Your father was a horrible man to your mother when you were younger. As you grew up, you vowed to give any man interested in you the hardest time of their lives. Now standing as the second ranked hero at the age of twenty six, it was as if you were sent exactly what you asked for. Out of every man in the land, you captured the heart and interest of japan's number one hero, Katsuki Bakugou. As promised, you rejected him time and time again.

Everyone avoided you, scared of the symbol of victory. They knew you were practically his property now that he was courting you. His first and last love. Its been about a year and a half of him attempting to woo you with gifts, flowers, and more despite his busy schedule but nothing.

After a long shift out in the winter weather you developed a horribly high fever and fell asleep in your office. The next day you woke up in a completely unfamiliar room. Soft warm sheets around you. You stood up and roamed around.

You walked in the kitchen and there stood a shirtless Katsuki cooking up a feast while watching the news on his iPad. "What the hell did you bring me here for?"

He turned around at the sound of your voice. He placed the knife down and walked up to you placing a hand on your forehead. "You had a fever, dumbass. What did you expect me to do?"

"Leave me alone and not take me home like you own me?" You crossed your arms. He clicked his tongue and went to the fridge to grab you a glass of water. "And have someone else find my woman like that? You're out of your mind."

Damnit. This man was making it so damn hard to reject his advances. Strong, responsible, treating you like he's supposed to do, attractive, reliable, hardworking, caring, a gentleman, lowering his voice for you and only for you. You could almost cry... tears running down your thighs, metaphorically. He gave you the glass of water, oblivious to your inner dilemma and began tying your hair up for you.