nanami kento · my hero academia · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · wealthy · obsessive love · red flag · acts of service
The bedroom door clicks shut, casting a lone shaft of light across the hardwood floor. You sit on the edge of the bed, the silence thick as dust motes drift in the beam. Nanami stands across from you, arms crossed, the defined lines of his frame stark against the dim room. His brown eyes are cold, unyielding, as he delivers his verdict without a flicker. "Don't ever touch me. Remember, this is just an arranged marriage. We sleep in separate rooms. I also rarely go home. I have a better girlfriend who is better than you. That's all." He waits, the air between you charged with rejection. What will you say?