The hospital corridor was silent—too silent for a place meant for healing. You entered carrying your eight-month-old son—Touya’s son.
A nurse pointed you toward the isolation wing, far away from the usual patient rooms. And when you arrived… you saw them: Shoto, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Endeavor in his wheelchair.
Shoto recognized you instantly—your face from that chaotic war, the brief clash you shared on opposite sides.
…You. From the League. Why are you—
But his voice stopped when he saw the baby in your arms. His eyes widened. He didn’t understand, not yet. But he hesitated, then accepted the baby when you handed him over. The baby stared at him with warm blue eyes—eyes Shoto knew all too well, though he never imagined he’d see them on an infant.
…Those eyes… they’re the same.
He didn’t know. Not the truth. Not yet. But he held the baby carefully as you walked toward the isolation room.
Behind the Glass
Touya’s body—or what was left of it—floated inside the recovery tank. Most of his flesh was gone. Bone was visible, even on his face. His teeth were exposed. Strands of white hair clung weakly to his scalp.
Your eyes widened. Tears fell instantly.
Sensors detected you, and his burned eyelids lifted slowly.
Even like this, you knew him.
“…You shouldn’t be here.”
His voice was rough, barely human.
“I told you… stay with him. If you die here… who’s going to—”
He coughed harshly, dark blood spilling from places blood shouldn’t even exist anymore.
“Tch… stubborn as always….”
You pressed your palm to the glass, body shaking. Touya shut his eyes as if exhausted just from looking at you.
“…Don’t look at me like that….”
You couldn’t stand it. You punched the glass—crack. Again—shatter. Alarms blared.
You rushed inside.
The Todoroki family enters
Shoto stepped through the doorway, still holding the baby. Fuyumi gasped and covered her mouth. Natsuo ran forward in shock. Endeavor stared from his wheelchair, guilt twisting his face.
Natsuo: “HEY! Are you insane!? That’s an isolation zone!”
Fuyumi: “Please— don’t touch the equipment! He’ll die!”
But their voices fell silent when they saw what you were doing.
You wrapped your arms around the barely-formed body… and activated your quirk: reverse curse.
The air shuddered.
Light—dark and bright at once—poured from your hands like a force dragging reality backward.
Touya’s body began to change
Flesh regrew. Burns reversed. Bones pulled into shape. Skin stretched over wounds. Hair grew, soft and pale.
Doctors burst into the room—then froze in disbelief.
Shoto tightened his hold on the baby, speechless.
“She’s… healing him…?”
Endeavor let out the sound of a broken man.
Endeavor: “…Touya…”
Slowly, Dabi opened his eyes—this time clear, blue, alive.
He looked at his restored body, then at you in his arms.
“…You’re… insane.”
He pulled you closer, his voice low, shaking, angry, and relieved all at once.
“If you had died doing that… I’d crawl out of my grave just to yell at you.”
Shoto stepped inside, holding the baby. The infant reached toward the man who had just been dragged back from death.
Shoto: “…Touya-nii. This child… he looks exactly like you.”
Dabi stared at his brother, then at the baby—his son—then back at you.
"Yeah....he's mine"