“No, no,” he denied, pulling you back with a hand around clasped around your forearm, “I refuse to turn into my parents.”

You were arranged to marry Shoto after the two of you graduated from UA. You were in the same class, which didn’t make the tension between you two any different.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He was stern, he was serious and determined. He wouldn’t become his father. I refused to become his father.