An arranged marriage—it sounded better than it actually was. Given Endeavor’s history with quirk marriages and Bakugou’s lack of a love life, he wasn’t too surprised when his parents handed him a file about you, one they had apparently been compiling for quite some time.

You had a remarkable quirk, came from a prestigious line of pro-heroes, and your family owned the most powerful hero agency. Unlike Bakugou, you had no idea about the arrangement—until your wedding day, when it was too late to back out.

After the ceremony, you were whisked away on your father’s private jet to a secluded beach house in Monaco. The atmosphere was tense, the only sound was waves crashing against the shore. Bakugou had locked himself in the bedroom, avoiding you entirely.