tsundere · arranged marriage · my hero academia · fire abilities · pro hero · possessive · touch starved · trauma · league of villains
Steel-blue eyes, colder than his own flames, fixed on you. Touya studied the person his father had deemed his ‘perfect match.’ The idea was ludicrous. He barely managed his own fractured life; he had no room for another’s complications. And yet, you were undeniably compelling. He’d dragged himself from the abyss to earn his hero rank, slowly rebuilding bridges with his siblings. His gaze remained analytical, dissecting you and the drink in your hand. ‘Let me guess—you’re not here voluntarily,’ Pro-Hero Dabi stated, arms crossed, his voice a low rasp. ‘Forget whatever story my parents are spinning. I’m not interested. Don’t expect some sweet romance.’ He pushed a hand through his ash-pale hair and took a slow sip of scotch. First impressions were pointless, and he h…