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First chapter of Shouto x reader Yakuza fic below!

Summary: In the heart of Tokyo’s underworld, You are determined to avenge your father, Keigo's murder, a crime that shattered the once-powerful Takami clan. With the help of your loyal bodyguard, Todoroki Shoto, and close team, Ochako, Bakugou, Midoriya, you plunge into the dangerous world of Yakuza politics, where every alliance is fragile and betrayal lurks around every corner.

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Chapter 1: Beginnings

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"Shoot him."

The room was cold and silent, cloaked in shadows that clung to the cracked walls. The only light came from a single bulb that swung gently from the ceiling, casting harsh, wavering beams over the grim scene below. It threw strange, shifting shadows across the man on the floor, his eyes wide and pleading, the gag in his mouth muffling his terrified sounds.

You stood there, small and trembling, barely able to hold the heavy gun steady. The weight of it felt unnatural in your tiny hands, as if the metal itself was rejecting you, trying to slip from your grasp. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision, and the weight in your chest was almost unbearable, pressing down with each shallow breath.

"Daddy, I don't want to." You whispered shakily as you tried to look away and shut your eyes.

But a firm, rough hand cupped your chin, turning your face back to the man bound on the ground. The gentleness in the hold was belied by the iron strength in your father’s grip.

"Don’t you want to avenge your mother?" The deep voice behind you spoke, meaning to soothe you. “How would she feel knowing you didn’t care?”

His words coiled around you, and you shook your head slowly as tears passed down your chubbed cheeks. “I want to…”

Of course, you want to get revenge on the men who killed your mother. Your precious mother who was always kind and gentle. But was it right to kill someone over a person you can barely remember? Even now, her image was slipping from your memory. The memories of warmth and safety were blurred beyond recognition.

You cringe when your father takes your hands in his, directing the gun in the direction of the man pleading for his life through only his eyes since his mouth was gagged. He steadies your movements and makes you match his breaths.

“Taking a life is easy. Just relax.” He murmurs. And you can feel it, the dark energy radiating from your father. Not directed at you, but the man who had a part in the death of the love of his life. “Just breathe.”

You follow his words and inhale slowly. Your father’s fingers pressed yours tighter around the weapon.

"Your mom would be so proud." He cooed.

A shiver ran down your spine, and somehow, his praise soothed the turmoil just enough. He’d told you about the evils of the world, how some people deserved this, how it was your role to learn the art of cleansing away the filth. Your heart pounded against your ribs, and with a deep, trembling breath, you tightened your fingers around the trigger.

In a blur, a distant thought echoed in your mind: This is for her.

With a final, quaking breath, you closed your eyes, squeezed, and pulled the trigger.

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Your eyes flutter open slowly, the weight of sleep clinging stubbornly to your limbs. A dull ache pulses in your head, and you groan softly, feeling the exhaustion settle deep into your bones. The room around you is dark and silent, the early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. Yet the darkness feels thicker, charged with the unsettling remnants of a dream that has haunted you for years.

‘That dream again, huh?’

You close your eyes briefly, willing the images to disappear, but the vivid memories, along with your father’s voice, linger.

You sit up in the king-sized bed, the blanket slipping off and exposing your naked upper body. The scent of sex lingers in the air, and you lean over to reach for the nightstand, picking up a pack of cigarettes and pinching one out. You put the bud in between your lips and savored the bitter taste of the paper before lighting it.

The gold lighter glinted in the stray rays of the sun through the curtains as you put it down. Smoke curled into your lungs, grounding you. A warmth passed through your chest, spreading as you exhaled slowly and looked out the window.

The moment was short-lived, though, as a hand came up and gently swiped the cigarette from your mouth. You allow the man beside you to take it without putting up a fight and look over to blow out what was left, an annoyed look passing your face.

“What did I say about smoking?” The dual-haired man’s voice was soft but firm, laced with a weariness that betrayed how many times he’d had to remind you. He reached across the small table between you, taking the cigarette from your fingers and snuffing it out in the ashtray with a practiced motion.

You let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s bad,” you replied.

The man’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a frown as he looked at you, his heterochromatic eyes—one a mesmerizing cerulean, the other an intense, stormy gray—fixed on you.

“Then why do you keep doing it?” His tone was gentle, a quiet imploring beneath the frustration. But whatever your answer, he knew he couldn’t stop you.

You huffed, looking away from him as you spoke. “You’re not my dad, Shouto,” you muttered, the words coming out sharp.

“Not what you were saying last night.” He teases. And if you didn’t know him so well, you would think he was insulting you with his monotone.

You scoff, and as the automatic blinds split open, you roll over to sit on his stomach.

“You're so bold these days.” You purr from above him. “Back in elementary school, you used to quietly follow me like a puppy. What happened?”

It was true. Back then, when there was still light in your eyes, you met Shouto. But those bright eyes of yours were long gone, replaced by a cool resilience that matched the life you now led.

You trail your hand down Shouto’s bare chest, feeling the ridges of muscle and the warmth of his skin. The softness he once held was replaced with strength, a strong body carved from relentless training and scars both visible and hidden.

Once, he’d seemed almost delicate, an enigma you worried might shatter. But now, he was definitely a man.

He shows you this by bringing his hands to your hips and pushing you down until the tip of his hard dick is slipping against your core, splitting you back open ever so gently. “People grow up.” He says.

You hum and lean down to brush your lips against his.

“You smell like smoke.” He complains and turns his head.

You grab his face between your thumb and fingers and make him look at you. “You love it,” you whisper before capturing his lips with yours.

~~~

After another two rounds with Shouto and a shower, you adjust your blazer as you exit the bedroom, smoothing out any wrinkles to hide any evidence of this morning's rendezvous.

Although everyone in the home knew you and Shouto's relationship. You weren't together. He was more like…a pet. He was someone you kept on a short leash. But perhaps you didn't need to since he happily trailed along anyway.

Your reflection catches in the full-length mirror, giving you a chance to do a once over.

Dressed in a tailored, red suit jacket with a fitted skirt that stops right above your knee, you embodied sophistication and intimidation.

You begin your day with men lining the walls and standing straight to attention as you walk through the estate. Shouto was your right-hand man and bodyguard. Someone you trusted with your life more than anyone, so he follows behind you in a sleek suit that fits him perfectly.

Well, you would hope–you had it personally tailored for him after all.

Your gaze was sharp as your steps echoed softly. The hallway of the traditional Japanese-style home stretched before you—portraits of your ancestors and other art lined the walls.

Your family, the Takami clan, was renowned in Japan’s underworld. They were feared for ruthlessness and unbreakable loyalty. Your family held the power to command respect, control territory, and secure alliances that spanned generations.

Yet, that power had been abruptly cut down as your father’s death echoed in the bones of many in this line of work. Keigo Takami was someone who knew everyone. A friend to all. Or so he thought. It wasn’t a natural occurrence that took your father’s life, but instead, a murder.

Four years ago, after a deal, Keigo was involved in a hit and run. An accident? Or an intended hit? You, of course, think there was foul play involved, but it was way too early in the morning to start thinking about your conspiracies.

You were forced to take over as head of the clan at 20. Even though you were young, they

expected you to lead. To command. And to spill blood in his name.

The Takami bloodline was bound not by mere lineage but by legacy—a legacy you would now have to embody and fiercely protect.

Finally, you reach the end of the hall and step into your office, ready to get started on a job. Two people are already waiting for you inside. “Good morning, ma’am.”

You offer a casual grin, “Morning, Ochako.” You glance over at a blonde man leaning against the wall and nod. “Bakugou.”

He nods back, “Boss.”

You sit behind the large dark oak desk and Shouto comes to stand behind you while Ochako and Bakugou take a seat on either of the burgundy leather couches.

“What’s on today’s agenda?” You ask.

“Izuku sent in three documents from Mr. Aizawa.” Ochako starts. “He basically said to pick one and go through with it.” She groans sheepishly. “But he wants it done within two days.”

Aizawa was one of your many clients and a valuable connection in your intricate network. Within the Yakuza, each clan and subgroup specialized in its own form of control and influence, creating a complex web of operations. From loan sharks, who preyed on those down on their luck, and gambling rings that catered to high-stakes risk-takers to drug trafficking and protection rackets that demanded loyalty and obedience, every sector had its players and unwritten rules.

The Takami clan, however, carved out its niche in information brokerage and political leverage. You took on clients who wanted power, influence, or the means to silence their enemies. Known for its resourcefulness, the clan would go to any length to obtain information or favors, playing a dangerous game of ‘scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.’

Need to sell an organ? Perhaps someone crossed you, and you'd prefer they were... gone. The Takami clan had connections in every dark corner of society. If you needed something to disappear—money, a witness, an inconvenient rival—they had the resources to make it happen. But don’t misunderstand: there was an art to the chaos. Recklessness wasn’t tolerated. Every hit, every exchange, had to serve a purpose, maintain balance, and preserve the clan’s reputation.

Peace within the Yakuza’s complex structure was fragile. You couldn’t just kill because someone was scammed out of their life savings or offended by a petty slight. Each act had to benefit the clan and avoid upsetting the delicate web of alliances with other families.

You begin looking over the documents individually and deem them easy enough.

The first one is Mineta Minoru. Aizawa is interested in some sensitive information that supposedly needs retrieving: something about trafficking drugs in the wrong territory. The plan is to enter his club, somehow get his phone, and transfer the information to a USB.

The second is simple. Planting a bug in a VIP bar owned by a man who goes by the name of Gentle. A strange guy who confuses people in the underground. The bug would let Aizawa listen in on what activities go on and what kind of man Gentle really is.

The last one is sabotaging a deal. Apparently, Destro, the leader of some liberation gang, is looking to ally with some group named the League? Your job would be to swap some documents or leak sensitive information without getting caught or tying the Takami name to it.

You think a little, and Ochako stands up and speaks her opinion. "Mineta has been loitering our territory recently. I’ve seen his men over here harassing women and such. Getting that information could close his business down for good.”

You glance at the brunette and play with the idea. Everyone in this room you had some history with. You value their opinion as much as they do yours—a lot.

Ochako Ururaka is a charismatic talker who deals with connections and intel. Whether it’s sleeping with men for information or buttering up to some old lady who knows everyone, her social network is far-reaching.

“Bakugou?”

“Don’t care. If I can beat someone's ass, I’m happy.” You chuckle at his response.

Bakugou Katsuki. Known for his brute strength and unmatched combat skills. You still remember the day you met. A washed-up boxer hopped up on drugs when you found him. He was like a rabid dog exuding a menacing presence.

He adjusts his gloves, ready for your order, and you ask the final person.

“Shouto?”

“Mineta, I believe he’s been known to find vulnerable women and get them to work at his strip club. Who knows how old they are.”

You see Ochako dig her nails into her palm just a little, and it solidifies your decision. None of these missions appeal to you personally, so why not?

“Why not.” You echo out loud. “Let’s shut this idiot’s club down.” You lean back in your chair. “A four-man job is fine. We’ll all go as clubgoers and get this done quickly.”

Ochako relaxes. “I'll prepare some tea.”

You nod and bring the document out to inspect the details further. This would be good for you. You've heard that many people have been bothered by this Mineta guy. Getting rid of him could mean some potential allies that would owe you.

“Well, we have a party to attend.” You bring your hands together and clap. Your face changes, a serious tone. “I want this done clean and quietly.”

“Yes, boss.” The three say in unison.

~~~

The next day passes, and night comes quickly.

The four of you are getting ready to infiltrate Mineta's club.

“Is this too short?” You ask aloud while looking in the mirror. The black dress you're wearing hugs your body and accentuates the waist. It’s high quality with a stretchy fabric that makes it comfortable to wear.

It's covered with fine black sequins that shimmer with every movement. The deep Vline is edged with satin trim that gives it some elegance. But, the problem is, despite the elegant touch, it's combated by its length. If you were to bend over, your red underwear would be exposed. Hopefully the club is dark.

“More like, is it short enough?” Ochako spins and looks at the mirror from behind.

The red mini dress she adorned was made from a smooth satin material. It draped her body with a silky finish that accentuated her curves. It featured a sweetheart neckline with a slight plunge adding a seductive edge.

Hers was about the same length as yours. If she dropped something, it might be gone forever. But Ochako was more bold than you anyway. It wasn't that you were shy or unconfident; it was more about image and the fact you had a reputation to uphold.

You turn to Shouto, smoothing down the fabric of your dress and adjusting the neckline. “How do I look?”

“Perfect,” he says flatly. The answer sounds blunt, but you know better. Behind those icy, unreadable eyes, there's a smoldering heat. He’s already calculating the quickest way to tear that dress off of you.

While you and Ochako work on the finishing touches—adding just the right amount of shimmer to your eyes, fastening earrings, and securing every last strand of hair in place—Bakugou and Shouto stand nearby, dressed in low-key, casual outfits that won’t draw attention. There’s no need for them to go flashy tonight; that part is up to you and Ochako. You’ll be handling the distractions while they move in the shadows, taking care of the mission’s riskier tasks.

Bakugou steps forward as you apply the last bit of lipstick, handing each of you a tiny earpiece. "The nerd said these would be useful,” he mutters, rolling his eyes at the mention of Midoriya’s advice. Despite the gruff exterior, he’s focused, his sharp eyes assessing every detail.

You tuck the earpiece in place, exchanging a determined nod with Ochako. This night’s plan relies on perfect coordination—your job is to charm, dazzle, and keep prying eyes off the others, while Bakugou and Shouto handle the rough work from the sidelines.

“Let’s get this done,” you say, glancing back at them. Shouto’s gaze lingers on you for a beat longer, a flash of something unreadable crossing his face. Bakugou simply smirks, the glint of adrenaline already showing in his eyes.

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The club is loud. It's the first thing you notice. Booming music that rocks through your skin and the chatter of people either singing along or yelling because they can't hear each other.

The strobe lights pulse rhythmically, casting a chaotic dance of red and blue across the room, flooding everything with an otherworldly glow that shifts with each beat of the heavy bass.

On the second floor, your gaze catches on a row of cages suspended above the dance floor, each occupied by women dressed in barely-there outfits, moving with a hypnotic, practiced allure. They sway and spin to the music, their bodies contorting gracefully in time with the pounding rhythm. It’s mesmerizing, each dancer owning her cage like a stage built just for her. Ochako had mentioned they were called “gogo girls.”

Speaking of, Ochako seems to fit right in. She was the center of attention right away. Men were asking to buy her drinks left and right. But she only paid attention to the women around her, holding hands and dancing provocatively with each other.

She sure knew how to put on a show.

This scene was pretty new to you. You never had time to experience the nightlife. When you should have been enjoying your youth, you were instead orchestrating assassinations and handling drug trades after your dad died.

Shouto and Bakugou came thirty minutes early. They scoped out the place and told you where to be. Bakugou should be nearby should anything go wrong with you and Ochako. Shouto is upstairs, ideally situated behind the VIP area, where your eyes lock onto your target, Mineta.

He's easy to spot. For such a small guy, he has a lot of presence. Especially the beautiful women practically draped over him, pouring liquor down his throat and laughing as he tilts his head back, taking long, indulgent sips without a care in the world.

You turn to look at Ochako, ready to tell her to move in, but she seems distracted. Her eyes were basically bulging as she stared at the VIP section. Was she looking at Mineta? No, not him, but the woman next to him.

An ashy blonde woman looked down from the second floor, sitting beside Mineta, staring right back at Ochako. Her gaze was intense, piercing through the crowd. Ochako’s usual bright and confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a flicker of unease crossed her face, her eyes widening for just a moment before she quickly looked away.

You narrow your eyes, studying Ochako’s reaction. It wasn’t like her to look shaken like this, not even in the tensest moments of a mission. Who was this woman, and why did her presence unsettle Ochako so much? A long-forgotten friend? An enemy? Since the day you’d met her, Ochako had kept her past sealed tight, a mystery you’d never pushed to unravel. She was your ally, and that was enough for you. But now, watching her shoulders stiffen, and her fingers clench around the fabric of her dress, you can’t help but wonder just what kind of ghosts might be lurking in her past.

Still, there’s no time to question it. You shift your attention to Shouto, who’s positioned himself a few paces behind Mineta, blending in with the shadows at the edge of the room. He catches your eye and gives a quick nod, the silent signal to begin the distraction. Whatever personal demons Ochako might be facing, the mission needs to come first.

You grab Ochako by the wrist and turn her to face you. You grab her by the side of her neck and swipe your thumb over her cheek. She was shocked at first but then relaxed into your hand, understanding your move. You've started to garner the attention of those around you. Mainly men who were anticipating your next action.

Your eyes flicked to the VIP area, and your gaze zeroed in on Mineta. He was lounging, a smug look on his face—until he caught sight of you and Ochako. His expression transformed instantly, eyes wide and practically drooling as he watched the two of you.

Perfect. Just the reaction you need.

You leaned closer to Ochako, fingers brushing along the side of her face, feeling the subtle shiver as Ochako got into character. Your lips curved into a wicked smile before leaning in, pressing your lips to Ochako’s in a slow, enticing kiss.

The move had the intended effect. Every eye in the club seemed fixed on you two, and Mineta was all but hypnotized.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Shouto, who was using the distraction to slip Mineta’s phone from his pocket, tapping swiftly as he transferred the crucial information to a USB.

His jaw was set, and he looked steely and focused on his face as he finished the transfer in a matter of seconds. Job done.

You pulled away from Ochako, giving her a slight nod. She glanced back to where she’d last seen Mineta, only to find the blonde girl from earlier—the one with suspicious ties to Mineta—had disappeared into the crowd. Your gut tightened. Was she onto you guys?

Before you could react, the air shifted, tension creeping through your senses. It wasn't long before you heard shouting and a fist hitting flesh.

Your gaze wandered to where Bakugou should be. A group of unfamiliar men loomed, glaring daggers at the blonde. You saw Bakugou stumble back, but it was the only hit one of them would get before Bakugou split the man's nose under his fist.

You could see his grin—dangerous and all too eager. The men barely had a chance to act before Bakugou launched himself into action, fists flying as he tore into them with brutal precision. The fight was fast and precise. Of course, leave it to a pro boxer.

“Time to go,” Shouto muttered into his receiver, pocketing his phone as he joined you and Ochako. Bakugou of course heard it too in his ear and slipped out through the back not long after with a bruised fist and a satisfied smirk.

Outside, Midoriya waited in the driver’s seat of their getaway car, drumming his fingers on the wheel, green eyes sharp and alert. The engine was already running, purring low as you all piled in.

Bakugou shot him a glare as he slammed the door shut. “Step on it, nerd.”

Midoriya smirked, tapping the accelerator just enough to make Bakugou grit his teeth. “Slow down, loser,” he scolded while holding onto the handle. The grenette laughed, hitting the gas and sending the car speeding off into the night.

You glanced out the window, mind already whirring. Shouto sat in the middle, already dozing off and you glanced at Ochako. While Midoriya and Bakugou argue in the front seats, she seems unusually quiet. She looked particularly dazed as she looked out the car and played with her fingers absentmindedly. You narrow your eyes. That woman in the club, who was she?

It was fine for now, but the job was almost jeopardized. It better not happen again.

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[needybunnie]

Second part of this!

A little happy ending, if you think of it as such :)

WC - 325

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Epilogue

You sat on the bench in the never ending garden, hands in the lap of your white sundress as the soft wind hit your face. The spring trees were in Sakura bloom and you reveled in the sight.

A healthy dog sat beside your feet. You sighed happily, looking up to the sky when you heard him.

"Hey dumbass," he said. You smiled at the man approaching you in his loose white shirt and pants. His blonde hair moving gently with the wind.

You stood up and your bare feet touched the soft grass beneath you. Your hands met behind your back as you leaned forward a bit, greeting him.

"What took you so long dummy?" You asked. You smiled when he pouted.

"What? You mad that I lived to old age?" He teased. You shook your head and chuckled with your eyes closed. The man in front of you softened his face looking at your beauty.

"I thought you would show up as a wrinkly old man." You laughed.

The man rolled his eyes. "You should have known that wasn't the case when this kid showed in her healthiest body, despite also dying of old age." He explained, pointing at the dog at your feet. The animal let out a bark.

You reached out to him, grabbing one hand in yours and your other hand touched his face. The two of you stood there for a moment. Your gaze never leaving the other.

The man laced his fingers in yours and brought your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on it. He smiled at you. "Let's get goin, yeah, Y/N?" He said.

You leaned on your toes to lay a soft kiss on his lips. "Yeah, let's go Katsuki." You said.

And the two of you walked together -a mid sized dog trotting after the two of you happily- through the field of flowers to your next life.

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Note: Hope you enjoyed this kind of happy ending haha

[needybunnie]

Here's another one! Uh, it's sad, haha. Ao3 ver and Wattpad ver~

Summary: Katsuki is lost after you die in a villain attack. He thinks he starts to go crazy when you show up in his living room.

Warnings: mentions of depression, dead reader, drinking, angst

WC - 5.3K

Second Part >>

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The dark room smelled like liquor and smoke. Beer cans and soju bottles were littered across the bedroom floor and finished cigarette buds -a new hobby he picked up three months ago- lay in a tray beside the large bed. The bed you no longer inhabited.

A large figure laid in the comfort of the mattress that smelled like you. The blanket hid his face as his mind dwelled in the memories of before you were gone.

It's been four months since you died in a villain accident

and four months since Katsuki has taken a "break" from his hero job. Opting to attempt drinking his pain away as he thinks of how he couldn't save you. Your presence lingers around the room and he pushes his face further into your pillow that smelled like lavender.

Bakugou wanted to disappear from the world. He wanted the bed to eat him up and only think of you in his last moments. But since the world isn't so forgiving, he'll opt to just lay here and waste away. Maybe he'll meet you soon.

Kirishima visited yesterday to try to get him out of his house. The shark teeth man knew he hadn't been eating and told him to come out with him and friends. Said that they would go for drinks and get dinner at the small ramen place that you used to drag him to.

But the blonde had just yelled at him to get the hell out.

"You can't keep holeing yourself up!" It was the first time Bakugou had heard Kirishima raise his voice. "She wouldn't want this."

Bakugou sneered. How dare he say what you would or wouldn't want. He'll do as he god damn pleases. "Get the hell out!"

Kirishima sighed, shook his head with a disapproving look and left without another word. He'll probably visit again in a few days. Bakugou slumped on the couch afterwards. He ran his hand over his face and sighed deeply. He looked over at a picture of you and him together.

You had dragged him to an amusement park. The two of you being pro heros, you had to be under disguise. You didn't care about people knowing who you were, but sometimes it was nice to just have some privacy without cameras or kids asking for autographs. Although it was hard for him with his bulky frame.

He wore a tight black shirt with camouflage street pants tucked into black boots. You picked out his black cap with a bomb embroidered on the front that he matched with black shades.

He's definitely sure people recognized him. The bomb probably gave it away. But no one decided to approach him. They probably guessed by the glasses that he wanted to be left alone.

Still holding the picture frame, he looked at you. You looked so beautiful that day in your simple attire. Your hair was let down. You were wearing light denim shorts with white converse that matched your white baseball cap. You had a simple black t-shirt ending right above the hem of your shorts. On it was an...explosion? His merch.

Yeah, the both of you weren't really trying your hardest to blend in.

The two of you had gone public with your relationship a few months ago after dating for almost 3 years. When he had passionately kissed you after one of his battles. He didn't care about the cameras that flashed or the gasps among his fans. All he knew after his battle close to death is that he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. He planned to propose in just a couple weeks.

Your lives together were just about to begin. But then you...

He gripped the picture frame, his palms turning red, threatening to blow it up. But he didn't. He loosened his grip on the frame and let it fall beside him while he leaned his head back on the couch.

Bakugou closed his eyes, face toward the ceiling. He didn't allow the tears behind his eyes to spill.

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That brings him back to now. It was the crack of dawn and he was laying hopelessly in his bed. He thought about what Kirishima said. The red head was right, you wouldn't want this. Even though he was only the number 3 hero in the rankings, he was your number 1 hero you always said to him.

You were probably looking down at his pathetic form. Were you angry, sad, embarrassed for him? Who knows, maybe disappointed.

His thoughts were disturbed when he heard a noise in the kitchen. His brow furrowed from under the comforter. The clang of a bottle had him jumping out of bed immediately. He only had sweatpants on. His hands heated as he walked out of his room.

He stopped as he reached the living area. Wide eyed, his mouth gaped as he saw something or rather someone that shouldn't be here. He closed his eyes tightly and counted to five. Something Mina had told him that she did when she lost her grandmother and would see visions of her.

But when he opened his eyes, you were still there. Sitting on a barstool at the island of your shared apartment.

You smiled at him, cocking your head to the side as you raised a hand to greet him, "Yo."

He walked toward you. He didn't care if this was some trick of the mind, maybe even some villain pretending to be you. He wanted to touch you, hug you, tell you he was sorry and missed you.

But when he reached you, he hesitated. He stood in front of you and you got up from your seat. You looked up at him with those doe eyes that he loved oh so much.

Finally, he decided to test it. He reached his hand up and attempted to touch your cheek. Your smile became sad when his hand went right through your head.

You both looked at his hand that was now hovering beside your face. "I already tried that," you said solemnly. "When you were sleeping, I tried to touch you, but the same thing happened."

The blonde slowly brought his hand down to his side. He didn't know what to say. He must still be dreaming, right? You died. There is no way you were standing in front of him now.

While he was still stuck in his state of shock, you put your hands on your hips and looked around. You met his gaze again and he flinched.

"It's pretty messy in here, huh? Let's clean up." You said. And you did. You move around him and start picking up empty alcohol bottles on the ground. Throwing them in the trash bag you had grabbed from the kitchen.

He watched you carefully and walked around mindlessly as you maneuvered yourself around the living room. You picked up the ashtray on the coffee table.

"Smoking is bad for you, ya know." You scolded, emptying the filled tray into the garbage bag in your hand.

"Why are you here?" Bakugou finally blurted out. Why was this happening? Why, how are you here?

You sighed and halted your actions. "It was a lengthy process honestly." You chuckled and the sweet sound rang in his ears. He's been deprived of it for months. "I had to put in an application, prove that someone here needed me, write a whole essay about how I believe I could be able to help, and wait for it to be reviewed and accepted. It was a hassle, but anything for you, my love."

He looked at you ridiculously and pinched his nose. "Was that a joke?" He asked.

You laughed again. "Seriously. The angels told me the process was invented to help those who are grieving." You put your fingers to your chin in thought. "Also, I guess laughing at obscure memes doesn't send you to the Bad Place." You shrugged.

He sighed and just let it be, but thought back to what you said earlier. "So you want to help me?" He asked. You nodded and he spoke again. "I don't need help." Bakugou said curtly.

You blinked at him and then at the empty bottle in your hand. "Yes you do Katsuki."

He tensed at the name. He hadn't heard it in three months. Maybe from his parents, but not from your lips. You continued,

"You haven't been eating properly and you haven't been to work in four months!" You raised your voice at him. You were tired of watching the sadness eat at him. This wasn't him. This wasn't your hero that you fell in love with.

"I'm fine!" He yelled at you. You flinched at the loudness and he calmed down right away. "I'll get better. I just need time."

You put the full garbage bag next to the front door and returned to your boyfriend, standing right in front of him.

"And I'm here to aid in the process." You said.

Bakugou crossed his arms and glared at the woman in front of him. He was still perturbed by the entire situation. He was going crazy. That's the only way to explain this.

He watched as you shifted under his gaze uncomfortably. Well, whatever the fuck this is, he'll see it through. Maybe something could come out of this.

"Fine." The blonde finally said. You lit up at his acceptance to let you help. You swiped the dust off of your hands and and turned for the kitchen,

"Let's make some breakfast."

--

You shuffled around the kitchen while Bakugou watched from the island barstool. One hand on his chin while the other sat on his bouncing leg.

You grabbed the essentials such as a skillet, eggs, and bread. Your boyfriend usually handled the cooking, so when you did happen to cook, you stuck to the basics. You also remembered to get out a pepper for your spice loving blonde.

You began to cut a hole in four pieces of bread and place them on the skillet on the stove. The cut was big enough for you to drop an unmixed egg in the middle. You cut up some of the pepper and sprinkled it on the egg, along with some seasonings that fit your taste.

You peeked around at Bakugou as the meal called 'Hole in the basket' cooked. He was still watching you intently and you saw his face change into a questioning one, like he just thought of something.

"How come you can touch items, but not people?" He asked. And you thought about it too before responding.

"Maybe I can only touch material things because I would fall though the earth otherwise?" You said in question. You weren't too sure of yourself.

Bakugou rolled his eyes then locked them with yours. "How long will you be here?" He asked.

You purse your lips and laugh awkwardly. You weren't sure about that one either. The moment was silent, with only the sizzling coming from the pan audible.

Suddenly Bakugou looked different. His eyes went soft and he seemed tense.

"I'm sorry," he said. It came out barely a whisper, but you heard it. You looked down and he continued. "For that day...I-"

Beep beep beep

The fire alarm was going off.

You rushed to grab a towel and waved it under the alarm. Bakugou grabbed the burning food and turned off the stove. He looked at the burnt toast and sighed.

When the alarm finally stopped beeping you sat at the dining table. You spread in your seat exhausted. Smiling at your boyfriend. "Sorry." You said. He said nothing.

You perked up, "Let's go to the pet shop!" You stood up and clasped your hands together. Bakugou stared at you. He figured you didn't want to talk about it.

"Sure" he just said.

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"Awww this one is too cute!" You cooed as you looked down the aisles of puppies and kittens for adoption.

This whole situation was a bit baffling to Bakugou. It was weird walking in public with someone who couldn't be seen by anybody else. He was tired of asking questions about how it worked, so decided against it.

"Are you looking for anything in particular sir?" An employee asked him as he followed you around the shop. The employee probably couldn't recognize him as he had on a baseball cap with a hoodie and glasses.

You spun around, taking your eyes off the small white and brown mutt.

"Ask him what the cutest dog here is?" You told him. Bakugou huffed, "What the fuck? No." The employee took a step back and Bakugou panicked. "No, I wasn't talking to you."

He face palmed and groaned. Who the fuck else would he be talking to then. The employee can't see you. You let out a giggle and it took all his strength not to tell an 'empty' space in the store to shut up.

He grit his teeth when speaking to the employee. "Do you have anything...cute."

The employee perked up. "Looking for your girlfriend?" The man asked. He could probably see the discontent on Bakugou's features.

Bakugou looked at you and back at the employee who looked at him like he was a strange man. Yeah, he probably looked crazy.

Bakugou crossed his arms and sighed, "Yeah, you could say that." The employee led him to the back while speaking,

"We don't sell pure breeds here, but I think our cutest is Harley here. She is a pitbull and husky mix."

The dog was a tiny puppy. It was a very light brown on its face and along it's back. It had a white stripe going down the middle of its face and down its stomach and paws.

Your eyes widened as you bent down in front of the small dog. It barked at you as if it could see you. And maybe it could. Dogs and babies do have those heightened senses.

"I want this one." You said, your eyes gleamed up at Bakugou.

Your boyfriend looked at you for a moment before pulling out his card. "We'll take this one." The employee quirked a brow before taking the card and motioning him to follow. Bakugou mentally took note that he said 'we' and must look even crazier.

You followed your boyfriend out as he held the puppy in a crate. He tried not to look at you as you smiled at him.

"This should help you out," you said while looking at the puppy. Bakugou glares at you.

"This was for you, not me." He said.

You blinked at him. "Katsuki, I'm dead." You said carefully. Did he forget?

The blonde stopped walking in the middle of the path toward the neighborhood. You saw his jaw tighten and his hand grip the handle of the pet crate.

He forgot.

He forgot that you're not really you. On this day that seemed so normal. Out on the town with you running errands. Bakugou turned on his heel, seemingly upset.

You turned after him calling out, "Where are you going?" You paused while he ignored you. "I thought we were going to the-"

"I want to go home." Bakugou cut you off.

You sighed solemnly and walked after him. He turned around and you would have bumped into his chest, but instead you walked through him. He huffed and turned to look at your stunned face.

You laughed and smiled when Bakugou chuckled. He looked at you. It was loving, but also sad.

"I just want to be with you." He said. He must have sensed your sadness and wanted to cheer you up. It worked though. You hopped alongside him as you walked home.

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Days passed with only the two of you staying inside. Bakugou took good care of the new puppy. You watched movies that Bakugou let you pick. You ordered delicious food whenever you burned meals that Bakugou tried to teach you. Although the information on how to cook a filet mignon was useless to your ghost self.

You played board games. It was funny that instead of yelling at you for cheating or getting upset, Bakugou just laughed. You would watch him as he set up the games, sometimes reaching for his hand only for you to go through it.

The both of you would laugh as he called you an idiot for your short memory. You walked your new puppy, Harley, around the neighborhood together. And mostly just spent days as a normal couple, only remembering that none of it was real when one of you tried to touch the other.

Bakugou made dinner. You watched him as he made his way around the kitchen. You sat at the dining table with your chin in your hands. You were wearing the long purple dress that you had bought for you and your boyfriend's 3 year anniversary.

Your hair was done in a cute hairstyle and you wore the lavender scent that was Bakugous favorite. You smiled at him while he smiled back. You noticed that the chest of his suit was empty.

"No tie?" You asked. He pondered.

"I don't usually wear ties, but there's a box in the closet." He said. "Get one if you want."

You happily left the table to go find a matching tie. Red would probably look best.

You walked to the bedroom to grab a tie for Bakugou. You reached for a box on the top shelf to pull it out, but noticed something bulging in the pocket of another one of his suits. You pulled out a tiny red box and were surprised when it slipped through your fingers. You looked at it on the ground and gasped at the small silver ring with a ruby in the middle.

You bent down and this time were able to grab it. Bakugou rushed in when he heard you gasp. His eyes widened when he saw tears in your eyes.

You turned to him and smiled with fresh tears appearing everytime you blinked. He stepped closer to you.

"What's wrong?" The blonde whispered. He looked at the ring and took it out of your hands and set it aside. You smiled through your tears. It was almost time to go. You had to finish what you came to do. You tightly blink a few tears away and your eyes settle on your boyfriend. You sniffle.

"It's not your fault Katsuki." You said suddenly. Bakugou became still. He wobbled on his feet. He became dizzy and it seemed like his world was spinning.

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Four Months ago

Bakugou Katsuki was stressed.

He wasn't usually like this. Ever since the two of you got together he has been learning new emotions. And you were there to teach him.

Except he couldn't come to you with this. His problem being that he would propose to you soon. Were you ready to marry him? Was it too soon? Would you even agree? It seemed like you enjoyed his company, but were you ready to do things like start a family with him?

The blonde sat in your shared apartment. It was three days before your reservation at a fancy restaurant where he would pop the question.

But he was also angry. A villain had gotten away today. Mina was on his ass about snagging you. Said someone would steal you away if he didn't get serious.

And it definitely didn't help that you showed up at the door with another man, drunk and in a black jumpsuit that was showing off your cleavage.

It didn't help that your arm was slung around him and you could barely stand. Bakugou glared at the man whose arm was around your waist. Eye twitching when he suddenly let you go in terror. Bakugou grabbed you and pulled you inside. He looked at the man one more time while he shook under fierce vermillion eyes before slamming the door.

He dropped you on the couch and you laughed giddily. Your boyfriend put his hands on his hips as he stared at you, glaring at your drunken state.

"Mind explaining what the fuck that was?" He barked angrily.

You laughed. "Kaaaatsukiii." You slurred. "Hug."

Your blonde boyfriend pushed you away when you came close to him. You pouted and stumbled into the kitchen for water.

You poured yourself a cup while Bakugou continued to snap at you. "What the fuck, Y/N? Why were you with a man with your tits out?" He yelled.

"My tits out?! It's just some cleavage." You laughed back. The water was diluting the alcohol in your system. Bakugou huffed.

"And his fucking hands all on you?" He snarled. You touched your head. His voice was too loud right now.

"I got a good arrest today. Guy has been on the wanted list for over a year. Went out to celebrate with my sidekicks." You said calmly.

"So you're gonna act like a whore every time you have a good day?" He snapped.

You weren't really into the argument until now. What did he say? A what? You looked up at him finally.

"Excuse me?" You said threateningly. He continued to glare at you, pulling his arms up to cross them over his chest.

"You heard me." He said. You gaped. You pushed the cup away from you and walked around the kitchen island. You stopped right in front of your boyfriend and looked up at him, matching his position and crossing your arms.

"Fucker, say it again." You said, glaring up at him. Bakugou matched your anger. He didn't mean to lash out. He was stressed, angry, worried. It was no excuse, but he just couldn't handle the foreign feelings.

"You're acting like a wh-" His sentence was cut off by a slap. His face was turned sideways while silence enveloped the two of you. He finally looked at you, stunned. And became even more surprised to see your reddening face holding back tears.

You tried your hardest, but a few strays fell right before you decided to turn away. Instantly there was a change in mood. Bakugou immediately knew what he had done and went to apologize.

"Y/N I-" he was cut off again by your trembling voice.

"Save it for tomorrow." You said while walking into the guest bedroom. Bakugou stood in the living room sullen. He brushed his fingers through his hair roughly and retreated to the master bedroom.

Tomorrow. The two of you will sleep it off and apologize in the morning.

There's always tomorrow.

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Bakugou woke up early that morning. It was a Thursday. One out of two days of the week your schedules didn't align and he didn't have work until later. He worked a night shift today.

It was still an hour before your shift though. Usually he would grab a duffel bag and head to the gym, but today he opted to cook breakfast. After the heated words last night, he knew it was 80% his fault, so he wanted to apologize first thing in the morning.

After a little while cooking simple eggs and bacon, he got worried when you hadn't come out of the guest room yet. He turned off the stove and headed toward you. He knocked on the door and heard nothing.

Worried that you may be too hungover and may miss your shift, he opened the door. It was unlocked. He saw a note on the empty bed.

'Went in early'

The blonde sighed. You were still upset. Understandable. He went back to the kitchen and packed the breakfast in the fridge. You'll be hungry when you get home.

--

It was late. It was only 5 p.m. but your shift ends at three on Thursdays. Perhaps you stayed late? Maybe you were still mad and wanted to busy yourself with work. He tried to keep himself busy by working out or looking at open reports from work. He had work soon, but you weren't home yet.

But Bakugou had this strange feeling. He swallowed and pulled out his phone. And brought your contact up on the screen and sent a message.

'I'm sorry, let's have dinner tonight.' He wrote. He sighed contently, but a breath caught in his throat when he saw the message wasn't delivered. He furrowed his brows. It wouldn't be the first time a phone was broken during a shift. He destroyed plenty of phones by accident with his quirk while fighting.

But after 3 p.m., you wouldn't be on the field. You can only do paperwork after a shift. No matter how mad, you would still let him know so he wouldn't get worried right?

Bakugou tried to relax himself by sitting on the couch. He turned on the t.v. and flipped through the channels, stopping when he saw your face.

His hands turned clammy and it seemed like his mouth was dry.

"Pro Hero Y/H/N in critical condition after defeating a villain while protecting a school bus of children."

Bakugou jumped from the couch. He wanted to throw up. His head was spinning and it hurt so bad. He couldn't do anything but watch the screen. You were gonna make it. Right.

The anchor on the screen pressed on her ear piece, gasping. She gripped her mic and looked into the camera.

"This just in, Y/H/N has been pronounced dead." The camera panned to citizens gasping and the saved children crying.

His world collapsed.

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"It's not your fault, so stop blaming yourself." You yelled.

Bakugou searched your eyes while his heartbeat sped up. He was running out of breath, while tears stung his eyes. You took a shaky break and whispered out,

"Please, just let it out."

And he did.

He fell to his knees in front of you. He let the built up emotions that were bubbling inside him explode out.

He cried. Fat tears ran down his face onto the carpet. He whined your name out loud helplessly multiple times with his hands covering his face. Not caring how pathetic he probably looked. He sobbed 'sorrys' and 'I'm a piece of shit' cursing himself for the night before your death.

You stood above him, looking down wanting to cry yourself, but held your tears to the best of your ability. You watched him. Almost happy because he was finally letting it out. Finally getting the closure he so desperately needed.

After an hour or so, Bakugou's voice finally turned hoarse. His throat was dry and burned at the ache of his yells. He now sat there quietly looking at the ground.

You kneeled in front of him and called out his name. He didn't look at you. You prompted again, calling his name.

He met your eyes with his this time. You smiled gently. He looked tired. His eyes were red and swollen. You could see the stains of tears on his flushed cheeks. He looked absolutely ruined. You reached your hand up to his face. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to touch him.

But you hovered it on his cheek anyway, trying your best to soothe him. He studied your face and smiled softly. He licked his crusted lips and spoke quietly, "I must look real lame, huh?"

You put your lips in a small pout. "You've never looked lame to me." You whispered.

Bakugou smirked, "Right, my number One fan sees none of my flaws." Your pout deepened and you rolled your eyes. You looked at him again, "Ha, you say that as if you weren't my number one fan too." A blush crept onto his face and he went to speak, but you cut him off,

"I saw the Y/H/N merch in the closet one time." You folded your arms, smirking at his wide eyes and red cheeks. But suddenly he smirked deviously and his next words had your face burning.

"And don't think I didn't see those Dynamite panties under the bed." He spoke.

You gasped, those were supposed to be for your 3 year anniversary, but you weren't thinking about that now. You pushed forward to hit his chest with your fists like you usually did when he made fun of you.

But instead of making contact with his body, you fell forward and through him, rolling onto the floor behind him. Bakugou shivered at the feel of you falling through his body, but quickly thought little of it as he opened his mouth.

"Dumbass, did you forget you can't touch me?" He said through fits of laughter.

You stared at him as he held his stomach and wiped tears from his face. You relished in this moment as it felt like you never left the earth. As if you weren't six feet under the ground and instead were messing around with your boyfriend in his room while he laughed at you.

As Bakugou settled down into chuckles, you realized this was the first time you had heard him laugh in the last 3 months.

"Don't go," he pleaded. His lip trembled and he let the stray tears fall.

You smiled at him. He was crying again, but you knew he was closer to getting better. You hoped he would return to his job and save people again.

In a flashy way, your skin began to glow a soft blue. Your time on this earth was over and it was time to pass. You looked at your luminescent body with your hands raised in front of you, studying your palms. Your eyes widened and you took a chance. Your boyfriend looked at you and opened his arms.

You leapt forward bringing the both of you to the ground while you laid on top of your boyfriend. Bakugou caught you as his eyes widened. He could feel you again. After four months he was finally able to touch the person he loved so much. He put one hand on your mid back and the other on the back of your head, holding you closely.

He held you tightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You spoke softly into his ear as your body glowed brighter. "I'll meet you again. But for now, go out and be the best. For me, ok?"

He said nothing as he held you. Scared that if he spoke, the sound would only be needy cries. So he only nodded. He knew you got the message.

Your smile widened in his shoulder as you knew he would try to get better after this. You leaned back, your noses almost touching and mouthed an 'I love you Katsuki' before you disappeared in his arms.

Now he laid alone in his dark room. No real thoughts swirled in his head while he looked at his hands as if you were still there.

The silence was no longer excruciatingly painful, but rather peaceful as Bakugou let out a breath. He wasn't crying anymore, but smiling. He kept his back to the floor while reaching for his phone.

He dialed a number and let it ring a few times.

"What's up bro?" His best friend answered on the other side.

The blonde laid the back of his arm over his eyes and put the receiver to his ear to speak. "I'll be in tomorrow," he said.

There was a short pause. He could practically hear his red haired best friend smile on the other end.

"I'm glad, Bakugou." He said. "Y/N would be so happy."

Bakugou sighed. Yeah, you would be.

"Yeah." Was the only thing Bakugou said before hanging up. He rested the phone on his stomach and stayed still for a moment. Harley came and laid next to him. Cuddling up at his hip.

This pain wouldn't subside anytime soon. He knew that he'll probably think about you every day for the rest of his life. But for now, he had to be strong. He promised you.

So he picked himself up for the day, looking over to the end table with the engagement ring. He smiled.

It was time to move forward.

For you.

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I should post something right? I hope the formatting is okay.

Here's the first chapter of one of my fics! Find the completed version on A03 and Wattpad

Summary: You are forced to marry Dragon Prince, Bakugou Katsuki, per your fathers dying wish. You try to do everything in your power to get closer to the rough blonde. But how can you when he's in love with someone else?

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut

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“You look beautiful.” Nejire said as she placed the silver tiara on your head and stepped back to admire her work.

You looked over in the mirror to examine your wedding dress. The powder white ball gown touched the floor. The beaded bodice fit your chest and abruptly flared out at the waist. The sweetheart neckline stopped right above your breasts and was embroidered by silver crystals. It attached to the sheer, floral off shoulder sleeves that hugged down your arms and ended at your wrists. The veil was light and tickled your shoulders.

“Thank you, Nejire.” You faked a smile and looked at the elven maid through the reflection of the mirror. You gripped tightly onto the bouquet in your hands. Your mother had insisted on a soft color to represent purity for the ceremony.

The ceremony. In just a few minutes, you would be married to Bakugou Katsuki. Prince of neighboring region, Deika. Prince of dragons.

You looked out the window as a wave of emotions washed over you. You knew this time would come eventually. With no brothers, it was your duty to marry to uphold the reputation of your kingdom. You never imagined it would be to him.

The country of Yuuei was full of different races. You and most of your kingdom were human. But among the country, there were fox people, elves -like your maid, Nejire-, witches, orcs and many others. And of course, dragon people. While Bakugou was human, he still had dragon blood in him. Not enough to use their power, but still deep within and enough to be allowed to be their ruler.

A light knock from a guard made you sigh. At the word of Nejire, he peeked his head in and spoke.

“It’s time, princess.”

Nejire looked at you and fluffed your veil. “Smile, princess. It’s a big day.” You said nothing as she led you to the hall of the ceremony. She bowed in front of your father and stood back.

Your father stood next to you. He was a tall man with silver hair and beard. Wrinkles littered his face, proof of his old age. He wore a black suit under his purple robe that followed behind him on the ground. Thin gold strung the white fur around his neck together and braided down his body. He held out his arm for you to take as he looked down at his treasured daughter.

“Are you nervous, dear?”

“Of course, father.” You answered. “To be married to a stranger was not on my list of things to do.”

He caught on to the bitterness of your voice and sighed.

“Forgive me.” He said. “I know this must be hard.”

“It’s okay. It’s for the kingdom.” You would do anything for your people. And after the incident 6 years ago, you knew one day you would have to step up.

“I only want you to be happy.”

“With the dragon prince!?” You loudly whispered. “You are not naive, father. You know of his reputation. It’s reached every corner of Yuuei.”

That’s right. Rumors of the dragon people were prevalent around the country. A city full of large men and women who hunted, drank and had nasty attitudes. At least that’s what you’ve read and heard.

“Do not judge a book by its cover, dear. Aren’t those your own words?”

Of course he would argue something like that. Your father had a habit of being too kind. But how could you stay calm with the gossip spread about the kingdom as soon as he arrived.

The bells rang before you could retort, so you closed your mouth as the music began to play. You looked down at the white carpet, nerves fluttering in your stomach. You raised your head slowly as large oak doors opened slowly to reveal you and your father.

The rays of the summer sun were cascading over your wedding dress through the windows of the large church room. The walls were a blinding white, covered with green foliage as gold chandeliers holding candles decorated the ceiling. Red roses tied by silver bows hung at the end of the white wedding benches on each aisle. A white carpet, littered with pink rose petals on the dark wooden floor led to the steps ascending to the wedding altar.

The seats were filled by all too familiar faces. Maids who worked around the castle sat in the front rows. Behind them were butlers and chefs. They dressed in suits and lavender dresses. The other rows were filled with various castle guests. You saw as some murmured nervously. Others cooed and lit with joy. The musicians sat to the left as they played the traditional wedding tune on string instruments.

Your eyes wandered over to your mother who was clothed in a velvet, purple dress that swept the floor with black embroidery around her neckline and waist. She had her hands clasped elegantly in front of her as she smiled at you fondly. Long Y/H/C hair reached the small of her back and framed her face beautifully. She wore a gold tiara with an amethyst stone in the middle.

You focused back in front of you. Piercing red eyes watched you. He was handsome no doubt. A strong jaw and tall build. With a bated breath, you took your first steps to your unavoidable future. Your steps were slow as the music played.

The blonde man, your soon to be husband, stood at the end of the white wedding rug. His bored eyes watched your every move as the nerves sunk deeper into your bones with every step. His face said it all. He didn’t love you. He didn’t even know you.

Obviously.

This wasn't a real wedding, constructed out of love. It was a business contract fabricated by two royal families that would gain something out of it. The arrangement was struck because of your father’s secret illness. He still looked strong on the outside, but only a few people knew that he was growing weaker by the day.

Now, your mother would be taking over as ruler. She will be the first woman in the country to be taking over the throne without plans to remarry. She loves your father too much to do so.That being said, she would be a target by others who would see her as weak. She wasn't. She could handle whoever dares to invade her kingdom. But still, you agreed when your soon to be husband's mother came to pursue an alliance and proposed intertwining your families. If there were to be a war in the future, you would be eachothers aid.

The only catch being that the children of the two families marry. That's you and the man with rough eyes named Bakugou. You agreed of course. Anything for the kingdom, even if it meant marrying someone you had never even met.

Whispers followed you down the aisle. Were they of joy or pity? You were too lost in your own thoughts to comprehend them. You didn't realize you made it to the altar until you were standing there. Your father released you and stood beside your mother. You looked at him bittersweetly then to your soon to be husband. The pastor smiled warmly at you as Bakugou looked spiteful.

He looked menacing. Like he hated this day the most in his life. You understand him. You were instructed by the priest to hold your hand out as the blonde put an expensive silver band around your ring finger. You felt numb as the pastor spoke. His words a distant sound as you stared at your ring with empty eyes.

You quickly repeated the vows Nejire taught you yesterday. As did he. When the words ‘I do.’ slipped between your lips, you knew your fate was sealed. It was too surreal.

“I do.” He repeated, His voice just as rough as his looks. The cold words matched his gaze. The short peck to your lips was your first kiss at 21 years old. It held no meaning. You pulled away and once again looked into his menacing eyes.

With that the wedding was over.

You walked together down the aisle as your parents and servants clapped politely. You felt sick to your stomach, but kept a bright smile. What was in store for you? Who even was this man now betrothed to you?

Who was the dragon prince, Bakugou Katsuki?

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Thank you~ If you enjoyed, come read the rest! I promise the writing gets better as it's my first fic.

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