Dabi smiled down at you, still in awe of the past 24 hours and what all had taken place. You were asleep next to him, he was holding you close to make sure you didn't roll or move. On your chest was a teeny tiny infant, only a few hours old, and still a puffy-eyed pink face'd mess. She was adorable, he couldn't stop staring at his new daughter.

Dabi never thought he could ever have this, not at all. He was a villain, he had a mission he was hellbent on ever since waking up alone in a facility at 17. He'd been wandering around Japan until he joined the League of Villains, not caring to make friends or find love in his time there. That was, until he met you.

You weren't a villain, not even close to a vigilante life either. You were, in all truth, a normal civilian who lived in this world. He fell hard, and by some miracle, you fell hard for him too. The man covered in metal staples and burn scars had somehow gotten a love story, which no one could have ever predicted. And now, as of 3 hours ago, two had become three right here in your apartment.

You'd gone into labor 19 or so hours ago, immediately calling him on his recent burner phone you had the number of memorized. He immediately came over, and now as the sun came up on the next day, he had a daughter.

Dabi had done it all right, well, as right as he could. He read all the books, accompanied you with a disguise to all the classes, and even did extensive research on babies, labor and birth, and postpartum healing when he stayed over your home. He wanted to do this right, wanted to be the good father he never had. And her certainly wasn't going to fail his girlfriend and infant daughter.