Her father's study was large, European styled with shelves packed tightly with encyclopedias, dictionaries, books on philosophy, history, and classical literature of several languages. The lights were dimmed in favor of the light from the fireplace which burned brightly and gave the walls a tint of burgundy. The burning wood's smoke accented the freshly poured glass of wine her father had taken conservative sips of. An Antinori Chianti Classico Peppoli 2013, his favorite bottle, as a young girl she had secret sips like her father. It grew on her with age. She smiled at him even though he couldn't see her as the chairs surrounded the fire with their back towards the door.

"Come in, come in," her father said as he waved her over. Momo went forward however she stopped behind her father's chair. The rich red from the chair's silk velvet cushioning made the man regal as if he were a lord. He was clutching a manila folder. "Momo, my daughter," he started, his voice stern yet not unkind. "As a Yaoyorozu you have certain… obligations to the family. Certain expectations. Top of your classes, an eye for business, the beauty of your mother, and a quirk of near limitless potential," Momo blushed, his praise was not foreign but still welcome every time. "There's only one thing I ask, as head of the Yaoyorozu family," his voice softened, "as your father."

He held the folder filled with several files over the back of his head for her to take. "A future husband. You don't have to love them, but you must formally marry one of them." His voice was strained, but his hands were tied. Business for the leading tech company was booming overseas but had grown stagnant in the Japanese market due to the only child and heiress coming of age to lead the company after her father. The prize of having the company for their children, even if it meant taking the Yaoyorozu name, was enough for the companies to pressure he father into making this decision.

Momo wasn't surprised; it was how business went for old and prestigious families. The weight of these decisions were heavy on her father as he to married her mother in the same manner. "Dismissed," she let her father deal with distressing with his wine. "Momo, don't let them treat you unkindly. You're still a Yaoyorozu, you still have pride. And you're still my daughter."

Momo awoke in the orange tinted room, the sunlight breaking through the heavy curtains. Her room had elegant furniture with her large bed taking most of the space. She checked the time on her digital clock, thirty minutes before she scheduled herself to wake. The arrangements for her wedding taking place next week, the next Saturday, were in place. Today was a day she set aside to relax with her friends. However she doubted how much time she would spend with them, Kyouka has found the mysterious man she was texting at dinner last week and after Denki had realized as well (after being told by Momo, much to Kyouka's dismay) they hurriedly made up from fighting and even though the two had spats on music, games, and various other hobbies they seemed to get along well. Mina had taken a liking to the man's friend, Eijiro, and had plans today to do something today. Most likely something Momo had no interest in being told, something naughty.

She thought back to her fiancé. She had met with drunkards, dullards, chauvinists, and the worst offenders were all three. For months she had to go on dates with one of the men her social standing deemed worthy. Nearing her wits end and the end of the list she had went to dinner expecting more of the same.

The half white half redhead had been punctual, stylish with his light blue suit and tie to accent her deep red dress with his hair gelled back he looked handsome, and caring when he listened to her and even giving blunt but meaningful advice and opinions. He wore an eyepatch to their first date which she found odd as he even had it in his photo in the file yet it said he wasn't blind in the eye. On a more recent date she had learned it was to hide the scar on his face, yet he didn't go into further detail. She stared into his deep blue eye behind the scar. Though mismatched with one gray and one blue they both were beautiful, however, they held a certain sadness in them.

"Was it love?" She found herself asking herself when her heart would beat faster every time they met, her mind filled with images of his small and secretive smiles, and her lips longing for his touch after he had stolen a kiss from her. Her cell phone rang. Picking it up from the dresser on the other side of her room she noticed it was from Shouto.

Earphones: So yeah, she's been up and moving around today even talking.

Earphones: Unlike yesterday where she locked herself in her room and wouldn't say a thing.

Earphones: She's still hurting though. I heard her trying to quite herself when crying.

Denki was sitting on the floor of his living room. For the last week him and Kyouka had been talking or texting nearly nonstop (save for when working), but had went silent yesterday. He asked for the details and got them.

Denki: Who was this guy?

Denki: Anyone lucky enough to get a Yoayorozu must be important.

Earphones: I guess it doesn't hurt to tell now.

Earphones: It was a Todoroki.

Earphones: You know, the family of the real estate mogul.

Denki fell back in shock nearly throwing his phone on the ground. He typed furiously.

Denki: WHICH ONE WAS IT

Denki: THEY OWN THE GYM

Denki: ONE'S HERE RIGHT NOW

Earphones: Wait there is?

Denki: Is it the youngest one, the one with the eyepatch?

Earphones: Look Denki, yes, but you shouldn't get involved in this.

Denki took that as a yes. His phone kept ringing from various messages, he decided to mute it. Running from his room he went to where he knew the youngest Todoroki spent most of his time at the gym. The room was in the basement of the complex and from outside the door Denki heard the fierce punches against the punching bag in the room. The half and half man was huffing from exhaustion; he must have been there for hours. Denki wondered if he should go through with this. Maybe he shouldn't get involved. His impulsive nature was going to get him in serious trouble one of these days. He swallowed and went to meet him.

The "Boss' Area" as it was dubbed by those working at the gym held a small desk and lamp in the corner to be used by whichever Todoroki came in. It was a formality really as Katsuki ran the operations the Todoroki's provided the funds so long as the gym was in top shape and open at all times for them and their hectic schedules. A boxing ring, weightlifting equipment, treadmills, and all sorts of equipment were contained in the basement. "Leave." Shouto's aura filled the air with a thick hatred. A sane man would leave; a saner man would not have come at all.

"Todoroki, um, sir," Denki's words stuck in his throat. Shouto went to sit down on the bench next to the ring where a water bottle had been placed earlier that he took greedy gulps of. "Why did you leave Momo," Denki blurted out. Shouto crushed the water bottle's sides.

"What I do is my business. Leave before I have you fired and thrown out for trespassing."

This was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea, Denki thought to himself. "She's crying, Todoroki." Shouto twitched. It was small, barely noticeable, but there.

"I don't care, but if you won't leave on your own accord we can settle this in the ring." Shouto pulled out two sets of gloves from under the ring and threw a pair at Denki. Denki had not fought very much but he knew what protective gear he should have had on when you get into the ring. Thanks brain, I hope you like concussions.

Once they were both in the ring Shouto loosened his arms with a few stretches. "We'll fight until we get the other to submit or to knock out. I suggest you quit as early as possible." They went to the center of the ring Denki trying to jump from foot to foot to hopefully be fast enough to dodge whatever came after him while Shouto in a more stoic and brutal stance. Denki went for a right hook but Shouto simply step back and dodged it then went forward with a jab at Denki's stomach. It connected.

Denki had no idea how long Shouto spent down here today wailing away on the punching bag but it did not seem to lessen his strength. Denki recoiled then wasting no time went for a shot at Shouto's body in vain as Shouto blocked. This went on for what seemed like an eternity but only a few minutes in reality. Denki managed to land a hit to Shouto's blind spot and even to dodge a shot at his head but most of the hits were from Shouto.

Denki backed into the ropes and grabbed out to then to steady himself. "Give up. Any farther and you'll be unconscious."

Shouto's words were like venom in Denki's ears. "I… can't." Denki's breathing became erratic. "I won't until you at least tell Momo what's wrong."

Shouto grit his teeth in anger. He threw of his left glove and then grabbed his eyepatch and ripped it off his face revealing his scar. "Look at this. Do you see this?" Shouto's voice was shaky while his eyes filled with anger and sadness. "My mother gave me this scar after pouring boiling water on me as a child. She said she couldn't stand seeing me anymore; I looked like him more and more. My father raped her for heirs, abused her, abused his own children as well." Shouto fought back tears. "Now he wants a grandson! What am I supposed to do if I hurt her? What if I hurt children? I refuse him. I refuse to be like him!"

"Then stop blaming yourself and talk to her about it!" Denki spat back. Shouto was in shock, "I don't know what you're going through. I'll probably never understand all of your feelings," Denki huffed from exhaustion, "but you aren't your father." Denki released the rope and tried to steady himself, his vision blurry. "You could have talked to her about it. A guy like you… no, because it's you she fell in love with you!" Denki raised his fists and approached Shouto, "After I beat you down I'll make you talk to her." Shouto went in as well. He moved quickly and delivered a punch to Denki's unguarded chest throwing Denki onto his back unconscious.

Mentally exhausted and physically spent still had to carry Denki out of ring and get him some medical attention. He did so and carried him up the stairs and went out to the front desk. Eijiro was manning it and gave a "holy shit" as he saw the two.

"Um, I don't remember his name but he works here." Shouto began, "I have the number for a private house doctor you should probably call."

Denki woke in his own bed feeling his whole body in pain and feeling exhausted. He tried to sit up, tried being the key word. "Stop moving, Idiot. You'll only hurt yourself more," a soft voice said. Kyouka was sitting beside the bed on a folding chair Denki kept for outdoor outings, it was uncomfortable. "I wanted to tell you not to do anything stupid but you muted your phone, so I had to take a damn taxi and when I get here you're out cold with a doctor trying to treat you! You're lucky he didn't knock your head clean off." Kyouka raised her voice but it wasn't in anger. "What were you even trying to accomplish getting beaten down."

Denki gave a weak smile, "Sorry to make you worry." He started to berate himself, "as a man who loves ladies I can't stand when they cry. I tried to help and only ended up making another one cry over me."

Kyouka blushed and looked away from him, "I wasn't crying over you, I just needed to make sure you didn't get yourself killed is all."