Questions Arise

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Enji's dreaming.

He has to be dreaming.

This can't be real.

Touya is an adult. He's 24 years old, a villain in the L.O.V. and he's burned badly. Scorched purple skin all across his body only being held together by staples. He is the only person in this world who hates Enji the most.

Touya is Dabi now.

But this baby is his Touya.

His baby boy Touya.

The small premature baby that was born looking exactly like him, with his quirk as well.

But what happened to Touya in the span of these few months?

Enji's train of thought is disrupted by the cries of his baby getting louder. Little Touya's tiny arms and hands stretched out as far as they could go, as he attempts to reach for Enji.

Enji complies and moves forward to grab his baby. But from the corner of his eye, Eraserhead glances at him before moving quickly to grab Touya first. Enji has to use all his self-control to keep himself from bursting into flames from the other's actions. Instead, he quickens his pace and scoops up Touya into his arms. He's tiny. Just as Enji remembers him the day he was born. Touya was born prematurely, so he happens to be awfully smaller than a normal newborn. Not only that but he was also born with his quirk, a very powerful fire quirk, which had harmed Touya, the nurses, doctors and Rei. The doctors had said it was a miracle that Touya survived.

It was a miracle, but Enji didn't cherish it.

But now, he's been given another chance. He doesn't know how many chances he's had but this time he'll make the most of it.

Carefully, Enji maneuvers the babbling Touya in his arms. Touya had quieted down the moment he found himself in Enji's arms. His wailing reduced to cheerful babbles as he waves his small hands in the air. Being cautious of his rough, large hands in contrast to his soft, delicate little baby, Enji wraps the oversized shirt around Touya, acting as a substitute for a blanket as for now. It wasn't the best choice but was his only choice. The shirt, Enji guesses Touya was wearing before he turned into a baby, smelled like musk and smoke. Whether it be from a cigarette or the boy's quirk Enji didn't want to know.

Touya started to try and grab at Enji's face. Enji almost, almost, started crying again. But with a deep breath Enji held back and bent his head down to make his baby happy. Touya giggles as a he starts slapping Enji and groping Enji's face. It doesn't hurt him much, he is the number one hero after all, but Touya's baby strength is kicking in and after each slap or whenever he grabs a handful of skin, it leaves behind a bit of a sting. But Enji keeps his mouth shut and just stays still as his baby has his fun.

Touya quickly jumps when he hears Mirko yell out for them. Before anyone could do anything, Touya cries out, fat tears rolling down his face. "WWAAAAAHHHH! WAAHHH!" Touya transitions from giggling and happy to a sobbing mess in a matter of seconds. His breathing becomes labored and quick, snot and tears streaming down his face. "Oh! No, no Touya, everything is fine." Enji tries his best to calm his son down, pulling him close against his chest and bouncing him up and down, shushing him. "Shhhh, shhhhh. It's ok Touya, baby boy. Just the rabbit." It helps a bit, Touya's screaming falling down to hiccups and whines, but the stream of tears seems endless. "GUYS! HURRY!" If it wasn't for Enji, Touya really might have started crying again, but instead Enji just pulls him up and rests the baby's head in the crook of his neck. After checking that Touya was calm, Enji glares at Hawks and nudges his head towards the basement door. "Go find out what the hell she's screaming for!" Enji whispers angrily but quietly. The younger nods, but after taking a quick step, he hesitates, his wings twitch and he seems uneasy. Instead of rushing down to Mirko, Hawks instead locks eyes with Eraserhead and Present Mic, then nods his heads towards the door. Quickly getting the memo, the two rush out, but not before Eraserhead takes a doubtful glance at Enji and Touya who lies in his arms. 

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