Not that it was a love marriage to begin with, no he was to be wed in a marriage arranged for him by his parents and his bride's parents.
He was after all the one and only +
heir to the Midoriya Syndicate, the biggest yakuza group in East Asia and the most feared within Asia overall. The Midoriya Syndicate was the oldest and most revered with only the Aizawa Syndicate comparing.
And he was to be wed to Bakugou Katsuma, fair daughter of +
the Bakugou clan.
A smaller division of Japan’s yakuza brought in recently that had quickly risen within the yakuza ranks to settle as the third feared group in Japan.
The marriage was clearly one of business, to further cement the Midoriya Syndicates power and to provide +
the Bakugou clan with even more reach.
There had been rumours of assassination attempts on Midoriya Izuku as the rebels had complained that at 22 he was still single and had not produced or found an heir yet.
Izuku himself thought it silly after all, what good was a +
title of being married mean in the grand scheme of things? Being married didn’t mean he’d stop rebels before they could grow. Being married didn’t mean that he all of a sudden was given more benefits and such.
To Izuku a marriage was just a hassle.
The rumours he’d heard +
of this Bakugou Katsuma person already painted her out as some obedient little housewife and Izuku wanted nothing to do with obedient little house wives. He wouldn’t be able to hold conversations with her, the conversations too intellectual for her little mind. She wouldn’t +
be able to train with him lest her ‘/dainty fingers/’ get ‘/dirtied/’.
It was all a joke to Izuku, but if wanted to officially take the mantle as the Head of the Midoriya Syndicate from his father he’d have to marry to gain the support of the older generation or the +
leaders stuck in the old traditional way.
So Midoriya Izuku was to be wed.
x
She walked down the halls, her head tilted down as she felt rather than saw the presence of the four yards that were accompanying her.
The umbrella the guard held above her covered her face anyway, but as she was a demure, soft spoken girl she had to lower her gaze and not +
look at anyone who could be higher of rank than her. That basically meant anyone within the walls of this building. So to prevent the risk of angering someone she kept her eyes down, to the floor watching as the skirts of her wedding dress swished across the floor.
She was +
nervous more than anything.
Everyone knew of the Midoriya Syndicate but barely anyone ever knew who their heir was. All they knew was the man was viscous to fault, and would not hesitate to attack anyone he thinks will get in his way or try to deceive him.
She clutched her +
hands tight to the side of her gown, watching the lights shimmer off the gold stitching that was painstakingly stitched into the dress.
The dress /was/ beautiful and the headpiece she wore was simple but spoke of wealth but it was the fact she was essentially marrying a man +
she didn’t know and who was known for acting first, asking questions later.
What if she angered him?
What if he knew?
He would know anyway and what then?
It was all such late notice for her, one second minding her own business the next being shoved into a car as it sped +
away and moved closer and closer to her loss of freedom.
She didn’t want to be some trophy wife but she knew that was what she would be relegated to.
At last, they had finally reached the doors that would seal her fate.
With a sigh, she stepped into the room, the sound of +
the door shutting behind her sealing her fate.
Izuku grinned internally as he watched his delicate bride walk down the aisle towards him. He watched as the mother of the bride passed the bride to Izuku with a slight quiver in her hand as she bowed to him before stepping back.
He grinned all the way through the vows he +
said, but his bride too /shy/ to speak only nodded when spoke to and whispered in a quiet voice “I do” when the time called for it.
As the umbrella was removed, thrown somewhere behind Izuku he stepped forward to share his first kiss with his /wife/. And with glee in his +
veins, he felt her clutch at his arms before she melted right into him and kissed him back, making soft sighing noises as if kissing Izuku was the best thing ever.
Oh Izuku couldn’t wait for married life.
x
The party had been in full swing for at least a couple hours now and Izuku deemed it long enough to grab his brides, smooth and soft hand in his and drag her out of the room to a room in a secluded corner of the villa.
As he shut the door, he pushed his wife onto the chair +
supplied before leaning over her to whisper in her ear “my, my darling aren’t you a beautiful gem.”
He saw with satisfaction as his wife’s cheeks pinked and ducked her head down to hide it.
“Oh /Katsuki/ baby there’s no need to hide your blush. Your blushing face is so +
adorable after all.”
/Katsuki’s/ head popped up to stare wide eyed at izuku at the mention of the others name.
By that point he’d walked across the room to drink from one of the bottles supplied in the mini fridge. He stalked back towards katsuki who looked at him with wide +
eyes, his hands trembling, but he tried to hide it by moving his dress but Izuku grabbed each hand placing it on the arm rest using his own hands to keep them there.
“Kacchan baby, did you really think I wouldn’t know it was you walking down that aisle instead of that sorry +
excuse of a sister you call your twin. After all, who else did you think put out the hit to make her…” he smiled at Katsuki watching as the flush on his cheeks spread to his neck.
“disappear.”
Katsuki’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe he’d finally gotten rid of his +
sister.
“H-how?” Katsuki sputtered, still in shock that the criminal underworld boss had marauded /him./
“Who do you think orchestrated this arranged marriage, sweetheart? I told you that day I saw you in the studio doing your photo shoot that I’d make you mine. And I +
did, didn’t I?” he whispered caressing Katsuki’s cheek smirking when the man leaned into the touch.
“I’m yours.” he mumbled, half drunk on Izuku.
“Then kiss me.” he whispered again.
And katsuki kissed him.
Because he was Midoriya Izuku, criminal name Deku and +
what Deku wants…
Deku gets.
end?? (I think I’m gonna rewrite this better) also I’m honestly half asleep right now so if there’s grammar mistakes that’s why
If anyone e wants more of this or something, if you want
dkbk have known each other forever. Since they were born. Mitsuki and Masaru were there with inko when she gave birth and as soon as baby Izuku was held in her arms baby katsuki made grabby hands towards the other baby. His parents seeing him focus +
something other than his orange teddy moved closer to Izuku and they watched in wonder as both boys stared at each other. No crying, no grumbling nothing. Just happy gurgling as their mouths stretched into wide smiles as Izuku stretched his hand out to grab baby katsuki’s +
finger who giggled with glee.
After that first meeting the two had become almost inseparable. Katsuki screaming and crying when he had to be away from Izuku.
They were now around 11 months old and Mitsuki was trying to introduce new foods into katsuki’s diet. She had put +
Katsuki was hit with a quirk while he was coming back from shopping with his idiot friends. One second Kirishima looked over to see he was arguing with Kaminari about Hemingway’s ‘farewell to arms’ and it’s connotations and the next second he was +
screaming, a lot closer to the floor, drowning in the clothes he’d just been dressed in.
And then the screaming began.
“ZUKU! ZUKU! ZUKU! WHERE ARE YOU!” he screamed stamping his feet his face growing increasingly redder as fat tears trailed down his face.
He looked +
around seeing no sign of Zuku anyway and growing more and more creeped out by this place filled with people he didn’t know. Arms wrapping around him shocked him and he started kicking and screaming more when he got lifted.