Fireworks Bakugou

Power Keg

"Last time," I said to myself in the mirror. The vanity in front was covered in expensive creams and cover ups. With shaking hands, I applied each of the products, careful not to put too much pressure on the discolored parts. My right eye, upper lip, and left cheek all were swelling, "After tonight I'm free," careful not to show any signs of crying. He would not like it.

I couldn't see myself anymore. After graduating from U.A in Japan at 18, I was assigned to the European division and had to say good-bye to my friends.

Class 1-A had become a second family to me since I was an exchange student from London. Those years at U.A were truly memorable considering the first-year, villains attacked on more than one occasion, being kidnapped was a regular basis, and internships lead to close encounters with top league villains. Those events however lead to me becoming strong and a capable hero just as all of my friends became.
After only being in Europe for six months, I became 2nd ranked hero in Europe, the citizens named me Solasta which I greatly accepted. It was like a dream, being a beloved hero and having been able to move closer to my father, my last remaining blood, who resided back in London. This dream was short lived however.

As much as I loved my father, he was an eager man. The nightmare started when my father introduced Dante.

Dante Fiore.

The most eligible bachelor in Italy and a partner to my father. Instantly, there was a connection. He was charming and persistent with making me fall quickly for him and blinded me with rose color vision. That's why I wasn't able to see all the red flags.

Dante came from a long line of powerful quirk users, he himself possessing a unique pyro-kinesis trait that made him well known around all of Europe. The only reason he was a bachelor was because he hadn't found someone worthy of himself. Unfortunately for me, being the 2nd best hero and being quite pretty, now I was a prize that he was going to have one way or another. Only after 3 months of knowing one another, I found myself saying 'I do' in a white dress to Dante. A quirk marriage. I have never regretted anything more in my life than saying those two words to that monster.

Dante began to show his true colors as soon as he had me behind closed doors. The fights between the two of us would turn violent with me always losing. When I went to my father he would always blame me for upsetting my husband. Telling me that Dante was important and he needed my support. At first, I couldn't believe my own father was accusing me but as time continued soon I began to believe every incident was my fault.

Soon I was no longer a hero, I was no longer Amelia, I became submissive under my husband's rough treatment and shrank away from the world. Before long, I accepted it as the norm, as my life. His forcefulness was his affection, his backhands became his kiss, his yelling was the normal. In no time, he convinced me to stay inside, that my hero work was causing him problems such as not having a wife to dote on him when he arrived home after a long day, or too many men involved in a mission which made him worry. Missions for me became less frequent until they stopped all together.

I allowed this to become my life while people wondered where I went. European citizens alike all worried for their hero. Had Solasta retired, had she died, had she been captured, all these rumors drifted until the next big story came. Soon I was a memory.
Each day became numb and predictable. Wake up from the night's massacre and cover up the evidence, watch the news while preparing breakfast, kiss Dante goodbye for work, clean everything to his liking and start on dinner, greet a pissed off Dante from work, be the root of all his problems, accept the rough punishment, and sleep only to repeat. This was every day until I was watching myself.

As a memorial service for their beloved hero the news had broadcasted one of my first interviews from a year ago. It was after I had defeated an illegal quirk user holding up a jewelry store. The confidence radiating off my past self and the smile plastered on my face made something snap inside. I watched it about five more times till I decided it was enough.
I was going to be free.