Cardinal Kings- East (Deku/ Izuku)

Kagome the Mortal

Izuku shoved a set of clothes into Kagome's pen with painfully controlled force, (a sign of animosity), turned her human, and then left without so much as a word to the trembling girl. No thank you? Jesus.

Kagome gratefully pulled the new clothes on, an ironic amusement in the fact that Izuku seemed to know just her style. They were men's clothes, but with a corset to go over her shirt, as well as a warmer jacket made of what looked like rabbit fur— she wanted to know how he even managed that, but was a little scared to ask— to cover the thin material of her shirt. The pants were leather, and it seemed that she was able to move around a lot more in this.

There was also a hair ornament that she figured she could use to tie her hair up, so she put her hair into an odd sort of bun-ponytail, where the ends of her hair frayed out to the left side of her face. She finished with that, all in her cramped little cage, when Izuku knocked. "May I enter? Are you decent?" Okay, remember... we're gonna be civil, Izuku. She just got stuck here because of Miruko.

"Yes, erm... Ye-ah?"

Izuku entered the room, shut the door, and looked at her cramped figure, rolled his eyes before internally scolding himself, and opened the pen to release her. "There's some things we need to talk about, Kagome, so please, take a seat." Izuku gestured to the chair across from him as he sat in his own.

Kagome followed his directions, and eyes downcast respectfully, she mumbled a word of gratitude for her clothes. Izuku felt himself soften.

"It's fine." He crossed his legs, and interlaced his fingers, not quite glowering but just a moment's notice from incinerating the girl with his eyes. "I'm asking you this once. If your answer doesn't please me, I won't smite you or anything, but I want to know how you feel about... well, the Summit. If I marry you, we aren't allowed to get divorced. Todoroki clarified this for me, I thought divorce may be an option, and as it happens, it is not an option. I'm not asking whether you love me or not, but I want your thoughts on it."

"..." Kagome remained silent, but her mind was rushing. Her ears felt like they were on fire. I— ANOTHER MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCE?! "How do I think or feel about you? Or about the marriage?"

"Both."

"I've told you my circumstance of how I got here. One marriage... I don't ever want to be part of such a thing again. I do not want to get married." Izuku was taken aback by her strong opinions and felt his heart flutter a bit. "On the matter of how I feel about you, I... I think your reactions have been justified. And you're caring, I can see that. I'm no fool. I'm also..." This time Kagome's ears reddened for a different reason. "I do hold feelings for you, since you've taken care of me— bunny or not— during my time here. I'm in your debt, and if not that, I'd say I miss being your friend. Even as nothing more than a sentient rabbit."

Izuku let out a quiet, "oh..." I've been horrible and all she really... gods, I'm just... overly cynical after Ochaco.

"I don't want to marry you, East," Kagome said.  "Because I don't want to be an object. If you really did want to marry me, I'd have you try to actually woo me, and let me study and practice my alchemy, and recognize I am a person in my own right. If you can let me fall in love with you  and let me study, then I would agree to your marriage."

"And if I said I wanted you to be dumb and stupid? And pretty?"

"Then I'd ask you to give me to the wolves." Kagome's voice was steely, and as such, her rings turned into iron.

"Hm. Luckily, I'm not asking that of you, bunny," Izuku said, a habit that now made Kagome's ears heat up to a red color. "I'm glad to say that I don't like idiots. Pretty fools are still fools, and the only thing worse than a clever enemy is a foolish friend. Will you stay here, then? As I try to woo you?"

"You're seriously considering this?"

"I'd rather you than a random person. And besides, you know my secrets." Izuku uncrossed his legs and leaned in to look at Kagome intently. "And if it belongs to me, it's well-kept. But. I have one condition of my own."

Kagome felt a shiver run down her back. If it's his, it's well-kept... why does that sound so...not the time. "What would that be?"

"Could you woo me, too, love?" Izuku asked. "I don't like the idea of a loveless marriage either."

"I suppose... I could try. What if we haven't fallen in love by the day of the Summit."

"Let's not knock the idea so quickly," Izuku insisted, and Kagome chuckled, and leaned in coyly. "H-huh?"

"Do I have so little wooing to do that you haven't even got a backup plan?"

"Holy hell, what—?" Izuku had pressed himself against the back of the chair, and was slowly sinking. Except the lower he sunk in his chair, the more he realized that her corset was beginning to enter his vision. He snapped his finger and in his lap was a bunny. Kagobunny. He sighed in relief. "You won't catch me off guard like that, again, now that I know how you plan on endearing yourself to me" oh, I say it like that... like you're not already my single-most favorite being on earth.

Kagome bounced furiously. Oh, come on, you piece of adorably freckled demon, let me f l i rt with you, YOU LITERALLY ASKED!

"Well, yes. I did ask, but—! Oh, does someone have a certain affinity for my freckles." Izuku chuckled deeply. Kagome felt her heart race, but it wasn't unwelcome. "Alright, my little lying bunny. Game on."