𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

Keigo’s apartment had the warmth of a true sanctuary. It wasn’t big, but every corner pulsed with life—photos on the walls told stories of stolen laughter, battles fought, and whispered caresses in the dark. The TV glowed with a soft golden light, casting reflections on the furniture like it, too, wanted to wrap them in an embrace.

Keigo Takami—Hawks—was twenty-two, slouched on the couch with tousled blond hair and golden eyes reflecting both the exhaustion of war and the sweetness of someone who had chosen to love fully. His red wings, once a symbol of glory, now rested motionless. The final battle against AFO had left him without his quirk, yet in that moment, peace had replaced grief on his face.

Beside him sat Hana Todoroki—a winter flower with the gaze of summer fire. Just sixteen, but with eyes too old for her age. Her hair, split between crimson and white, fell in delicate cascades. Life had made her grow up fast—not by choice. The scars on her soul weren’t visible, except in her eyes: soft and strong, like a promise.

The silence shifted subtly. Keigo exhaled deeply. His muscles tensed. A flicker ignited in his eyes—impossible to hide.

“Keigo...” Hana whispered, inching closer. “Are you okay?”

He closed his eyes with regret. His voice, low and hoarse, carried a truth that ached.

“Hana... it’s the heat. It’s... hitting harder than I expected.”

She didn’t flinch. Instead, she moved even closer, gently taking his hand.

“I know it’s complicated. I’m young. You’ve carried the weight of the world. What we have... it’s delicate. But there’s something you should know.”

Keigo turned to her, eyes filled with respect and conflict. He clearly didn’t want to pull her into something uncontrollable.

“My quirk,” she said, voice steady, “makes it impossible for me to get pregnant. The doctors told me that years ago. If that eases your mind... I want you to know.”

He lowered his gaze, a subtle weight lifted. He touched her gently, reverent of the trust she placed in him.

“Hana... thank you. Trusting me like this... means more than I can say.”

She nodded, her smile a fragile blend of courage, fear, and love.

“I don’t want fear to stop us. I want to be here, in this moment, with you—before the world takes you away again.”

And in that instant, Keigo saw her not as a girl, but as a fighter. Not just a teenager. A survivor. His partner.

“Then, little blossom,” he whispered, “let’s make this night ours.”

The night wrapped around them in the scent of promises. Their touch wasn’t rushed, but reverent. Every caress spoke of healing, not hunger. They explored each other like sacred ground—every inch a rediscovery of purpose and tenderness.

“You’re my most precious flower,” Keigo murmured as he kissed her. “And tonight... I swear, nothing will tear us apart.”

She closed her eyes, letting his words imprint themselves on her skin.

After the war, Keigo had become a shadow of the man he once was. The wings that once cut through the sky like flames were now just a memory. As the world stitched itself back together, life—ever unpredictable—had more in store for them.

The clinic room smelled like disinfectant and quiet. Hana sat on the exam table, hands trembling in her lap, trying to piece her thoughts back together. Her body still echoed with the aftermath of the battle: the decisions, the losses... and now this.

The doctor, middle-aged with kind but firm eyes, looked down at her chart before speaking. His voice was careful, deliberate.

“Miss Todoroki, are you aware that in protecting a hero without considering the consequences... you put both your life and your baby’s at risk?”

Hana blinked up at him, dazed. Her blue eyes brimmed with disbelief.

“W-what... baby? That can’t be. They told me... my whole life... they told me it was impossible...” Her voice cracked like thin glass.

The doctor approached, holding the file gently.

“I know what you were told. But the results are clear—you’re ten weeks along. It’s possible that your body reacted unpredictably under extreme stress during the war with All For One.”

She shook her head, stunned. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Memories came crashing down—explosions, fire, blood, nights without sleep, protecting Keigo... protecting herself.

“I don’t understand... When Keigo fell, something inside me snapped. My quirk went wild—it wasn’t even mine anymore. It felt like... like something inside me refused to let him die.”

The doctor nodded gravely.

“Sometimes, the body adapts in ways we don’t fully understand. Intense trauma, hormone surges, emotional extremes—they can temporarily alter genetic expression. Maybe... that deep need to protect the one you love triggered something new in you.”

Hana placed a hand over her stomach, her lips trembling.

“Then... the baby—is it okay?”

The doctor offered a gentle smile, his tone warm.

“Strong. Surprisingly strong. Like you. It’s survived chaos... just like its mother.”

For the first time since the war, Hana cried. Not out of pain, or fear... but something deeper. Something alive.

“Thank you,” she whispered through tears. “I don’t know how or why... but I’ll protect him. Keigo. This little life I thought I’d never have.”

Her hand stayed on her belly. She didn’t fully understand—but something inside her had begun to bloom.

When she walked into the room, Keigo was waiting. He greeted her with a bittersweet smile, one that held both joy and grief.

“Hey, my fierce little flower... I can’t fly you to your favorite places anymore.”

She sat beside him, took his hand, and guided it to her stomach.

“Flying doesn’t matter anymore, Keigo. This does. What we are now. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner... I didn’t know either.”

He pulled her into a hug, holding her like his warmth could shield her from everything.

“You don’t need to apologize. We’ll be okay. All three of us.”

Hana broke down.

“I’m scared. What if I’m not good enough? What if I fail?”

“You won’t,” he said softly. “You’ll fight, because you care. And you’re not alone.”

The hospital corridor seemed to breathe with unbearable tension. Every step echoed like a sharp blow against the walls, while the cold, impersonal white light revealed the shadows lurking in the faces of those present. The atmosphere was heavy with a fragile silence—the kind that shatters at the slightest whisper or the harshest word. The Todorokis and Keigo faced each other with a mixture of anger, fear, and pain, caught in a storm no one knew how to calm.

Hana, pale but with an unexpected strength, struggled to rise from the chair where she’d been confined. She leaned on Keigo, who held her gently, as if afraid any sudden movement might break her. Her voice was steady, though underneath lay a fear she tried desperately to hide.

—I’m pregnant.

The echo of those words filled the corridor, leaving a suffocating silence in their wake. Enji erupted like a volcano awakening: his eyes flared, his jaw clenched painfully, and his breath came fast and ragged.

—Pregnant!? —he shouted, his voice breaking the air—. How could you be so irresponsible at sixteen? Don’t you understand this isn’t a game, Hana?

He spun furiously towards Keigo, fixing him with a look of pure fire.

—And you... —he spat the word with contempt—, what kind of man are you to allow this? Stay away from my daughter!

The weight of his words fell like a hammer. Enji, hands trembling, gripped the armrests of his chair as he struggled against a torrent of uncontrollable emotions. His pride and pain tangled in an internal battle.

—This is a disaster. A disgrace to this family. I won’t accept it.

From a short distance, Rei stepped forward with visible effort, trying to calm the wildfire spreading uncontrollably.

—Enji, please, calm down —she pleaded softly but firmly—. You won’t fix anything with anger. Hana is suffering... and so is the baby.

But he didn’t listen. His gaze locked on her with a mix of defiance and despair.

—Suffering? —he repeated, raising his voice—. You think I’m not suffering? Toya is dying little by little... and now this. A baby at sixteen. It’s too much.

Rei swallowed hard, maintaining her composure despite the storm raging inside. Her mind couldn’t forget the recent chaos, the fight to stop Toya, the physical and emotional wounds still bleeding in all of them.

—Now is not the time for blame —she insisted—. Hana needs us to be united, to support each other, not to turn against one another.

Hana, silent until then, finally spoke. Her voice was a pent-up scream, a blend of pain and anger accumulated over years.

—A child? —she began, eyes shining with restrained tears—. I stopped being a child when you trained Shoto and me like machines, with no childhood, no rest. When Mom ended up in the psychiatric hospital because of you.

A tear slid down her cheek, but her voice didn’t break.

—Do you remember that mountain? The night Toya asked you to go see him... and it ended in a fire that took him away. And you did nothing to stop it. He was my brother too. He became what he was because you failed.

The pain stabbed her chest like a dagger, but she didn’t back down. Keigo held her carefully, trying to give her strength.

—Hana! Please, calm down. You’re hurting the baby —he pleaded softly.

But she pushed his hand away firmly and faced her father with eyes full of fire.

—Dad, I won’t let you keep hurting me. I’ve been living with Keigo since I found out I’m pregnant. If you want to know this baby, you’ll have to earn my trust, my brothers’ trust, and his. Until then, don’t even think about coming near.

Natsuo and Shoto stepped forward, the tension in the air reaching a breaking point. Their looks were like blades.

—If you really want to be with my sister, you better prove it —Shoto warned in a low, serious voice—. We won’t allow anyone to hurt her or the baby.

Natsuo frowned, his voice firm and unwavering.

—We’re watching you, Keigo. One mistake, and there won’t be a second chance.

Before the situation could spiral further, Rei and Fuyumi stepped in together, their voices calm but firm, carrying the authority that only love and experience can give.

—Shoto, Natsuo! —Rei cut in—. This is not the time for threats or confrontations. We’re family, and more than ever we need to support each other. Keigo is part of this family, and we need to heal together, not open new wounds.

Fuyumi added gently, but leaving no room for doubt.

—Harsh words only push people away. If you want to help, do it with support, not threats.

The brothers lowered their gazes, aware of the truth in those words.

Enji, his voice broken and hands trembling, whispered with a regret that hurt more than his anger.

—Hana... let me help you until the baby is born. After that, I’ll leave your lives, if that’s what you want.

His eyes reflected all the guilt he had accumulated.

Exhausted, Hana let Keigo lift her, shaking her head.

—Do what you want. But don’t expect forgiveness. Not yet.

Rei approached Enji, her voice calm but firm.

—Look at what your anger has done. At least our children are trying to understand and help.

Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto nodded, though the last two couldn’t hide the resentment they felt.

Shoto added in a grave voice:

—What awaits her at UA... I’ll warn the others.

He walked away with his brothers, leaving Rei and Enji alone in the cold corridor. Rei sighed, looking at her husband with infinite sadness.

—Hana is strong, but everyone is hurt. They need time to heal.

Enji, staring at the door where his daughter and the others had left, murmured bitterly.

—I deserve this...

Silence returned to the hallway, but tension lingered like an invisible blade, reminding them that the family’s wounds had only just begun to close, and Toya/Dabi’s shadow still haunted their hearts.

The news spread like wildfire throughout UA. In the hallways, in the classrooms, in every corner where students gathered, no one talked about anything else. Curious glances and hushed whispers mixed with a bit of judgment and a lot of affection. Because, although some were surprised, everyone wanted Hana to be okay.

“Hana!” Ochaco exclaimed, her face lighting up with a bright smile. “You’re going to be amazing, just you wait. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Mina, bursting with excitement, almost jumped out of her seat.

“A Todoroki-Hawks baby! That’s going to be incredible! I can already imagine the stories we’ll tell when they grow up.”

Izuku, always more careful and thoughtful, stepped closer, looking her in the eyes to make sure she was alright.

“If he makes you happy, Hana, that’s all that matters,” he said gently. “Don’t let anyone or anything take that smile away.”

Katsuki snorted, as usual, but there was a different edge to his voice—less harsh, more worried.

“Just take care of him. And take care of yourself too. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Shoto approached with steady steps, but you could tell the subject weighed on him. His voice was serious, tinged with uncertainty.

“I trust you, Hana. And him... for now,” he added, making it clear he was still on guard but hopeful.

Keigo stood firm, determination etched on his face.

“I’ll do everything in my power to protect both of you,” he said sincerely, making it clear he wasn’t going to let them down.

One sunny afternoon in the apartment they now shared, Keigo prepared a small surprise for Hana. With their child sleeping peacefully in the crib and the atmosphere calm, he knelt before her holding a small red velvet box.

Hana, surprised, looked at him with bright eyes.

“Hana Todoroki, my beloved flower, from the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to protect and love you forever. Now, with our son, I know I want to build a future with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears rolled down Hana’s cheeks as she nodded with emotion.

“Yes, Keigo. I want to spend my life with you.”

Keigo slid the ring onto her ring finger, and they embraced, sealing their promise with a kiss full of love and hope.

Eight years later, sunlight danced across a clear sky and a breeze played through the trees. Children’s laughter filled the park.

Tenma ran ahead, his white-and-red wings fluttering with joy—a perfect blend of his parents. Hana watched him with a radiant smile. She lifted him into her arms, her bicolored eyes—gold and blue—reflecting pure hope.

Tenma’s face bore Keigo’s markings—a symbol of love born through fire.

“Tenma,” Hana said gently, brushing his hair, “Uncle Izuku’s right there. Ready to tell you another amazing story.”

Keigo placed a hand on her shoulder, fingers brushing the ring she still wore.

“She’s right, champ. And after that, we’re visiting someone very special.”

Eyes sparkling, Tenma bounced in her arms.

“Let’s go see Grandpa Enji and the uncles! Hurry!”

Hana and Keigo shared a quiet look, filled with love. They walked side by side toward the park, each step a testimony of battles survived and a love that bloomed.

“I never thought we’d get here,” Hana whispered.

Keigo squeezed her hand.

“This is just the beginning, little blossom. Our future’s as bright as Tenma’s eyes.”

At the park, Izuku Midoriya—“Uncle Deku”—waited with a kind smile. Tenma ran to him, brimming with excitement.

“Uncle Deku! Teach me to run fast!”

Izuku laughed warmly.

As they played, Keigo whispered to Hana,

“Look at them. He’s a patient, loving teacher.”

She nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude.

As the sun dipped low, painting the sky in pinks and golds, they headed to Enji Todoroki’s home.

The Todoroki house felt calm, but emotions still stirred beneath the surface. Tenma played with Shoto and Natsuo, his laughter easing long-standing pain.

Hana watched, feeling like these visits were slowly mending old wounds.

Enji approached in his wheelchair, voice low and sincere.

“Hana... thank you for letting me be part of Tenma’s life. I know I wasn’t the father you deserved. But I want to be a good grandfather. Someone he can trust.”

Hana studied him carefully.

“That’s up to you, Dad. Words are easy. Actions matter. If you want to stay in his life, prove it—every day.”

Enji nodded. Keigo stepped beside her, hand warm on her shoulder.

“Let’s go, blossom. Tenma’s tired. Time to head home.”

Rei appeared with a gentle smile.

“I’m glad to see this. Family can heal... if we let it.”

Before leaving, Hana turned to them, voice hopeful.

“Thanks for having us. This is only the beginning. Let’s learn to be there—for Tenma, and for each other.”

Her words hung in the air, a fragile but living seed of reconciliation.

Night blanketed the city in stars. On the balcony, wrapped in a shared blanket, Keigo and Hana sat together in silence.

He held her hand, fingers intertwined in quiet devotion.

“You know,” he whispered, “when I first met you, I never imagined this. A family. But now... I don’t want anything else.”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I never imagined it either. But with you, anything feels possible.”

He turned to her, eyes full of moonlight.

“I promise to be your shelter, your partner... and the father our son deserves. No matter what—we stay together.”

She smiled, strength and peace in her voice.

“And I promise to love you, to fight for us, to protect our family. With you, Keigo, I’m unstoppable.”

They kissed—soft, meaningful, eternal.

The city slept, unaware it was cradling a love stronger than any storm. And somewhere in the quiet night, the future began.

🅰🆄🆃🅷🅾🆁’🆂 🅽🅾🆃🅴

Until further notice, there will be only OneShots or standalone parts, as I am preparing for exams and have very little time. Even though I have things organized, my available time remains limited.

The characters of BNHA / MHA do not belong to me.

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi.