A/N: Welcome, all.
To the wonderful world of Frostbite.
Where you may never know what you’re going to get, what’s going to happen next, or really anything.
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and future chapters to come. There is going to be some MHA timeline divergence (the fact that the entirety of MHA happens within a year and these kids aren’t visibly traumatized by it is beyond me so it’s just an extended timeline especially for what I have planned), but most of the major events are going to stay the same.
Once again, I hope you read on and enjoy :)
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Hiro looked at you, his eyes bright in the dim night. He wasn’t frustrated, he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t even disappointed. You weren’t sure what he was.
You rubbed your bare arms in the chilly evening, inhaling the crisp air you were placed in. it was refreshing in a way,
“Okay, let me get this straight,” he said. “Your father. A Hubai man. A very--well, kind of--devout Hubai man. He marries you off, which is normal, but not to another fellow devout Hubai man. But to Todoroki Shoto!?”
“Yes?” You said in return. “I didn’t make the decision.”
“No, I know I…” he paused, taking a deep breath of the air outside, and you tried to calm yourself, tried not to look at the beautiful ring you were given. “It doesn’t make sense. He wouldn’t do something like that--ever.”
“That’s what I thought,” you said. “I thought he was from a different temple, since we’d seen each other as children, but…apparently not.” You turned and leaned on the balcony. “I didn’t realize it until we had a discussion about it--”
“Were you chaperoned?”
“No.”
If it were anyone else in your family that had asked that, you would have hesitated in answering, and even now you were unsure of how much he thought you upheld your own standards. “He walked me home, still does, when he can, and…we started talking. Before the Sports Festival.”
“That too. Why would your father engage you with someone that he knows won’t follow the Hubai customs of chaperoning, and the Week of Silence?”
“We’re not getting married until next year; we’ll still do the Week of Silence.” you revealed. “He’s still fifteen.”
“He’s what?”
“He turns sixteen in January.”
“Yeah. And you turn sixteen in March.”
“Hiro!” You scolded. “I turn seventeen in August.”
“Fine,” he conceded. “But we both know the truth.”
“That is my Dead Day,” you seethed. “Please respect it, if not for my image’s sake. You never know who is listening.”
He looked behind himself, and around, and down the balcony.
“There’s no one,” he said.
You let out a sigh of relief, but didn’t say anything.
“So…” Hiro said next. “Why?”
“Money.”
“That’s it?”
“Does he need another reason?”
“Simple human decency?”
“I’d consider Father engaging me to Todoroki-Kun at all to be a show of simple human decency,” you said, an unamused huff escaping you.
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