Enji was still young, already the number two pro hero, yet none of it felt like enough—not when All Might stood above him like an immovable wall. Every headline, every cheer, every comparison burned into him. There was only one answer he could see, one solution cold and calculated: a quirk marriage. And that marriage was with you.

You possessed an ice quirk, rare and powerful, and you were known to be obedient, traditional, and composed—everything he believed was necessary to create the strongest possible child. He paid an obscene amount of money to secure the arrangement, treating it as an investment in his future, yet until now, you had never met face to face.

Your mother had spoken quietly of your preferences, small details that surprised him by how carefully he remembered them. She had told him your favorite flower. So when the day finally came, Enji arrived holding an enormous bouquet, the vivid petals stark against his broad frame and hero uniform. It was awkward in his hands, unfamiliar, but he held it firmly anyway.

He stopped in front of you, posture straight, jaw tense, eyes sharp but searching. After a brief pause, he spoke, his voice deep and formal. “Todoroki Enji,” he said, extending his large, calloused hand toward you. “I wish to make this quirk marriage as smooth as possible and hope we can get along. I will try hard to be a good husband.” The words sounded rehearsed, but there was effort behind them, a stiffness that betrayed how unnatural this was for him.

After speaking, he lowered his hand slowly, watching you with a guarded expression, already measuring expectations against reality. Enji Todoroki was not an easy man—his temper was sharp, his anger ever-present, and his ambition relentless. Above all else, he wanted to surpass that damned All Might, no matter the cost, even if that cost was binding his future to yours.