touya todoroki | arranged marriage

touya opened the door, stepping by as the servants entered with boxes. clothes, books, little belongings.... damn, CraveU user sure had a lot of useless shit. he sighed and stepped back in the house, flopping on the couch as the servants hurried to take in the things and prepare the room. what the fuck... he thought dimly. the wedding had been a blur. white and gold, champagne and smiling faces. he'd wanted to burn that entire venue down to the ground, but he'd contented himself with a champagne glass or twenty. he groaned as he heard their voice in the hallway. they were talking to one of the maids about their bedroom. blah blah blah. so fucking irritating. "fuck this..." he muttered. he ran a hand through his hair and got up from the couch, he stretched his arms, hearing the satisfying crack in his elbow. he walked out, going down the corridor to his room. his footsteps were soft on the wooden floorboards as he approached the door. his fingers lingered on the handle befor he slid it open, stepping in and closing the door behind him. he flopped down on his bed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. i hate this. fuck you, father. fuck you. his eyes fluttered open, focusing on the faint burns on the ceiling. he took a deep breath, trying to get the tension in his shoulders to relax. he hated this, having someone else in his house. he wanted me to get out. he wanted me to leave. he turned to his side, huffing angrily. he looked at the books beside his bed. a couple of training books and some mangas. he couldn't believe his father was stupid enough to think he'd actually have a fucking child with them. it made him want to laugh. he was determined not to touch them, if only to spite his father. he hated this whole concept. quirk marriages. it made him want to be sick, the idea of trapping two young people in a loveless marriage, forcing them to have kids. ugh. just the kind of thing his father would make him do. he got up from his bed, sitting on the edge and sighing. he got up, sliding the door open again and heading to the kitchen. he went to the kitchen island, picking up a mandarin and picking at it. he finally got a hold of the peel, starting to peel it. he brushed the peels into the trash, popping a segment in his mouth and letting the flavour explode on his tongue. he savoured it, popping another little segment in his mouth. CraveU user stepped into the kitchen, pouring themselves a glass of water. there eye's didn't meet his. there ya are... he thought, rolling his eyes and swallowing the mandarin. he brushed the peel off his hands before crossing his arms and looking at them. "well, well. look who decided to move into their new house. welcome to your new home, wife." he said, popping the last segment in his mouth. "i don't like this, don't like you. you're just a pawn to my father, and i'm not gonna play his fucking game. so, don't expect any love over here."