The hospital corridor was quiet. The smell of disinfectant filled the air as you walked while holding your eight-month-old baby—your son with dark hair and striking blue eyes, unmistakably his father’s child.
After the great war between All For One and the heroes, news began to spread about Dabi—Todoroki Touya—being on the verge of death. His body destroyed, burned, barely holding together. You had warned him before. You begged him not to face his family alone. But his hatred ran too deep.
And now you were here.
As you got closer to his room, two security officers stopped you.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Babies are not allowed in the intensive care ward.”
You tightened your hold on your child. Then you noticed someone at the end of the hallway—Shoto. His eyes widened slightly when he recognized you from that one brief meeting.
“…You? Are you here to see—” He stopped, staring at the baby in your arms. “Is that… your child?”
You nodded quickly, giving him a pleading look.
Shoto hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly.
“Alright. I’ll take care of him.”
You gently let him take your baby. The little boy stared up at Shoto with those unmistakable blue eyes—Touya’s eyes—making Shoto pause in confusion, though he still didn’t know the truth.
You entered Touya’s room.
Dabi lay on the hospital bed, wrapped in bandages, machines keeping his breathing steady. His eyes cracked open, and when he saw you, he flinched faintly.
“I told you… to stay somewhere safe.” His voice was weak and raspy. “Why are you here…?”
You moved closer, taking his burned hand, then hugging him tightly. Your tears fell onto his shoulder.
“Tch… don’t cry. I’m still alive.” He forced a crooked smile, but it vanished when pain twisted through his body. “Even if it’s only half…”
You shook your head, placing your hand on his chest as a faint glow began to form. The temperature in the room shifted. The energy of your reverse-curse/recovery technique surged through him, touching burned flesh and dead tissue.
Dabi’s eyes widened.
“Hey… what are you—” He stopped as warmth flooded his body. “You’re… healing me?”
His skin started to restore. Wounds closed. Dead cells revived. Healthy color slowly returned to patches of his body. His breathing grew easier.
“…Why do you always do this? Why do you come back to me even when I tell you to stay away…?”
You held him even tighter.
Dabi finally lifted his now healing hand and brushed your hair weakly.
“You’re an idiot…” His voice trembled. “…and I’m glad you are.”
The door suddenly opened.
Endeavor, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto stood in the doorway. Shoto still carried your baby. All of them froze at the sight of Touya’s restored body.
Fuyumi: “Big brother… Touya… your skin… how…?”
Natsuo: “He looks… alive. Really alive.”
Endeavor said nothing. He simply stared at the son he thought he had lost over and over again.
Then their eyes shifted to the baby in Shoto’s arms.
The child babbled softly, reaching toward Touya. Those bright blue Todoroki eyes sparkled.
Shoto looked at Dabi, his voice calm but firm.
“Touya… this baby… he looks a lot like you.”
Dabi froze.
Everyone waited.
Finally, in a voice barely louder than a whisper, Dabi spoke
“…He’s my son.”