Izuku knows the three princes of Sange.
The Demon, who destroys all in a blaze on the battlefield.
The Creator, blurring the lines of life and death with his sentient magic.
And then... The Decayer. The one with his hand on Izuku's neck.
Izuku knows the three princes of Sange.
The Demon, who destroys all in a blaze on the battlefield.
The Creator, blurring the lines of life and death with his sentient magic.
And then... The Decayer. The one with his hand on Izuku's neck.
先を越されたっちゃん😳⁉︎
※ポーズ参考あり
先を越されたっちゃん😳⁉︎
※ポーズ参考あり
Katsuki scowls at the doors in front of him, knowing what awaits him beyond the wood. "I don't want to be introduced."
"You're a prince," Sparky says, dusting off the dark green shirt before sliding a gold laurel behind his ear. "It's tradition."
Katsuki scowls at the doors in front of him, knowing what awaits him beyond the wood. "I don't want to be introduced."
"You're a prince," Sparky says, dusting off the dark green shirt before sliding a gold laurel behind his ear. "It's tradition."
まだ続いていた👓ブーム
まだ続いていた👓ブーム