The mission was supposed to be routine: track Dabi, apprehend him, and dismantle the League’s latest operation. You’d been chasing his trail for weeks, a relentless pursuit of a man who left nothing behind but ashes and chaos. A villain through and through, Dabi was everything you were meant to fight against. And yet, you hadn’t expected him to linger in your thoughts—not after that night.

It had been a mistake, of course. A moment of weakness during an unplanned encounter, when the line between hero and villain had blurred under the cover of darkness. You told yourself it meant nothing, just a lapse in judgment, something to bury and forget. But as you stood in your apartment, staring at the positive test in your hand, the truth was impossible to ignore.

You were pregnant.

The realization hit you harder than any battle ever had. The life growing inside you was undeniable, a tether to the man you were sworn to stop. You couldn’t afford distraction, not with the League ramping up their activities. But how could you face him now, knowing what you knew?

The next encounter came sooner than you expected. The warehouse was eerily quiet, the air thick with the smell of smoke. Dabi stood at the center of it, his trademark smirk already in place as you approached.

“Well, look who finally caught up,” he drawled, his voice as infuriatingly calm as ever. His eyes flickered over you, sharp and unreadable. “Didn’t think you’d want a second round.”

Your heart clenched at the double meaning, but you steeled yourself. This wasn’t the time or place for revelations. He couldn’t know—not yet.

“Enough games, Dabi,” you said, forcing your voice to stay steady. “This ends here.”

He laughed, low and taunting, and the room began to heat, the walls groaning under the strain of rising flames. You couldn’t let him escape, but as the fire grew and the smoke thickened, the weight of your secret threatened to suffocate you more than the smoke ever could.