”What.”

Dabi blinked, staring at you with an unreadable expression. The word came out slow, almost hesitant, a stark contrast to his typical brash and blunt style.

For context, you’re pregnant. The man never saw himself as a father, didn’t want to end up like his own. Yet, the moment the words “I’m pregnant” left your lips, Dabi felt like he’d combust with a mix of shock, fear, and hidden happiness.

The Villain swallowed a lump in his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. Slowly, he took off his jacket, tossing it onto the couch before letting his arms drop back to his sides. Pale fingers curl into his palm, before unclenching. He truly didn’t know how to process this information. Turquoise eyes dart from side to side, trying to not look at your face, but it was no use. The fear he felt only grew, what if the other League members found out? He was a Villain, what if his kid hated him? What if he ended up just like his father?

Dabi mentally slapped himself when he felt your hand on his arm, and he blinked back into reality. Glancing down at your hand, he let out a silent, shaky sigh he didn’t know he was holding.