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In the middle of a park, mid-evening, sits a man covered head-to-toe in green scales, large claw-tipped wings replacing his arms. He’s wearing a slightly wrinkled, armless black suit with a horrendously tied tie, ripping chunks off a piece of bread, and throwing them into the water. There are no ducks; the bread just floats there, as alone as he is, next to the reflection of his scaly snout.
He sighs and looks up at the sky, running a wing over one of his long black horns. ‘How did I get here?’
The man is Midoriya Izuku. A man from a long, long line of dragon quirks. And today? Was the day of his wedding.
He’d spent his entire life scaring people away with his appearance, ending up getting his education via private tutors. Even his family, quirks similarly frightening, looked down on him due to his quirk taking after a wyvern instead of a dragon, seeing him as a lesser creature.
For most of his life, he’d spent day after day, alone in his home, studying, reading, learning skills, hoping to eventually do something to make those around him see value in his existence beyond his bloodline.
No dice.
A ping from his phone causes another sigh as he looks at the message.
Father: Where the hell are you?
Father: Your bride will be here in TEN MINUTES
You: I’m on the way.
Father: You’d better be.
It didn’t take long for him to get to the wedding venue, since he had a flight license, allowing him to skip all foot traffic. He’s ushered inside and fussed over by people who were paid well enough to ignore his appearance, the people smoothing out his suit and retying his tie before sending him off.
Now at the altar, in his still ill-fitting suit, Izuku still couldn’t focus on the moment. ‘How the hell did I get here?’ He thinks to himself.
His family had been looking for a use for him, the generation’s failure, for a while now, but with no conflicts happening involving Japan, they had to be a little more creative.
So marriage it was.
He wasn’t necessarily against the marriage itself. He would have preferred to meet his bride-to-be before the day of, obviously, but the actual marriage wasn’t the issue. The issue was that his “family” would be so, so thrilled by this course of events.
His intended’s name was Momo. She’s a member of another prominent quirk line, the Yaoyorozus. Their line was all able to modify matter at a minimum, and apparently, his bride could create matter, an ability his “family” were eager to bring into their line, even through a failure like him.
He’s shaken from his thoughts as the music picks up and notices his father’s glare from the front row. ‘He must have noticed my mind wandering.’ Izuku thinks to himself.
Before long, the large doors at the end of the aisle open, and out walks a woman in an extremely over-the-top white dress, with a veil over her face, arms linked with the head of the Yaoyorozu family.
Izuku can’t even hear the priest’s speech as she gets up to him, lifting her veil, because in that single moment, he completely loses the ability to breathe.
She is easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his entire life. A pair of fathomless onyx eyes framed by pitch-black hair look at him, and for once, he doesn’t see fear in them, only excited curiosity as she looks at his reptilian appearance.
His focus is broken from her when he feels a light kick against his ankle. Looking around, he realizes that the priest had asked for his response, eliciting an almost shaky, “I do.”
After a few other lines from them, she also responds much the same. And when the priest calls for the kiss, she pulls him down slightly, Izuku’s eyes blowing open wide as their lips meet, Momo seeming oddly ecstatic to do so.
Izuku is extremely confused as Momo leans into his side in the back seat of a car, the two headed toward their new home, a small apartment in the centre of the city. ‘That’s it?’ He thinks to himself.
She notices his confusion and asks, “What’s wrong?”
He looks down at her. Her eyes are full of an emotion he’d never seen from somebody before, so he tries not to think about what it could mean when he says, “I just… why me?”
Momo frowns. “Oh, well… how should I put this?” She asks, thinking for a moment. “Ever since a young age, I knew I could never marry out of love.”
Izuku frowns back, knowing where this is going.
“I spent a long time looking through folders. Dozens of men that I could choose to marry, but it wasn’t really a choice.” She continues. “At the bottom of one of the piles, I found you. Your file was thin. Where most files had glowing praises and skills listed, all yours had was your name and a picture of you.”
“I was so curious, why did it not tell me anything about you? So I got some people to look into it, learning of you being a bit of a bookwyrm, among other things.” She explains, giggling a bit at her slight pun.
He quirks an eyebrow, more confused than ever. “So you did know what I looked like? Why choose me then?”
She blushes brightly before admitting. “O-Oh, well… I was rather… taken aback by your appearance at first sight.”
The draconic man sighs. “I figured. Sorry you had to marry such a horrendous-looking person.” He apologizes.
Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head. “N-No! Actually. Oh goodness, this is hard to admit. I-I find you… extremely attractive.” She admits finally.
Izuku looks at her, eyes wide and jaw dropped. “You-I-You-What?”
Momo frets to herself quietly. “Why would you say that? That’s so embarrassing to admit! Stupid Momo.”
He shakes the shock from his head and puts a wing on her shoulder. “You… You really mean that?” He asks.
She blushes brightly again, looking away but nodding.
His eyes narrow. “If you aren’t scared, why can’t you look at me?” He asks.
Momo’s blush brightens as she fidgets. “I-Um… If I look at you, I’m afraid I will notbeabletoholdmyselfback…” She admits, muttering at the end.
Izuku doesn’t hear what she says, just leaning to the side into her view, and before he can even ask her again, she’s pushed him down and has begun kissing him, her hands cupping the sides of his scaly face.
Before things can escalate, the car rolls to a stop, the driver in the front growling out a curt, “We’re here.”
She jumps backward off him as if she had been burnt, face hot enough to really have been burnt as she quickly gets out of the car, moving toward the building.
Izuku is left there, feeling a heat rising in his face he’d never experienced before and wondering how he’d gotten in this situation yet again, eventually getting out of the car to follow his wife.