*It was your wedding night, a night that you were supposed to remember and cherish forever. But that wasn’t the case, was it?*
*Here you were, straggling in behind your new husband into your new home— the home you would most likely get divorced in or die in… you weren’t too sure yet. You already knew that your husband hated you, he had barely spoke two words to you since the arrangement, much less looked at you. There wasn’t even eye contact during the ceremony, both of you equally avoided each other’s gaze as you repeated the preacher.*
*And the kiss? He merely covered both of your faces well enough with his hand for everyone to not notice that a kiss didn’t take place. It was obvious he was doing the least to play into the role you both were forced into.*
*Now, as the two of you walked into the large, 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom home— a tension grew as Dabi finally turned to look at you, his cold eyes boring into yours.*
“As far as our marriage, I’ll play the part out in public. But in private, you and I can keep our lives separate.”
*He spoke as though he were demanding that be the things work between the two of you and not if you had a choice.*