Now that I've started writing I can't seem to stop! Haha. Ideas just keep popping up in my head.

Anyways, here is my first chapter story.

Warning: Unlike my other stories this is going to be rated M and full of lots of smut. Also, as a note, the story is a Vampire AU and the characters will be OCC. You have been warned!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the My Hero Academia characters.

The night was clear. The humidity that was swimming through the late summer air had died down only a night ago and a cool breeze now danced off of the sea. It was the Fishermen's Feast and the port city was alive to celebrate the last night of the five day festival. The celebrations would go on till morning light. The music and revelry drifting to every corner of the city as people drank, paraded and sated all their earthly desires without remorse or societal scorn.

From an open window, a young woman in her night shift watched the revelers parade on unaware. Her long, black hair curled around her back and her porcelain skin shone under the silvery moonlight. She should be celebrating too, but instead the young woman gripped the window sill tightly and bit her lip to keep the tears at bay. She would not cry. It was her own fault for being silly. For reading those stupid romance stories, for allowing herself to believe, if only for a second, that someone of her station could ever marry for love.

Momo was a member of the noble Yaoyorozu family. The only child and seventh in line to the crown. Her family had once been powerful, one of the great houses of Mikali, but that was long ago. Now the castle in which they reside is empty. No grand balls. No beautiful tapestries. Even the night shift she was wearing, although made from the finest material, had seen better days.

She really shouldn't have been surprised when her mother had called her into the drawing room, a fortnight after her sixteenth birthday, to inform her that a suitable husband had been arranged. However, the knowledge did nothing to quench the sour taste of betrayal that welled up in her bosom as her mother told her that Katsuki Bakugo had accepted the marriage.

The worst part of it all, was the young woman knew her mother had arranged the marriage out of love. Women in Mikali couldn't inherit familial wealth. For a young women of noble birth the only way to secure a good future for herself was through marriage. And to society her marriage into the Bakugo clan would not only be seen as acceptable, but a practical positioning for both lines. Katsuki Bakugo would be brought into the line of succession and Momo's future would be secured.

Momo had known Katsuki since infancy. He was foul mouthed and rash, but he was clever and could be kind to those loyal to him. He could be good to her.

Momo squeezed her eyes shut. Even as she understood this, understood that a marriage aligning their families was practical, proper, she couldn't help her heart from rebelling against a loveless marriage.

As the Fishermen's parade rounded the corner and made its way down the street a movement across the rooftops distracted her from her inner turmoil. A man was jumping from rooftop to rooftop with catlike grace. His hair a strange shade of red and white that glistened in the moonlight like crackling fire.

'Is he a sailor? One of those adventurers from a distant nation?' She had never seen hair like that. And Momo watched entranced as the man paused on each rooftop to scan the crowd, seemingly in search of something.

As he got closer, Momo gasped as her hand came up to clutch at her heart. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. All confidence and grace. His young features soft but masculine and with a lean body that had Momo's stomach coiling in a strange way.

Suddenly, his eyes were upon her and all the air in her lungs froze.

He looked wild and untamed. His two different colored eyes pierced her. Froze her in place. Undressed her and ignited fire on her skin. No man had ever been so forward to look at her like that.

She flushed, but as if enchanted couldn't will herself to pull her eyes away. This wasn't like her. Momo was prime and proper. Not some commoner or love sick princess willing to give her heart to any man on the streets. Yet here she was, blushing and heated and he hadn't even touched her.

A sharp knock on her door and her mother's voice announcing that she was entering doused the flames as quickly as they came. Flushed with embarrassment and feelings that were too mixed up to name, Momo shut the curtains quickly as her mother opened the door.

Later that night, after her mother left, Momo would peak back out of her window to the rooftop in search of the young man. He would be gone, of course, and in truth, it was probably for the best. They lived in two different worlds after all.

In the dark alleyways of the city, red liquid dripped down a young man's chin and he wiped it away with a disgruntled curse. The taste of the liquid on his tongue was bitter, like grapes that had gone stale. The woman that he had been feeding on dropped to the ground listlessly. She would wake in the morning with no signs of the night's encounter. Her only parting gift would be the memory of intense pleasure before succumbing to darkness.

He cursed again as uncharacteristic feelings of confusion and anger swarmed behind his mismatched eyes. It wasn't supposed to be like this! He had gone thousands of years without a mate. Part of him had even suspected that he didn't have one, but he couldn't deny it now.

Earlier her scent had called to him. Blinded his sense of reason and gave him back feelings that had long since been dormant. Only men of the fire draken clan could smell their mates and he had followed the scent through the streets as obedient as a loyal dog looking for her. What he hadn't expected was for her to be human.

A young and beautiful human he thought in anger. Her porcelain skin had shone in the moonlight and her onyx eyes had stirred the darkness within him as feelings he hadn't felt in centuries pushed and pulled at his well-trained control. She had felt it too. He saw it in the way her full breasts had pushed against her white gown. Her nipples hardening under his gaze, begging for his lips to take one in his mouth.

Shouto Todoroki leaned back against the stone wall of the alleyway, hands clenched in tight fists. Had anyone ever mated with a human before?

Drakens were an ancient race. With the appearance of humans, their kind could easily navigate the world blending in with their prey. There were four main sects, each with their own characteristics. Earth, Wind, Fire and Ice.

Fire drakens were the second strongest. With bigger builds and raw power unmatched by all but the Earth clan. Their only weakness was they only mated once, and if the male draken didn't mate within a year after finding his intended partner he would go mad with desire and more likely than not, rape his given mate. Potentially even killing her in the process to possess her.

The other clans were more similar to humans. The other sects could choose who they were to marry with no side effects. But fire drakens only had one fated mate and to Shouto's knowledge they had never been human.

'Damn it!'

Shouto swung his clenched fist into the wall behind him. A cascade of spider web cracks shot out from where his hand had connected with the stones.

He could ask his old man. But Shouto scoffed at the idea before it even fully formed in his head. The bastard would have no idea. He had never found his own mate and had instead forced his mother, a pure bred of the ice clan, into an abusive marriage. For that, Shouto would never forgive the bastard.

Pushing off the wall, Shouto headed back towards the noise and commotion of the festival. He'd go talk to Izuku Midoriya. The young sorcerer always seemed to have the information he needed. And Shouto had other important matters that he needed to discuss with the sorcerer, including the real reason he had come to the port city.

Stepping out into the busy street, Todoroki reminded himself that he had time. He had a year before he would fully lose his mind. A year to find out more about the onyx eyed woman and woo her into marriage.

Blending effortlessly into the drunken crowd, Todoroki disappeared into the night.

Hope you all liked it!

Sorry if there are spelling and grammar errors. I edited the story myself so may have missed something after reading the draft 5 gazillion times. X_X

Also, I am trying to improve my writing so all reviews and constructive criticism are welcome but please be nice!