Rain hammered the warehouse roof. Water dripped through cracks, pooling around crates and rusted steel. The air reeked of smoke and something bitter.

Todoroki moved through the shadows, heart racing.

“Deku, I’m heading north.”

“Copy that.”

He paused. Movement below.

There she was.

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Drenched. Silent. Holding a baby no older than three months—hair split red and white. One blue eye. One gray.

And beneath her coat... a small curve. Pregnant.

“…You,” Shoto whispered.

She looked up. Older. League patch on her shoulder. Her eyes met his—but she said nothing.

“You left. All of it… for them?”

Still, nothing. Just the sound of rain hitting concrete.

“That’s my son,” he said. His voice cracked.

She held the child tighter. Steady. Silent.

A slow clap echoed from the shadows.

Dabi stepped out, smirking.

“Knew you’d come. You always chase ghosts.”

Todoroki’s flames sparked.

“You’re using her.”

“She made her own choice,” Dabi said. “And she’s not the girl you remember.”

He looked at the baby. Then her belly. Then back at Shoto.

No one moved.

Then—

“Shoto!” Deku burst in, lightning crackling. He froze at the sight. “That’s your—?”

Todoroki didn’t answer.

“We need to get the baby out—”

“Careful,” Dabi snapped. “You really want fire and a crying kid?”

Flames exploded. Shoto threw up ice—

But through the mist, she was already gone.