hall.

"W-Well, we're pleased to make your...acquaintance, your Majesty-"

"No need for formalities, especially now when we're here together."

"Let's just get to the point, so we can leave."

Everyone turned with widened eyes as Shoto spoke with his mouth full, already digging into the lunch provided. He looked up at you and the others, before looking at his father, glaring across the hall. Endeavor sighed and nodded, calling for a servant as a maid came from the door nearby, stepping closer to Shoto as the Prince handed her the letter from Yaoyarozu Momo. The maid quickly moved along the table, handing the letter to the King before bowing and stepping back.

"This letter is from Langstons Lady Commander. It's her plea to set these three up with Emigration Badges."

Endeavor read over the letter, glancing over at the group across the table before rolling the parchment back up.

"The Egabian does not need one. I've been trying to reestablish Egaby as a part of Okamoto for years; her being in Enjeer is establishment enough."

You felt a warmth in your chest, staring down the King as he set the letter aside. You would be...recognized as apart of this country, again? That easily? After all these years? You bit the inside of your cheek and held back any tears that tried to well in your eyes, your grip on Bakugous hand tightening as he hummed in confusion.

"As for these two...well. Midoriya Izuku, you had already gotten yours a few years ago, correct?"

Midoriya nodded and took a drink from his glass, glancing over at Shoto as he spoke.

"Yes, your majesty. I was able to get one right away with Todorokis help! I haven't had to use it much...being from Okamoto originally."

Urarakas eyes lowered as Midoriya grew quiet, Endeavor nodding in understanding.

"I see. So just young Bakugou Katsuki here, and...Eijirou, right?"

"That's right, sir. Uh, your majesty-"

"It's alright."

Endeavor called for another servant, speaking quietly for only them to hear as they ran off, leaving the room. Everyone sat in silence until they came back, bringing a few pieces of parchment on a tray, along with a pen and what looked like a stamp for a wax seal. He set his plate aside and began to writing, scribbling away on the paper as Shoto looked over at you, nodding to his father.

"He's getting the forms written up, once these two sign it, he can send it to his papermen, and they'll officiate it all."

"That's wonderful. Will it really take days, like Hawks had said?"

Shoto nodded and you sighed weakly, shaking your head when he apologized. Bakugou watched Shotos expression, his eye twitching as a soft smile formed on the princes face. Bakugou lifted both your hand and his from under the table and slammed them down onto the wood, trying to get the other princes attention. Shoto looked over and down, still smiling as he looked back to you.

"I see you and Bakugou are getting on well, even here. He's not too stressed, is he? I'm sure it's difficult, being in the enemies capital."

"The enemy? Oh no, no he's doing fine, right, Kirishima?"

The redhead ripped at the small bread roll in his mouth and nodded, pointing to Bakugou as the blonde simmered angrily.

"Oh yeah, he's fine here, he's just kinda jealous and on edge because of Prince Shoto-"

Kirishima looked at Shoto and smiled weakly, the prince shaking his head.

"I understand. We've gotten closer lately, (F/N) and I-"

You felt your hair stand up on end as you looked between Bakugou, Kirishima, and Shoto, choking on your drink as Bakugou demanded a translation. Kirishimas eyes lit up with a faint glow, whispering in their own language as Bakugou shouted, jumping to his feet.

"ѠӉДt tӉЄ ӉЄℓℓ ЇЅ tӉДt ЅҴҏҏөЅЄԀ tө ӍЄДҋ?!"

"Ҝ-ҜДҪҪӉДҋ?! ҪДℓӍ ԀөѠҋ! ҋөt Їҋ ҒЯөҋt өҒ tӉЄ Ҝ-"

"tӉЇЅ БДЅtДЯԀ ЇЅ tЯҰЇҋԌ tө ЅДҰ ӉЄ'Ѕ ҪℓөЅЄ ѠЇtӉ (Ғ/ҋ) ӉДӉ?! ℓЄt'Ѕ ҒЇԌӉt, ЯЇԌӉt ӉЄЯЄ, ЯЇԌӉt ҋөѠ!"

"ҋөБөԀҰ ЇЅ ҒЇԌӉtЇҋԌ-"

"ЇҒ ҰөҴ'Ԁ ℓЇҜЄ tө ЅҏДЯ ԀҴЯЇҋԌ ҰөҴЯ tЇӍЄ ӉЄЯЄ, ѠЄ ӉДѴЄ Д ӉДℓℓ ҒөЯ tӉДt. ҋөt Їҋ ӉЄЯЄ."

Everyone froze as King Endeavor spoke, Bakugou forgetting he could speak their language for a moment, and sat down in a huff. You squeezed his hand twice, trying to calm him down he pouted and squeezed your hand back twice, acknowledging your attempt at relaxing him. Midoriya and Uraraka glanced at each other, sighing in relief as Bakugou finally quieted down. Endeavor watched the two of you, taking a drink from his glass as he saw your hands together, closing his eyes as he spoke up once again.

"Eijirou, have you and Bakugou sign the papers on the lines next to the Xs, then you six can go."

"Six?"

"I'd like a word with (F/N), alone, if that's alright."

Everyone froze up again, your eyes widening as the maid brought the tray over, holding it out for the two to grab their respective papers. Kirishima reworded to Bakugou the instructions, letting him use the pen first and showing him where to sign. Bakugou narrowed his eyes, a small smirk forming on his face as he tossed the pen back on the tray.

"ӉөѠ ҪДҋ Ї tЯҴЅt ѠӉДt ЇЅ ѠЯЇttЄҋ ӉЄЯЄ? Ї tӉЇҋҜ Ї'Ԁ ℓЇҜЄ ӍЇҋЄ ѠЯЇttЄҋ Їҋ ӍЇЯДԌ, ЇҒ ҰөҴ ҪДҋ."

Midoriya and Iida looked like they were going to pass out from the attitude towards the King, Kirishima trying to explain that he would read it to Bakugou if it was that big of a deal, but Shoto only laughed. His laughter echoed in the hall loudly as he held his stomach, trying to control himself as you face palmed.

"Y-Yeah, your majesty, you better accommodate to our guest, hah, my Gods."

King Endeavor stared at his youngest child, watching the genuine smile and hearing the genuine laughter leave his scarred son. A real smile. He smiled himself, starting to chuckle as he beckoned the maid back.

"Ї ҪДҋ ЯЄѠЯЇtЄ Їt ҒөЯ ҰөҴ, ЇҒ ҰөҴ'Ԁ ℓЇҜЄ, ҰөҴҋԌ БДҜҴԌөҴ-"

"Ѡ-ѠДЇt, tҪӉ...ҋө, ѠӉДtЄѴЄЯ. БЯЇҋԌ Їt ӉЄЯЄ."

Bakugou growled, his attempt at being difficult not going the way he wanted, and he snatched the pen and paper from the maid, making her gasp and step back. He scribbled his signature, not giving you a chance to see his handwriting as he handed the pen to Kirishima. The redhead sighed and apologized to the King, signing his own paper and quietly apologizing to the servant as well. She smiled weakly and moved back over to Endeavor, handing him the signed papers, before he waved her and everyone else away. Everyone stood from their chairs except for you and Bakugou, Kirishima putting his hand on the princes shoulder as he whispered, telling Bakugou what the King had said earlier. Bakugou shook his head and growled under his breath, pulling your hand closer to his chest.

"ЇҒ ӉЄ ѠДҋtЅ tө tДℓҜ tө ӉЄЯ, ӉЄ ҪДҋ ӉДҋԀℓЄ ӍЄ ЅtЇҪҜЇҋԌ ДЯөҴҋԀ."

Kirishima sighed, but the King allowed it, waiting for everyone to leave. Shoto stood still and stared his father down, until Iida came up behind the prince and put a hand on his shoulder, whispering that everything would be fine. Midoriya took one last look behind him, reassuring Kirishima as the redhead hesitated to leave, before the door closed, leaving you and Bakugou alone with King Endeavor.

"I don't mean to intimidate you, if you're worried about me keeping you behind."

"N-No! I'm not in-intimidated at all!"

You held up an awkward smile, your fear easily showing on your face as King Endeavor chuckled.

"I just wanted you to know specifically that we're having a ball in the next few days, by the end of the week."

"O-Oh? A ball? Like...a festival?"

He nodded, Bakugou looking between you two as he furrowed his eyebrows. Why didn't he fight to make Kirishima stay too? Who the hell is going to tell him what you were saying? Endeavor continued, finishing his drink and getting to his feet, making his way closer as his voice grew quieter. Was he...trying to keep something secret?

"I'm telling you because I figured you didn't know much about Okamoto culture, or what a Ball would entail. I also figured it would be good to let you prepare in time."

"How...will I prepare?"

Endeavor beckoned you to stand, leading you over to the door as he turned to you, his hands behind his back.

"I'll have servants show you basic courtship, dancing, and what to look out for during the event. I want you and your prince to act as our guests, but also as a display."

Display? He smiled down at you, gesturing to your hand still being held by Bakugou as the prince slowly moved to your side, then in front of you, as if he were protecting you.

"You two are an excellent case to show that our countries can get along, and that Egaby is truly apart of our people. I don't want to offend you, but I'm using you as an opportunity to further my argument that Egaby will once again be apart of Okamoto. It's...mostly for my own personal gain...and I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay, your majesty."

Your grip on Bakugous hand tightened, and you smiled up at the King, his eyes widening as your smile reminded him of one he hadn't seen in years.

"I don't mind being that. I feel like I've already been a spectacle since I began traveling, what's one more event? Besides, if I can help just by being here, that's enough to repay you helping Katsuki and Eijirou."

Endeavor laughed and nodded, thanking you for cooperating as he opened the door and led you both out in the hall.

"I'm glad you see it that way, although I'm sure deep down, it's annoying, being treated like a spectacle."

"It...does get old."

Kirishima, Midoriya, Uraraka, Shoto, and Iida were waiting down the hall, all of them perking up when the three of you came into view. You smiled and waved, beginning to jog towards the others, dragging Bakugou behind you. Shoto stared at the locked door across the way, his eyes turning slightly towards you as his face softened, gesturing towards another hallway.

"Now that we have some free time, how about we check out the Royal Library?"

"Yes, of course! We'd love to."

"...You'd love to."

You looked over at Kirishima, the redhead sighing as he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Sorry, Princess, but libraries aren't really our thing...especially on a country we've been hostile with for so long-"

"I'm sure we can find some picture books for you two to enjoy."

Everyone held back their laughter as Shoto spoke, Urarakas face going beet red and holding in a snort. Did he just say that?! Kirishima smiled widely, trying not to appear offended as he put his hands up in defeat, shaking his head.

"Fine, we'll go, but don't expect any help from us when it comes to research."

Midoriya tried to calm Uraraka down, exhaling to control his own laugh as you pursed your lips, shaking your head furiously as Kirishima mumbled for you to not take Shotos side. Endeavor went to speak to his son, but Shoto was already down the way, ignoring the King as he sighed and bid you farewell for now. You pulled Bakugou along, moving closer to Shotos side as you looked along the castle walls, watching it grow more and more undamaged.

"You said the Royal Library has information on Egaby, right?"

"Not much, but yes, some information."

"I'd like to look at it, it might help me understand my own past, if only a little."

"You could check out the section on Mirag too! I've even been allowed to add my own research in there, being from Mirag myself."

Midoriya smiled widely as Uraraka coughed under her breath.

"ҋЄЯԀ."

Bakugou scoffed and laughed, patting Uraraka on the shoulder as Midoriya whined, blushing while the brunette laughed and apologized. Iida stopped in front of a large set of double doors, holding his hand out to stop everyone.

"We're here, at the Royal Library. Please refrain from taking any books out of the room, and try to put everything back the way you f-"

"It's okay, Iida."

Shoto put his hand on the Knights shoulder as he opened the door, leading everyone in and leaving Iida behind. He pushed up his glasses and shook his head, following in last and closing the door. Your eyes widened at the sight before you; the Royal Library.

It was huge.

A large, two story room with shelves upon shelves of books, scrolls, and records. Tables sat around the center with candles encased in glass, large rolling ladders and carts filled with papers laid about. You stared up at the ceiling, seeing the beautifully decorated with the Gods from all generations displayed in a mural. A large chandelier sat in the center, reaching the railing of the second level, which was filled with even more books.

"This...This is incredible!"

"You think so? It's all information on everywhere, everyone, and everything, since the beginning of Okamoto."

Shoto smiled, happy to have impressed you as Kirishima and Bakugou glanced around, their eyes narrowing.

"ℓДӍЄ."

"ЅӍЄℓℓЅ ℓЇҜЄ ℓөЅЄЯ Їҋ ӉЄЯЄ."

"Їt'Ѕ ЇҋtЄЯЄЅtЇҋԌ, ԌҴҰЅ."

Midoriya smiled and went straight for a section he had already familiarized himself with, leaving everyone in the dust as Uraraka followed behind. Shoto offered to show you the section on Egaby as Bakugou dropped your hand and sat down at the table, laying his head tiredly against the wood. Kirishima sat across from him, whispering something in their own language as you went off, following the prince.

He led you up the stairs and towards the front of the second level, gesturing to a small shelf with only a few books, the spines all burnt and torn, bent and ripped pages sticking out from the tops. Your excitement faded, your heart sinking as you whispered.

"This...is it?"

"I told you, it wasn't much, but it was all they could save from the fires."

You sighed and grabbed all of the books; all three of them, and climbed back down the stairs, tossing them onto the table and sitting down next to Bakugou. You hummed and snapped your fingers, asking Shoto if there was a book for translating between your languages, and he nodded, asking Iida to grab the volume from the back of the first level. He bowed and jogged out of sight, coming back with a large dictionary as he dropped it in front of Bakugou, startling the prince. The blonde looked over, glaring at Iida, before looking back at the book, his eyes widening.

"Їt'Ѕ tӉЄ ЅДӍЄ өҋЄ tӉДt ӍөӍө ԌЇЯℓ ӉДԀ Їҋ ℓДҋԌЅtөҋ. ҰДөҰДЯөѯҴ өЯ ѠӉДtЄѴЄЯ."

"өӉ, ҏЄЯҒЄҪt! Thank you, Iida, Shoto."

Kirishimas and Bakugous sour attitudes finally dissolved as they became distracted with studying, making you sigh with relief as Midoriya came back carrying a stack of books taller than his head, Uraraka using her magic to make even more float above them before dropping them all onto the table. Midoriya panted and rested his hands on the table after setting the pile down, collecting his breath as he pulled out his notebook.

"Okay, this...this is everything that has to do with the League. All records of their existence, eyewitness accounts, captured members...everything."

"That's...a lot of information."

"Luckily it's been so taken care of."

Midoriya sat across from you with a smile, his carefree expression immediately fading when he saw you staring deadpan back, your three half destroyed books about your own history and culture.

"Uh, b-but you know, I bet there's information in here about Egaby too! Seeing that they worked with the League-"

"That's not helpful, Deku."

Uraraka elbowed the Knight, making him apologize as you shook your head and shrunk back, turning open the first book with a defeated sigh.

"No, it's okay. That's better than having no information at all."

"(F/N)."

You turned to Bakugou, hearing your name as he glanced down at his own book, clearing his throat.

"I want to make love to you again."

The room went silent, until Kirishima and Uraraka howled with laughter, Midoriya choking and hiding in his book, while Shoto and Iidas eyes widened in shock. You felt your body tense up in embarrassment as you slammed your fist against the table and shouted.

"Sh-Shut up! What the hell?! Eijirou! D-Don't teach him that!"

"I-I didn't teach him that! The book did!"

You whined loudly and tried to take the book away, Bakugou laughing as he held it out and away from you, smirking as he kissed at your cheek.

"(F/N) loves me, no lie."

"No I don't, I actually hate you."

You fell back in your chair with a groan and covered your face, burying it in the book as you inhaled the scent of old parchment. The blonde continued to laugh and Kirishima praised him, Iida trying to keep everyone quiet, just in case someone else was in there trying to study.

"Everyone, please, there might be others in here."

"No one else is allowed in here, there's nobody-"

"Actually, there is."

Everyone turned to see a man standing near the back, his eyes tired and irritated. You gasped and stood up, almost knocking over the chair as you called out.

"A-Aizawa?"

"And me-"

The familiar purple haired boy from so long before poked his head out, another, smaller figure behind him.

"Hitoshi?!"

Iida bowed and apologized for the noise, but Aizawa shook his head, brushing everyone off. He held a book under his arm as he led Shinsou and a small girl towards the door, nodding in greetings to each of you.

"Sorry, but we were just leaving. Please ignore us."

"W-Wait, Hitoshi-"

"Is that (F/N)?"

Before you could speak, the three were out the door, Aizawa not answering the girl. Everyone winced as the door slammed behind them, Shoto leaning back in his chair boredly, shrugging off Iida as he tried to scold the prince for not listening.

"He must've been here to research something. Sorry, Iida."

He looked up at the Knight as bowed his head, his arms crossed as you slowly sat back down. You wanted to speak with both of them again, and who was that little girl? She looked no older than your siblings at home. You sighed and shook your head, slapping your cheeks once as you glared down at the book, seeing its faded and discarded title.

Okay, time to focus.