Hi- this is Kitsune! Welcome to my second story for My Hero Academia. I'm not going to lie, I'm still trying to feel this particular anime out while I work, so if something doesn't quite add up. I apologize.
Also, this will have shameless smut in it. I will try to make it non explicit, but...stuff happens and I happen to like details.
I have however marked the one chap with smut in it already, so beware of that. And please be sure to write me and tell me what you think of A Quirk Marriage.
A quirk marriage. When someone usually heard those words uttered to them they were filled with a mixture of hope, disbelief, dread, anger, bitterness and resentment, all of which depended solely on the person/persons involved.
He however was livid. No strike that, he was beyond livid.
The only time that he could recall being this pissed off was when the USJ had been attacked and some of the students and teachers had almost been lost. Among the victims of the attack that day had been one of his co-workers and friendly *he used the term loosely given the fact that Shota still sort of hated him* though he was fairly certain that he no long made little hinagata with his name on them in which to curse him to the bowels of hell with anymore. And the second person, he was incredibly fond of... The second victim was his heir to the power One for All, young Izuku Midoriya.
His student, and newest best friend.
However the anger he had felt that day almost paled in comparison to what he was feeling now as he walked out of the council meeting with the government of Japan and made sure to slam the door behind him.
His only thought at the moment was, How dare they.
How dare they think that they have any right to force him into such a disgraceful position just because they feared losing him and his quirk.
How dare they tell him to fall in line and basically choose some poor random woman or young girl to 'rape' until she was pregnant. Because that was all quirk marriages were in his eyes. A disgusting form of government sanctioned rape. After all, why should the government care if some of their hero's married and bred random strangers?
It wasn't like they were losing anything.
Their daughters and sons were safe with their families while some other person's life was ripped apart by terror and the unknown future that lay beyond that terror.
And a majority of young women and girls ripped from their lives weren't properly cared for- which caused a high rate of depression, mental instability and inevitably...death.
Truly the government council and everyone sitting on it were a bunch of fools to think that he would force himself on someone just to meet their demands.
Hell no!
He was better than that.
Still, they must have known that he would be against the idea to begin with because they had threatened to remove his hero's license, and force him into an early retirement. And frankly he couldn't let that happen. He had too much work still to do.
So if he absolutely had to be bound to someone in a quirk marriage it was going to be his way or none at all. And he had made that perfectly known to the council.
He would choose. Not them.
The person he chose would stand at his side as an equal, not a baby factory. When and if the two of them wanted a child, they would try for one, but it would not be because it was demanded of them.
The girl/women would be allowed to work if she wished, though she didn't have to since he could more than provide for them both quite easily. After all, he made one point seven million dollars almost yearly. And aside from his bills and other necessities, as well as the purchase of his new five bedroom, two in a half bathroom home located just outside the city a bit- he never really touched any of it.
So he quite literally had millions upon millions sitting unused in his bank account. Which meant that he could easily set up an allowance for his spouse and still have enough to use to spoil her with anything that she may want, need or desire.
Jewelry, designer clothing, expensive perfumes, or shoes. Hell he could even afford to send her around the world at least a hundred times over if she wanted to travel a bit.
But he digressed.
The government had given him three months to find a suitable match for himself and settle down. That meant three months of no work as a hero, and brushing up on his dating skills. Which was a little bit of a problem for him since he had only ever had one night stands. And that was after he had debuted as a hero.
Part of the reasoning behind this had much to do with his physical appearance when he wasn't running around saving people. He was weak, his body was almost skeletal in appearance and well...it was grotesque to him if you wanted the gods to honest truth.
Whereas his hero form was...like a god.
His other form was strong, healthy, and from what he had been told by his former lover's H-O-T hot. Of course he'd been told other things as well.
All of which were a tad bit embarrassing to a modest man like him. But at the same time sort of stroked his male ego some. Things like, you could bounce a coin off of his ass. That one had made him blush for weeks. He had initially thought that the woman that told him that was trying to say that his hero form had a fat ass. He'd even been incredibly self conscious of his looks for a little bit afterwards and had thought to change his uniform a bit so that his ass was less noticeable.
That hadn't ended well for him since he was a public figure.
He had worn a baggy track suit once. And the public had had a fucking field day trying to figure out what the hell he was doing. Needless to say, he wasn't doing that shit again.
Of course he'd been told other things too. All of which were also a bit embarrassing. Some commented on the size of his cock- he hadn't realized that that would even be commented on until it had happened. And after he had kindly sent the woman on her way by taking her home in his car, he had promptly gone home and measured himself.
So...yeah, that was a thing.
And the best comment he'd had made about him so far, was the fact that he fucked like he were a beast. It was rare for him to set a slow pace and take his time due to his current three minute time limit. Still on the occasions that he did...he was so self conscious of his true form that he usually kept the woman with him blind folded and tied to his bed so that she couldn't remove the blindfold.
How could he marry a woman knowing that she would find him disgusting? Knowing that she would find the act of lying with him disgusting?
He stepped outside of the building and took a moment to let his anger fade away slightly as he stared out over the well manicured yard that he was now standing in and took a deep breath as his mind began to race. If he couldn't avoid a quirk marriage then he at least needed to put some effort into finding someone who could tolerate him in both of his forms and someone that he didn't mind being bound to for the rest of his life.
Maybe if he got lucky he would find someone he found beautiful, funny and smart.
In his opinion that would be like winning the lottery a hundred times in a row. If he could find someone like that who didn't mind either of his forms he would enter into a quirk marriage with the woman regardless of whether or not she had a quirk of her own, and he would be damned happy to have her in his life for every day that he had her.