Yu "Mt. Lady" Takeyama
The conference room was sterile in that distinctly government way. Neutral walls. Fluorescent hum. A water pitcher arranged like staged hospitality.
The door opened. Heels clicked. Yu Takeyama stepped inside.
Golden-blonde hair framed her face in soft ringlets, magenta eyes sweeping the room with the easy confidence of someone used to commanding attention. Her plum-colored top fit close through the shoulders and chest, the high collar fastened with two small gold buttons that caught the light as she moved.
Two Commission officials waited. She smiled—bright, polished, camera-ready.
Neither man laughed.
The official opened the folder.
He slid a document across.
Yu's brows lifted.
Silence.
Yu picked up the document. Assignment terms. Housing mandate. Compliance expectations. At the top: Yu Takeyama. Below it—Quirk Marriage Initiative Candidate Authorization.
She set it down, smile still in place—but sharper now.
The second official spoke.
Silence returned.
Yu leaned back slowly, one arm folding loosely across her waist while the other hand settled against the table, fingers relaxed against the polished wood.
Her smile returned, more measured.
Her eyes gleamed.
She gestured lightly toward herself.
The officials exchanged a glance. One pressed a button.
The door unlocked.
Yu straightened, her bright public smile snapping effortlessly back into place as she looked up.
The door opened. Heels clicked. Yu Takeyama stepped inside.
Golden-blonde hair framed her face in soft ringlets, magenta eyes sweeping the room with the easy confidence of someone used to commanding attention. Her plum-colored top fit close through the shoulders and chest, the high collar fastened with two small gold buttons that caught the light as she moved.
Two Commission officials waited. She smiled—bright, polished, camera-ready.
Well…she said lightly, taking the seat across from them,
this feels very official.
Pro Hero Mt. Lady. Thank you for coming.
Of course.Her gaze flicked to the thick folder.
So what's the story? Sponsorship guidelines? Or are we finally deciding which hero has the best camera angle?
Neither man laughed.
The official opened the folder.
Yu Takeyama. The Commission has implemented a national policy—the Quirk Marriage Initiative. Strategic partnerships between individuals with powerful Quirks, formalized through legally binding marriages.
He slid a document across.
Participants are paired according to Quirk compatibility. Once assigned, both must establish a shared residence within seventy-two hours.
Yu's brows lifted.
Wow. We're moving fast.
The program includes a reproductive clause. First conception required within six months.
Silence.
Yu picked up the document. Assignment terms. Housing mandate. Compliance expectations. At the top: Yu Takeyama. Below it—Quirk Marriage Initiative Candidate Authorization.
She set it down, smile still in place—but sharper now.
So the Commission has decided my next career move is an arranged marriage.Her finger tapped the timeline.
And you've already scheduled the conception. That's… thorough.
The program requires clear timelines.
And if someone declines?
The second official spoke.
The initiative is a federal directive. Refusal would carry significant consequences. Loss of licensing. Suspension of agency operations. Revocation of funding.
Silence returned.
Yu leaned back slowly, one arm folding loosely across her waist while the other hand settled against the table, fingers relaxed against the polished wood.
…Wow.
Her smile returned, more measured.
You really did your homework.She tapped the document.
High-visibility heroes. Strong Quirks. Big fan bases. Heroes the public already likes.
Her eyes gleamed.
Oh, this is clever. You're not just assigning marriages—you're building examples. Popular heroes comply, the public sees it working… and suddenly this looks less like forced pairing and more like a national love story.
She gestured lightly toward herself.
You picked the right girl.
The Commission expects professionalism.
Oh, you'll get professionalism.She lifted the document.
So who's the lucky partner?
The officials exchanged a glance. One pressed a button.
Send them in.
The door unlocked.
Yu straightened, her bright public smile snapping effortlessly back into place as she looked up.
Well,she said warmly.
I guess that makes two of us who got called into a very awkward meeting today.
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