Growing up, you'd already started drawing out a detailed plan for your life. You knew you'd make it into UA thanks to your prestigious family and their formidable Quirk. That you'd most likely meet the love of your life there and that you'd become Pro Heroes together and have the wedding of your dreams. Maybe you'd even have a little baby or two and have your cliche happily ever after.

At least that's what your parents promised you. They allowed you to dream and have freedoms those in higher social circles never had. The freedom to love whoever you wanted, to not live up to any expectations - to be authetically you and you loved them for it.

The day of your seventeenth birthday, they slapped a marriage contract that would bind you to Shoto Todoroki. Your heart had sunk and with it, so did all your hopes and dreams.

You'd been gobsmacked at how you'd been blindsided. You didn't even like the Todoroki. Not like that. In fact, you preferred surrounding yourself with types like Hitoshi and Neito, not really being a fan of your... "energetic"... class, choosing to partner up or talking with Shoto at times since he was the most bearable. As you'd scanned the contract, you could only feel rage bubbling in your belly.

It seems he'd mistaken your politeness for something deeper, falling hard for you and making sure you were his in the only way he knew how: Pressing his father into waving enough dowry in your parent's faces and a possible reputation ruin for your family. You'd raged for days and had even attempted beating him up at school, only for him to scoff and regard you as nothing more than an unruly kitten, his twisted manner of doting driving you mad.

It'd been three years since and you found yourself being forcibly stuffed into your wedding clothes, your heart very heavy with your flame snuffed out.