strangled

beginning

note: this story takes place in an alternate universe where izuku took a swan dive off of a roof due to bakugou's bullying.

You hate being stuck in this situation.

Sitting and staring at all the prestigious, stuck-up, rich people dance around in a ballroom designed for royalty. Truly, you don't know how you haven't gotten accustomed to this kind of scene over the past few years. It has been over ten years since you had been introduced to this lifestyle by the one and only number one hero himself. Yet somehow it still felt strange, discomforting.

You hated being here more than anything. But, for the sake of the marriage, you had to keep your mouth shut.

Bottle up your emotions inside because who would actually care? Not your husband and definitely not your shit father-in-law.

Times like this caused the depression you once had to deal with, but they both made it clear. It was time to suck it up and get over it. Nothing would change no matter how much you hoped it would.

Nothing's going to change. It took you a while, but you finally realized it.

Looking to your left side you see your husband of two years, Shouto Todoroki, wearing his hero costume as he has a conversation with another pro hero, Hawks, about crime rates or something like that you honestly weren't really paying attention. Shouto recently returned from taking care of some kind of business back at the house. Before he left he only said he was going back to the house. You gave an uninterested nod. That was the longest conversation you had with him in a while.

Hawks has been glancing at you and sending a smile your way every few seconds, briefly pausing from the conversation. You don't know why he's doing that but you appreciate it.

The gesture is at least keeping you awake and you have no choice but to look forward to seeing his next flash of a pearly white smile.

Shouto Todoroki sends a look your way when he notices a particular smile Hawks gives you.

You only give Shouto a sour smile before looking away, going back to watching the people dance.

Tomorrow would be your third year anniversary but most likely the man wouldn't even care.

His father sits next to him.

No words could describe how much you hate that man. Everything about him has always irked a rage-filled anger inside you every time he came in your radar. There was nothing about him that you could even try to like.

He's the entire reason why you're stuck in this god-forsaken relationship. He's the reason why you haven't had a genuine smile on your face in years.

Shouto was never the main problem, his father was.

Endeavor was always close to you, yelling at you, breathing down your neck in every movement you do to make sure you don't do something that'll cause slander to his family's name. It was like walking on a tightrope.

You only realized recently that he had taken advantage of your abusive parents to force you into an arranged marriage with his youngest son.

Before you met that giant man you had briefly admired him. However, that positive view of him was short-lived. You had an unpleasant discovery as soon as he opened the door to let you into his house fourteen years ago.

Other people your age are out partying, drinking, having fun, getting their own jobs while the only thing you're allowed to do is give birth to Shouto's kids... scratch that, more like you're only allowed to give birth to Enji's grandkids.