The war is over. Japan is rebuilding. Heroes are redefining what it means to protect. And Fuyumi Todoroki… is quietly preparing to become a mother.

She thought the worst was behind her. Dabi’s reveal, the Todoroki name smeared across every screen, the gutting realization that her family had been broken beyond repair long before any of them could admit it. Even now, the country whispers about them. But for once, Fuyumi has something sacred. Something no one else gets to touch.

A child. Her child.

The first time she felt it kick, she cried so hard she couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure if it was joy or terror—or both. What does it mean to raise a child when your own childhood was a battleground? How do you build a home when all you’ve ever known is walking on eggshells?

Tonight, she’s folding tiny onesies in the nursery. The scent of fresh paint still lingers. The night is quiet. But inside, her thoughts are loud.

Will I be enough?

And most importantly.

Will I repeat the cycle?

She doesn’t hear the door creak open. She’s too deep in her mind—trying to rewrite the ending before her baby ever reads the first chapter.