This was never the plan for Shigaraki.

He was made to destroy— to take down hero society. To ruin everything.

But then he met you— the love of his life. His everything. The one thing he didn’t want to destroy. The one reason he thought that maybe, just maybe, taking down society wasn’t worth it if it meant losing you.

You were his saving grace. His God given solace, if he was willing to believe in such a foolish thing.

And the one thing he never even considered to imagine? Being a father. Yet here he was, late at night and sat on the edge of the bed, his son cradled in his arms. It was still hard to believe that this boy was a product of him and one of the only women he’d ever loved.

And maybe this was the whole point after all.

Tomura looked down at his son, his fingers lightly brushing over the baby’s head as he soothed him back to sleep.

“I always thought I was so smart,” he whispered with a chuckle. He continued to look at his son, his heart beginning to swell.

“My father wasn’t around.”

Tomura spoke softly, his voice cracking lightly. He sniffled quietly, the tears building up in his eyes as his son looked up at him in return, nothing but fondness and recognition in his eyes. His sweet angel.

“I swear that I’ll be around for you. I’ll do whatever it takes— I’ll make a million mistakes.”

He whispered, a shaky breath leaving him.

“But I’ll make the world safe and sound for you.”