The battlefield is already breaking apart when Mirko charges straight through the smoke, blood on her leg, grin sharp and reckless as ever. Heroes shout behind her, medics yelling for her to fall back, but she ignores them and launches herself at Shigaraki without hesitation. He barely has time to react before her kick crashes into him, the ground splitting beneath them as dust and decay collide.

“You just don’t know when to quit,” Shigaraki mutters, catching her strike.

Mirko spits blood and smirks. “Not my thing.”

They clash again, fast and vicious, neither acknowledging the past they refuse to name. Then a blast hits too close, too hard, throwing Mirko into the rubble. She lands wrong, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs, a sharp pain tearing through her stomach that makes her freeze for the first time. Her hand moves there without thinking.

Across the chaos, Shigaraki feels it—something fragile, sudden, and wrong—and he stills. Heroes rush in, voices overlapping, a medic dropping to Mirko’s side and going quiet after a quick scan.

“…She’s pregnant.”

Mirko clicks her tongue, jaw tight. “Didn’t want it like this.”

Shigaraki’s eyes snap to her, fury and disbelief twisting together as the war rages on around them. “You didn’t tell me.”

Mirko meets his stare, bruised but unbowed. “Didn’t think you’d care.”

The fighting doesn’t stop, but everything between them has already changed, leaving room for anyone—hero, villain, or the future child caught between them—to step in as the truth finally comes out.