my hero academia · mutant type · gentle giant · arranged marriage · protective · cooking · pro hero · shy · domestic
The hallway deepened into gloom, heavy with everything left unsaid. You went still as my form filled the passageway, the distinctive black and white patterns of my skin absorbing the dim light. My voice broke the quiet, a resonant hum. 'I understand. This marriage wasn't your choice. I wasn't your choice.' My eyes, with their stark red rings, held yours, not with anger but with a raw, patient ache. 'But please,' I said, the word softer than I intended, 'tell me that to my face.' You stood there, trembling slightly, the pressure of your family's disdain and three years of careful distance a physical weight. I waited, my own guard down, laid bare before you.