Watching Dabi tuck Hiro into bed killed more than I thought it would, the little redhead wrapping his arms around his father tightly, digging his head into his shoulder. Dabi returning the tight embrace, pressing a kiss to his head, rocking him gently. Side to side. A soft, slow rhythm. Hiro sniffling softly, kissing Dabi's cheek softly before unwillingly snuggling into his bed with a small sigh. His blue eyes full to the brim of tears.

"Goodnight, buddy," Dabi whispers softly, gently running his fingers through his sons hair, sending him a small smile, "I love you so much, Hiro,"

"Why can't you come daddy?..." Hiro whimpers, looking toward him, my heart breaking as a small whimper turns into a sob, biting my lip to stop myself from breaking down, "Grandpa All Might will protect you..."

"Buddy, you know why I can't," Dabi hums, sending him a soft smile, kissing his forehead before sighing softly, "You can still come visit, whenever you want,"

"That's not the same..." Hiro whines, sniffling, my child breaking down piece by piece and it was all because of me, his turquoise eyes looking down as he plays with the edge of his bedsheet, "I want you to stay with us..."

"I know you do," Dabi hums gently, making sure Hiro was comfortable, making sure that Hiro had his All Might action figure close, the boy unable to sleep without it.

Sniffling softly, unable to hear anymore, feeling myself suffocate within those four walls, I slide out of the room. Unable to handle this predicament. My throat felt like it was going to close up, my heart hammering anxiously in my chest as I scurry to my bedroom. My rib cage closing in. Sweat building up in my palms. Taking deep breaths, I scrunch my eyes tightly shut. Trying to force myself to calm down. Burying my nails into my palms, pressing the fists into the plush softness of the duvet. My body hunching over the bed as I try to pull myself back to earth before I fainted from dizziness. My mind going a thousand miles per minutes.

Was I doing the right thing? Should I stay? Should I go?...

Biting my lip, I clear my throat, taking a deep breath. Slipping my day clothes off, folding them up and placing them into the already prepared duffel bag. Sliding on one of Dabi's shirts. The actual article of clothing too big for my body. Unintentionally, my eyes wander toward the digital clock resting on my boyfriends nightstand.

21 : 37

The clock ticking. Chipping away at the time I had to spend with my boyfriend. Cutting off each valuable second as if it were a knife gliding through butter. Slicing away at my happiness. Edging me further and further to the time where I have to leave him.

Whether or not it was for good, I don't know...

Pulling me away from my thoughts, grounding me back to Earth, a pair of scarred arms wrap around my waist. A warm chest pushing against my back, a mop of black hair filling my field of vision as a head rests on my shoulder. Arms holding me tightly against him, his lips pressing kisses on my shoulder, up my neck and to my jawline. A small giggle leaving my lips as I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder with a weak smile. His hands resting on my waist, pressing against me with a small hum.

"You okay?" He asks, looking toward me through the mirror, calming my shaking hands in his, intertwining our fingers gently, "Hiro's asleep,"

"Thank you..." I whisper gently, looking down at my feet, feeling nothing but guilt pinning me into a chokehold, "I'm so sorry,"

"I love you," Dabi hums into the skin of my shoulder, pressing a kiss to it, his arms tightening around me gently, his turquoise orbs meeting my own (e/c) ones in the mirror, "I love you so much,"

"Dabi..." I whisper softly, turning around in his grip, wrapping my arms around his neck gently, sliding my fingers into his red rooted black hair, smiling weakly up at him as he smiles back, "Toya..."

"It's okay," Dabi says, rubbing circles on my waist, hoisting me into his arms, letting my legs wrap around his waist, my hand cupping cheek gently, rubbing my thumb over his two toned skin with a small smile, "I love you so much, babe,"

"I know you do," I whisper gently, trying to push down the tears, not wanting to ruin this moment, my heart hammering nervously in my chest as he sits down on the bed, leaving me to straddle him, "I know you do,"

"This is so difficult... I thought leaving you before was hard, turns out you leaving me is worse..." Dabi whispers softly, burying his face into my neck, holding me tightly against him, rocking us gently, "I don't even know if I get to see you or my baby boy again... get to touch you like this... kiss you... cuddle you... this is all my fault..."

"Hey... listen to me, it isn't your fault," I say to him; sniffling gently, holding his face in my hands, making him look me in the eyes as I weakly smile at him, "This is so hard for me too... Hiro's only just got you back... I wish there was some way you could come home..."

"Me too..." Dabi replies with a hum, gently wiping a small tear away from my cheek, pressing a kiss to my palm as I stroke his cheeks gently, "But I don't want to spend our last moments together like this... I love you so much and I don't want to see you cry over me,"

"How can I not? You're the father of my child, the guy that loved me for me, the guy that made me feel at home, made me feel safe," I explain, smiling gently, watching as he shakes his head, coughing back a sob, my Toya resurfacing again, "Honey, I want you,"

"I want you too," he replies with a small smile, rubbing circles on my lower back, leaning against the headboard, "I hate what you do to me, but I love it at the same time,"

"You love it, you goofball," I reply gently, giggling as he blows a raspberry onto my neck, leaving rather loud kisses onto the skin of my neck, "You act all bad and brooding, you're actually a goofball inside,"

"Shhh," Dabi hums into my skin, his teeth gently grazing my skin softly, his hands sliding down underneath my shirt, "That's between us,"

"Yes, Dabi," I reply, giggling gently as I lean toward him, pressing my lips against his gently, my fingers sliding through his black tresses of hair, his hands stiffening gently before he melts into it, groaning gently as our lips mould against each other before pulling away slowly, our eyes meeting, "Please..."

"You know I'd do anything for you," he replies, pressing our lips back together again, his hand snaking up my back to cradle the back of my head.

Not long into our kiss, tenderness wasted away into passion, want and lust. His hand grabbing a handful of my (h/c) hair while I dig my nails into his shoulder as our kiss deepens. His tongue gently ghosting over my lips before slotting in between my lips, my back arching to push ourselves closer. His other hand sliding up my shirt. Our tongues sliding over each other, dancing with one another.

Knowing it was our last time together. We had to make the most of it...

Slowly, rather begrudgingly, we pull away from one another. A thin line of saliva linking us together as we pant gently, my legs locking him in place. Our eyes meet again. We needed each other.

"I love you," Dabi hums, slipping off my shirt, keeping me in his lap, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips while I slide my nails over his abs with a small, however guilty, smile.

His turquoise eyes staring into mine. For the first time, I could see Toya. Fully. Not Dabi. I could see my boyfriend. The goofy redhead that always rebelled against his fathers wishes. The boy who always bottled up his feelings, refusing to even acknowledge them until I managed to worm my way into his heart and pull it out of him. Never looking at me in anger or in hate. Always full of admiration whenever he looked my way. There was always a slight hint of passion, something he must get from his father.

But they weren't intense like Dabi's eyes were. They were soft. Kind. Tender. Loving. A hint of need behind them.

However much Dabi needed him though... my father needed me so much more right now and he had to come first... regardless of how I felt or how difficult it was. My father mattered to my son too, as much as Dabi mattered to him. I needed to make sure he was okay just like he needs to know that I'm okay...

"I love you," he repeats, taking a deep breath, running his fingers through my hair. His grip tightening on me slightly, never wanting to let me go but knows that he'll have to, "I love you so much... I love you... I love you...."

"I want to say the same but I fear it'll be even harder to go"...