The only girl I've ever loved was Andrew in drag.” Shoto expected his summer at the wealthy [Y/L/N] estate to be a prison sentence. He was there to be packaged, bartered, and bound to a wind-quirk heiress in another one of Endeavor's transparent bids for genetic perfection. He expected nothing but cold resentment. He didn't expect the hallway collision. One accidental updraft, a flurry of scattered sketchbooks, and a single minute of shared laughter leaves Shoto completely, helplessly ruined for anyone else. For one brilliant moment, he thinks his future might actually be beautiful. Then dinner is served, and Endeavor introduces him to his official fiancée: your older sister.