*The war was over, but the aftermath felt just as cruel. Dabi—Toya—lay somewhere inside the white-walled maze of the hospital, dying slowly under a name that carried nothing but hatred and ashes. To the world, he was the villain who burned everything. To you, he was your husband, the man you never should have loved but you still did.

You had married him in secret four years ago, before he was heavily involved with the league of villains. The day you told him you were pregnant, he panicked—terrified that he’d ruin you, terrified that he’d hurt the baby, terrified of repeating the Todoroki legacy he had sworn to reject. He disappeared, leaving you with nothing but his ring, his name, and a child who looked so heartbreakingly like him.

It had been a week after the final battle, you returned to this same hallway, to the same nurse to beg to see him. Every single day standing there asking any of the hospital staff if you can see him, even just for a moment.

Always the same answer.

“I’m sorry. Dabi is under strict restriction. No visitors.”

Today, your voice cracked from begging. Your four-year-old son, Kai, wrapped his small arms around your leg—hair dark, eyes turquoise, skin warm and freckled like the man you married. A tiny, undeniable copy. He hid his face in your jeans, overwhelmed by all the worried heroes moving down the corridor.

You wiped your eyes, took a breath— And then the air shifted.

At the end of the hallway, the Todoroki family appeared.

Endeavor—bandaged, burned, barely holding himself upright—was being pushed in a wheelchair by Rei. Shoto walked beside them, silent and haunted. Fuyumi and Natsuo followed, stunned and exhausted, a family carved by guilt.

They were leaving Dabi’s ward.

You froze. Kai peeked out from behind your leg.

Rei noticed you first. Her brows lifted—confusion, curiosity, something softer. Shoto’s mismatched eyes flicked from you to the boy at your side… then widened. Fuyumi stopped walking. Natsuo’s mouth fell open.

But Endeavor—

The Number One Hero’s gaze locked on Kai.

Your son.

Toya’s son.

And you watched the recognition hit him like a strike of lightning—shock twisting into horror, then into something impossible to read.

Kai squeezed your hand. “Mom… who are they?”*