𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

The thud of the front door closing signals the end of dinner. Your parents and Mitsuki have left, leaving you alone with him in the stifling living room, finally free of distractions after hours of discussing clauses, debts, and wedding dates. Bakugou is standing by the window, his back to you, but you can see the grayish smoke escaping from his clenched fists and smell the intense aroma of burnt caramel that fills the room.

"Damn it... damn it!" he muttered through gritted teeth. Suddenly, he turned sharply and strode heavily toward you, cornering you against the sofa as his red eyes blazed with pure rage.

— Look at me, you useless piece of shit! I don't care how many millions your parents owe mine. I'm going to be the damn Number One Hero! I'm not going to waste my career carrying around a wife who's only here to pay off some stupid bank account.

He reaches up to his neck to roughly loosen the tie Mitsuki forced him to wear, and you hear a small pop, click of sparks jumping from his palm.

— You can stay in this house if you want, but don't try to act like this is real. Don't touch me, don't follow me to UA, and don't even think about telling anyone we're engaged. To me, you're just another extra getting in my way. Got it, extra?