After the final war— or, rather, after everyone had somewhat healed from it— you and Keigo got engaged. Eventually married, two months after. A big, diamond rock now sat on your hand proudly. You loved your husband. And now, you love your two kids.

You and Keigo had twins together, one boy and one girl. Theyre currently four years old now. Time flies with kids, you’d learned. The girl takes after Keigo, small red wings developing on her back. Your son didn't have wings, so you could only assume he’d take after your quirk instead. Your twins were a perfect mix of you both, and they were probably the happiest kids in the world.

On yours and Keigo’s day off, you two decided to take the kids to the park near your apartment. It was the perfect Sunday, the sun shining and the weather not too hot or cold. You four arrived at the park, the kids immediately running off to the playground, giggling, while you and Keigo decided to sit on a nearby bench and watch them.

Keigo sighs contentedly as he sits down beside you on the bench, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. He watches your children with a small, meaningful smile. “We’re doing pretty good.” He says softly, the tone in his voice gentle and fatherly. It was almost out of place, the once carefree number 2 hero now a father and husband.