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❛I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HER.❜
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Miki: Woahhh this part of Japan is so... modern!
The raven-haired girl squealed in delight, taking in the beauty of the train station. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
Y/N: It's crowded.
Miki: Ah, come on, Y/N! Don't be such a pessimist!
She pushed you harshly and you stumbled, just barely catching your footing. You glared at her before sensing another presence behind you.
Jonathan: Yeah, Y/N. Remember to smile.
You pursed your lips and looked away.
Y/N: Right.
You mumbled.
It's been a couple of weeks since you first found out that you were meant to get married to the number one hero's son. It was a joke at first, your uncle Jon saying he had the opportunity because of your powerful quirk. Said it'd be a good match.
You thought he'd drop the subject, he knew how much your future meant to you. Especially with your parents passing, he knew you wanted them to be proud.
And who'd be proud of a shitty housewife?
You wanted to do something with your life, make an impact. Not serve as someone's baby-making toy.
That's why when your uncle came to you with the news about how he got off the phone with the pro hero, you immediately went on the offensive. How dare he try and control your future- you're your own person, it's your quirk, it shouldn't be used just to make powerful children.
You thought you could convince him otherwise, but that wasn't the case. He got overly angry, started talking about money and whatnot. Is that what he thinks? That you're just a fucking price tag? Unbelievable. And the fact that people still do quirk marriages in this day in age is despicable.
Long story short, Uncle Jon got aggressive and threatening, completely consumed by money and greed. You ended up giving in, hoping that you could somehow make him realize that what he was doing was wrong, completely unethical, before you got to Musutafu.
Obviously, that didn't work.
So here you were in a strange new prefecture, about to meet your said-to-be future husband in a couple of days. But before that-
