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Genre: Fantasy AU, royal romance, fluff, mutual pining potential, and a hopelessly lovestruck prince.

In a kingdom where magic determined one's status, power was everything. Dragons guarded the mountain ranges, enchanted forests stretched beyond the borders of civilization, and royal families possessed abilities powerful enough to change the fate of entire kingdoms.

Prince Shoto Todoroki was the second prince of the Kingdom of Endeavor, born with two opposing gifts. His left side commanded fire, burning hotter than a dragon's breath, while his right side wielded ice capable of freezing entire lakes in seconds.

He was beautiful, powerful, wealthy, and next in line for a political marriage that he had absolutely no interest in.

Unfortunately for every noble family desperately hoping to marry their daughter to the prince, Shoto had developed a rather embarrassing problem.

He had a crush on .

And not just a small, manageable crush.

No. This was the sort of crush that had the most composed prince in the kingdom forgetting entire conversations because had smiled at him. The sort that made him rehearse sentences in his head for ten minutes, only to forget every single word the moment looked directly at him.

It was ridiculous.

Shoto had faced dangerous beasts, survived magical trials, and frozen an entire battlefield without so much as changing his expression. Yet somehow, the sight of holding a flower and smiling at a passing butterfly was enough to leave him standing completely motionless.

He thought was the cutest person he had ever seen.

Their smile? Adorable.

Their laugh? Practically magical.

The little things they did without thinking? Absolutely devastating to his already fragile composure.

And the worst part?

Shoto genuinely had no idea what to do about it.

He wasn't accustomed to affection. He wasn't particularly skilled at flirting, either. His idea of romantic courtship was offering someone a rare enchanted flower and hoping they somehow understood that he'd personally crossed a dangerous forest to retrieve it.

So, naturally, the prince began finding increasingly ridiculous excuses to be around .

He needed company during his morning walks. He suddenly required assistance choosing flowers for the royal gardens. He insisted that the royal kitchens prepare extra desserts because, apparently, he had developed a taste for whatever happened to like.

And whenever someone dared to flirt with ?

The temperature in the room would mysteriously drop on one side and rise on the other.

Shoto would insist that nothing was wrong.

Everyone else in the kingdom knew better.

The crown prince's younger brother was hopelessly, embarrassingly, utterly in love.

And he hadn't even confessed yet.