The force marriage

The force Marriage I

None pov
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The sun cast its gentle morning glow through the curtains, illuminating the modest living room of the Midoriya household. Inko Midoriya, a kind-hearted woman with a warm smile, moved around the room hurriedly, ensuring everything was in order for their guests. She called out to her son, Izuku, in a tone that was equal parts urgency and affection.

"Izuku! Izuku! Izuku! Izuku Xavier Midoriya, get up! We have people coming over in five minutes, so get your ass up now and put on some decent clothes."

"Okay, Mama, I'm getting up now, so stop calling my name like that," Izuku mumbled groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Thank you, hijo," Inko replied, her voice filled with gratitude. Izuku quickly dressed himself, still half-asleep, and made his way downstairs to join his mother.

As the doorbell rang, Inko rushed to greet their guests, Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo, old family friends. "Welcome, Mitsuki and Masaru! Would you like some tea or coffee?" Inko asked warmly.

Mitsuki, a vibrant woman with fiery red hair, replied with a smile, "Tea would be just fine, thank you."

Masaru, a towering man with a stern expression, politely declined, "I'm good, thank you."

Just as Inko and the Bakugos settled into conversation, Izuku descended the stairs, still oblivious to their early arrival. Inko gently scolded him in Hispanic, "Hijo, di hola, no seas grosero."

Realizing his mistake, Izuku quickly corrected himself and greeted their guests, "Hola, señora y señor Bakugo. Sorry, hi, Mrs. and Mr. Bakugo."

Mitsuki laughed heartily, "It's alright, son. No need to worry."

Just as the conversation resumed, another knock echoed through the house. Inko turned to Izuku and said, "Izu, go open the door."

Curiosity piqued, Izuku eagerly made his way to the front door, wondering who it is he open it wen he open he saw.

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Izuku wearing this

Inko

Sorry I want to rewrite it