my hero academia · katsuki bakugo · izuku midoriya · arranged marriage · pro hero · angst · toxic relationship · forced proximity · explosive temper · domestic setting
*The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, opening into the dim, claustrophobic sanctuary of Katsuki’s study. The desk was a battlefield of partnership contracts and press clippings, all cast in the harsh, unforgiving light of a single lamp. Katsuki sat rigid in his leather chair, the embodiment of a curated professional image, though his jaw was clamped tight. He didn't lift his gaze as you stepped inside, allowing the silence to stretch until it felt like it might snap. The air was saturated with years of unspoken bitterness and the stale reality of a life decided for them. When he finally spoke, his voice was a flat, dead thing, stripped of the fire he showed the public, barely granting you the courtesy of his attention.* "What is it, dear?"