hello, could you request a scenario from Todoroki shoto x fem! reader where they are in a quirk marriage, with a foreign girlfriend. She doesn't know the language, but he knows a bit so they can communicate by combining both languages and pointing things out. she was brought to Japan from another country to get married. she is afraid of living with her new husband whom she just met and in general she is shy and introverted. she tends to hide in some room when she thinks he is in a bad mood or angry, please ? (if you don't want to do it, no problem) -🔥❄🦋
awe yeah!! sorry this took so long!
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man hes so fine- anyways back to yhe story ;)
“y/n, sweetie, we have good news!” you heard your parents chime from outside of your door.
“yes! you’re getting married, isn’t that great!” your father opened your door and your parents stepped into your room.
“huh?” you hid further under your covers when you saw a tall, blank-faced man standing behind them quietly.
“oh my, sorry about her, mr. todoroki, she’s a bit shy. sure she’ll warm up soon enough,” you heard your mother say to him.
when he walked over to you and sat down on the edge of your bed, you cowered into your sheets. the words coming out of his mouth sounded like gibberish except for a small portion of his scattered english.
a few days later, and you were shipped to a very beautiful mansion in japan. although you’d rather be in your room, you couldn’t believe your parents married you off to some rich family miles away. and for your quirk?? it made you anxious just thinking about it.
you’d spent the first few days in your new home hiding away in your room, even if you both couldn’t communicate well besides his small knowledge of english, it was understood you needed space.
you were soon pushed out of your room by the hunger that gnawed at your stomach, and you began the hunt for your kitchen.
you found it pretty easily, and it was amazing. it had tons of counter space, a bar area, and a double oven, among many things.
“hello, y/n,” you heard the voice of a robot behind you.
when you whipped around about to attack some robot with your butter knife, you stopped. there stood your ‘husband’, holding his phone out with google translate on the screen. his expression was blank as he held out his phone to you.
was he expecting you to talk back?
you weakly smiled at him when he handed you the phone, and you typed in a small response.
“hi, fiance i guess. i’m sorry for bumping into you,”
he read it and a small blush appeared on his face before disappearing almost immediately, almost too faint for you to see.
“no need to worry, y/n. but why have you been avoiding me, i think it’d be better for us to talk before my father tries and forces us to.”
your eyes widened, and your stomach turned. tears started pricking at your eyes. you felt sick, horrified.
you immediately shook away from him, carrying your pb&j with you as you ran back to your room.
when you turned your head to look behind you, you saw him studying you from further down the hallway. you couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or angry.
nonetheless, when you heard him try and turn your door, you shot up from your bed and into your walk in closet.
“y/n,” he stepped into your room, “i am sorry, please come out.”
you were shaking, unsure of what to do when he slowly entered the closet.
“please, please don’t hurt me,” you begged, tears tumbling out of your eyes while you backed up as far into the wall as you could get.
“i’ll do anything, just don’t hurt me, please,” you wept, your voice shaking.
he sat beside you, a deep sigh escaping his lips.
“i wasn’t planning to, y/n. i just want to help make this comfortable for you,” he frowned at you and wrapped his arm around you, softly pulling you into his side.
you resisted, trying your best to get up and escape him, but he persisted. after around a minute of pulling at his arm, you gave up and began sobbing into his chest, his shirt gaining a wet patch from your tears.
after around 10 minutes of his forced affection, it felt a bit more comforting than you would’ve guessed.
“i’m sorry, mr. todoroki,” you stared at the ground. you didn’t even know his first name, how were you already married to this man and you didn’t know one thing about him.
“shoto,” he gave you a thumbs up, “is it ok if we go for dinner tonight? optional,”
over a few months, you both learned each other’s languages, and bonded a bit. it felt relieving to not have to scramble and run from him constantly. the affection genuine and wanted now.
“y/n, come over here, i have some news,”
you lazily walked to your boyfriend that was sprawled on the couch.
“i love you,” he stuck his tongue out at you and pulled you into his arms, your only response being a yelp at the unexpected affection.
“i love you too,” you huffed, getting as settled as possible in his grip on the fairly large couch, “thank you for your patience, sho,”
“of course, i knew you’d come around,” he smiled proudly, his usual indifferent expression fading for a moment.
“tch what’s that supposed to mean?”
“nothing,” he ruffled your hair and kissed your cheek, enjoying the goofy smile that formed on your lips from the contact.
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