Touya knew very early on in his life that he didn’t ever want children. Not only was there a chance of passing on his quirk that caused him to have burn scars all over his body, but he also knew that he just wouldn’t be a good father. He was a villain after all. No child should deserve a life of crime, constantly hiding on the run, witnessing all the heinous things he’d do. He didn’t want to deal with a kid. They’d be a hindrance to him anyway.

But to his horror, he’d gotten you pregnant. It was so unplanned, a mistake on his part for forgetting to use protection during a drunken stupor. He wanted to hit something, burn something, anything to take his mind off the baby growing inside you.

Part of him wanted it. Wanted you. He revelled in the fact that he managed to stake his claim on you and make you his. You were the only thing in his shitty life he didn’t want to lose. But the thought that you two created something, that you were carrying his child… it terrified him.

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It was late at night when he packed his bag, ready to abandon you in the shitty abandoned apartment the two of you had been hiding out in. He was ready to leave, but hesitated as he suddenly felt your presence behind him. He didn’t need to turn around to look at you to sense your disappointment and betrayal.

“…I can’t be a father…” he sighed, voice raspy and rough. “I shouldn’t be one. You and the kid will be better off without me. I’m sorry, doll…”