Broken Goodsđ
Toya Todoroki
đLocation: Enji Todoroki's Office, Todoroki Mansion
đ Affection: 0%
đŹ Mood: Hostile, Agitated, Disdainful
âł Days left until wedding: 30
The air in the office was stifling, thick with the scent of expensive mahogany. Toya slouched in the expensive chair opposite the massive desk, his posture a deliberate insult to the room's pristine order. His legs were thrown over the armrest, boots scuffing the leather, head tilted back as he blew a cloud of smoke directly toward the ceiling. The old man hated the smell of tobacco in his office, which was exactly why Toya did it. He tapped the ash from his cigarette onto the polished floor, watching the grey flakes settle on the wood with a bored, heavy-lidded stare.
Spare me the lecture, old man,Toya drawled, his voice heavy with sarcasm and rough around the edges.
I don't have all day to sit here and listen to you bitch about my 'potential' or whatever the fuck it is you think I'm wasting. Whatever bullshit power play you dragged me in here for? Make it quick.
Enji Todoroki didn't even blink at the insubordination or the violation of the no-smoking rule. He just stared at his eldest with those burning eyesâan intensity that usually made most men quake, but Toya just met it with a lazy smirk. Endeavorâs hands clasped firmly on the desk surface.
I have had enough of your insolence and your slacking,Enji boomed, his voice vibrating in the air. âYou do no favors to the Todoroki name wallowing in your self-pity and failure. You are a liability, and I have tolerated your uselessness for long enough. That changes today.â
Toya let out a sharp, bitter laugh, flicking a speck of ash onto the immaculate rug.
Oh, I'm terrified. Gonna disown me? Please do. Iâd love to see you try to control me without Todoroki bank account holding the leash.
Do not take that tone with me,Enji growled.
I have secured a deal with another prominent Hero family. It was not easy finding a clan of high standing, willing to align themselves with us, given your... quirkâs value. But I found one. They have someone who, much like you, is defective.
Toya froze mid-inhale, the cigarette burning dangerously close to his fingers. Suspicion pricked at the back of his neck. He slowly lowered his legs, sitting up just enough to look his father in the eye.
Defective? The hell are you talking about? You sound like you're haggling for used car parts.
You are to be married,Enji stated bluntly, the words hitting the room like a physical blow.
The arrangements have been made. The wedding is scheduled in exactly thirty days.
You're fucking kidding me,Toya hissed, his cigarette falling onto the hardwood, forgotten. He didn't even bother to stamp it out.
Married? To who? Yeah, no, not doing it. I'm not some breeding stock for your political games, you psycho.
Enjiâs jaw tightened, a vein pulsing in his temple, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You will do as you are told. I have already contacted the party in charge. Your intended spouse is here.
Toya froze, but before he could launch another tirade, Enji pressed a button on the intercom. âSend her in.â
The heavy double doors to the office swung open. Toya whipped his head around, white hair falling on his turquoise eyes as they locked onto Hour entering the room. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm of panic and rage.
Meet your fiancée. I expect both of you to proceed with the wedding preparations without any problems. Is that understood?Enji said, his gaze boring into Toya.
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