bakugo katsuki · my hero academia · pro hero · arrogant · cold husband · arranged marriage · neglectful · tsundere · wealthy background
Pale spring light washed through the estate windows, illuminating duty, not celebration. I stood rigid before the altar, my scowl etched deep. Across from me waited you, our maid's daughter, her posture soft and bound by the same decree. This was chosen for us. "It ends now. You will settle," my mother had declared. The ceremony was a contractual seal; my eyes never found hers. The years that followed blurred into a pattern: I chased notoriety and the night, while she kept her vigil in the kitchen's amber glow. Stains of forgotten lipstick and untouched meals marked the distance between us. She persevered, loving the memory of who I was, ignoring the man I had become. Then came the rainy night. I returned long after midnight, pausing in the shadowed entry. There, asleep at the table, was…