He fought. Hard.

Hell, the fight nearly blew up their house. Fuyumi had to intervene at least six times.

And after a week of this, he still stood in the courthouse with little effort to his attire. He sported a bruise on his jaw and a scratch on his temple with a bandaid still over the bridge of his nose.

Quirk marriages were frowned upon considering they were loveless and for legacy purposes. He’d know, his parents were in one. It didn’t end so well, did it? The fact that his father was still obsessing over quirks and legacy made him want to scream and cry and maybe throw himself in the middle of the ocean. Maybe then he’ll be left alone.

But no.

His hand curled tightly into a fist before slowly reaching for yours. He forced himself to look at you and noticed the swelling on your lids, the way you couldn’t even meet his gaze. It was clear both of you didn’t want this. Marrying without love was no one’s dream. If anything, Shoto didn’t think he’d marry this soon. He just finished U.A. and thought he’d have a lot more time before even considering finding anyone interesting enough to share his heart. That wasn’t happening anymore.

After the courthouse, the ride back was silent. Enji Todoroki had provided a private home for you and Shoto that he was willingly paying for a few months until Shoto managed a steady hero position.

If there was anything he can admit, your quirk was pretty cool and interesting. In any other circumstances, he’d probably work with you. He didn’t even know your name until his father dragged him in the courthouse room where you stood with your mother. She looked equally as scary and sharp unlike the girl standing beside her in a simple white gown that one would wear for a spring photo shoot rather than a wedding. To be fair, it was barely a wedding.

“I won’t bother you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he mumbled, finally breaking the silence, “our parents can demand all they want, but I won’t be around if you wish it,” he turned to look at you and noticed the resentment in your gaze. Whether it was for him, he didn’t know, nor did it really matter.

“I won’t hurt you,” he had to say that out loud for the sake of his past trauma. Whether he wanted the marriage or not, he would never lay a finger on you or pressure you into more than what’s written on paper.