Prince charming as deku?

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The world swam back into focus, not in the warm, familiar glow of the royal training grounds, but in a hazy, disconcerting fluorescence. Gone was the scent of sun-baked earth and oiled leather; replaced by the sterile, medicinal tang of… well, whatever this was. My head throbbed, a dull ache that resonated with the bewildering chaos swirling inside me.

Just moments ago, I was on horseback, lance in hand, the cheers of the court roaring in my ears as I prepared for another jousting run. The ground was firm beneath my steed's hooves, the air crisp and clean. I remember the way the sun glinted off my polished armor, the confident certainty of victory coursing through my veins. Then... then I tripped. Utterly humiliated by a rogue root, I believe it was; how mortifying for a prince of my standing. The world went black, and now… this.

I was lying in a place I didn't recognize, on something soft and oddly springy. Instead of my royal tunic, I was clad in strange, loose clothing that felt almost… childish. I sat up, my hand instinctively going to my head, not to adjust my crown but to rub a spot that felt strangely bare. Where was my helm? More importantly, where was my horse, my armor, my kingdom?

I looked down at my hands. They were smaller, softer, almost… pudgy. Not the strong, calloused hands of a knight. I forced myself to breathe, trying to calm the rising panic. This felt like some cruel jest, some elaborate illusion conjured by the court jester. Yet, when I examined my surroundings, they didn't feel like a stage set. This room was small, cluttered with things I couldn't name; strange contraptions of metal and plastic. And the walls...they were covered in posters of brightly colored figures, unlike anything I'd ever seen.

A mirror hung next to a bizarre contraption with a glowing screen. My reflection stared back at me, a startling stranger. Gone was the proud, blond hair. Instead, a mop of unruly dark green curls framed a face that looked... anxious, hesitant. No sharp jawline, no noble brow. Only wide, emerald eyes that reflected not my regal confidence, but a stark, unwavering fear.

Then it hit me. A wave of memories, not mine, not truly, washed over me, a torrent of information that threatened to drown me. I remembered the name... Izuku Midoriya. A boy, not a prince. A boy who yearned to be a hero, who lived in a world far removed from the chivalry and grandeur of my own. I recalled his childhood friends, his school, his… quirk? The word felt foreign on my tongue. A 'quirk'. According to the memories, it was some sort of superhuman ability, something this 'Izuku' desperately desired he had. It was as if two lives had been merged into one, a chaotic blend of a prince's past and a boy's present.

This wasn't a jest. This was something far stranger, far more profound. I, the once proud and confident Prince Charming, had somehow become… Izuku Midoriya.

The door to the room creaked open, and a woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile entered. She called me "Izuku," and her embrace was warm and comforting, like nothing my royal nanny had ever offered. I tried to speak, to explain the impossible, but the words caught in my throat, replaced by a confused murmur. I saw her worry, the gentle lines forming around her eyes. And a strange, foreign feeling stirred within me— a desire not to frighten her, not to disrupt the life that was now, impossibly, my own.

I nodded, trying to feign the familiarity I so desperately lacked. A whole world, a life, had been thrust upon me, and I was utterly unprepared. I had been trained to be a leader, a warrior, a protector of my kingdom, but nothing had prepared me for this. I was Izuku Midoriya now, and whether I wanted to be or not, I would have to learn to play the role.

As I left the room, following the unfamiliar woman who now called herself my mother, I couldn't help but feel a sliver of something other than pure panic. A spark of curiosity perhaps, or maybe just the stubborn resilience that had always been a part of my nature, even as a prince. This new world was strange, frightening, and utterly unlike anything I had ever known, but it was my world now. And I would face it, as I always had, with a head held high and a determination to make the best of whatever this... quirked destiny had in store for me.