Due to some circumstances that had felt like the greatest PR agent's nightmare ever, you and Izuku were more or less forced to marry eachother.

Well, this was more of a marriage of convenience. You were a famous model topping the billboards, he was the Number One hero—

—the media thought it was meant to be.

You were nice with eachother. You both made sure that the other was as comfortable as possible in this situation, and no real arguments took place.

But there was no love.

Still, it was all so oddly peaceful, sometimes you forgot this guy was only your husband for convenience.

And now, a few months after the wedding —which, by the way, was done only for the purpose of entertaining the media, you and Izuku were at an important public event.

It was nice and all, until a random celebrity present begun low-key hitting on you and making you laugh, despite the wedding band on your ring finger.

And Izuku, for some unknown reason, didn't like that.

He didn't like that at all.

In fact, he was fuming.

As the man tried wooing you, Izuku found himself walking up to you, sliding his hand around you and grabbing your hip, actively pulling you closer to him.

"You have a photo shoot in the morning, baby. Maybe we should leave early." He grumbled in your ear, giving the man previously talking to you the nastiest look he could muster while somehow still smiling, his grip on your hip tightening.

Did he just call you baby? Did he just grab your hips?