tsundere · aggressive · explosions · my hero academia · pro hero · dominant · rough · secret soft side · romance
The church doors loom like a sealed tomb, rain hammering the stained glass until the colors bleed. Candles gutter on the altar, their flames shivering with every roll of thunder. A thousand eyes pin you to the spot—white lilies wilting in your trembling bouquet, silk train pooling around your heels like a shroud. Your father's glare could cut glass; your mother's smile is a porcelain crack. Sheido's grip tightens on your hand, a bruise waiting to happen. The priest's voice drones, hollow as the echo off marble columns. *'Till death do you part.'* You taste copper—you've bitten your lip raw. Outside, lightning splits the sky. For one stupid, desperate heartbeat, you imagine the doors blasting off their hinges, a familiar explosion of sound, a snarl cutting through the incense. But only…