Hiro wasn't very happy with Enji in the slightest bit. That was clear enough.

As soon as we arrived home from the grocery store, Hiro went straight to his father and sat on his lap with a small scowl. His arms crossed over his chest and a small angry look in his eyes. Fuyumi sat there hiding a small giggle, biting her lip as Hiro makes a small huff. Shoto arching a brow toward me as I walk into the house holding multiple grocery bags, a small smile on my lips. Natsuo couldn't help but laugh, he looked too adorable!

"Did mama say no to buying you candy?" Dabi asks arching a brow, snorting to himself as Hiro shakes his head and I walk in with a small smile, "What's up little man?"

"Can you kick Papa's butt?" Hiro asks looking up at Dabi making him freeze, looking toward me as I bite my lip with a nervous smile. Shoto instantly sat upright, looking toward me worried as I set the bags down on the counter, Natsuo staring at Hiro worried, "Pretty please?"

"What did he do, bud?" Dabi asks, running his fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead as Hiro snuggles into him, letting the child play with his shirt, "Tell me what happened,"

"He was mean to mama," Hiro says snuggling, pouting to himself as he fiddled with Dabi's shirt making all eyes shoot to me. I send them a small smile as I pour some candy into bowls and set them on the coffee table, "Mentioned mama's mama too,"

"What happened?" Fuyumi asks worried, rubbing my back as I sit in between Natsuo and Fuyumi, resting my head on the males shoulder as he kisses my forehead. Natsuo pulls me close and rubs my arm as I sigh into his jacket, "Did he hurt you?"

"What did he say?" Shoto asks, taking a bite from the candy on the table and smiles gently as Hiro jumps into his lap so Dabi could kneel in front of my and holds my hands, the scarred male gently rubbing the back of my hands with his thumb, "Did he hurt Hiro?"

"Tried to," I reply softly, looking down as everyone hitches their breath, staring toward Hiro before Dabi races to him to check him over, making sure there wasn't any burns or bruises or cuts on the boy, "I stopped him before he could,"

"What happened?" Dabi asks, a lot more louder and a lot more angry, taking a deep breath as he looks toward me, "Tell me what happened, now,"

"Hiro showed your father his quirk, and your father said something about training him... Hiro told him that his daddy was training him and that's when all shit hit the fan," I explain, gulping gently as I see a flicker of anger across Dabi's turquoise eyes, his father never brought the best out of him, the male clenching his fists, "He thought I was having an affair, and I may or may not have pissed him off more by telling him that I'm sleeping with someone, never said who,"

"Bet he didn't take that well," Natsuo says with a small chuckle, trying to make light out of the situation, wanting to make the tension lift slightly to not scare Hiro, "Then what?"

"He threatened to take the house, but I told him that it didn't matter. That I have more money than I did when I was pregnant and I'm not some vulnerable and frail girl," I explain, rubbing my temple gently, a small headache beginning to form from all the stress that today has brought me, "Then he went and started insulting me and how I wasn't good enough for you, that I should have been a one night stand and nothing more,"

"He really tried all the tricks in the book to get under your skin," Shoto hums, chuckling gently as Hiro happily nibbles on some candy.

"He did. He even tried to hurt Hiro to trick me into telling him who this 'mystery guy' was, I didn't yield... I used my quirk to get Hiro out and told him to wait outside with the nurse," I explain, watching Dabi's shoulders tense up, running his fingers through his red and black hair (his roots were showing) and shaking his head, "We argued back and forth some more and then I left... oh! But not before he insulted me and told me that my mother wasted her life on me... that I wasn't worth dying for..."

"He made mama cry," Hiro adds softly, slipping off Shoto's lap to climb into my lap and wraps his arms around my neck kissing my cheek, "And no one makes my mama cry,"

"Dabi..." I hum softly, letting Hiro crawl into Natsuo's lap before walking over to him, gently hugging him from behind and burying my head into his shoulder blades, the male tensing under my touch, "Babe..."

Without a single word, Dabi takes my hand and pulls me out of the living room, ignoring the sounds of protest leaving his siblings, pushing past my father as he drags me upstairs to our bedroom. Slamming the door shut. My eyes widen gently as he locks the door, refusing to let anyone in and me out. Gulping gently, I look toward him, expecting him to lash out at the pillows or something. Expecting him to jump and kick and scream for what his father did... Wanting me to see him at his weakest and no one else...

What I didn't expect, was when he pulls me into the tightest hug and buries his head into my neck.

Sighing gently, I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly against him. Smiling softly as he grabs fistfuls of my shirt into his hands, keeping me close. I couldn't help but kiss his head, gently sliding my hand over his back as he softly breathes into my neck. Close to panicking, almost. Worried about Hiro getting hurt. About me getting hurt...

"We're okay, Toya," I murmur gently into his hair, kissing his nose as he pulls away from the hug to look at him, "Hiro doesn't want to see him anymore,"

"Good, he doesn't deserve to see my boy," he replies sighing gently, relaxing as I cup his face in my hands, carefully rubbing my thumbs over his cheeks with a smile, "How did you hold your own?"

"I actually have no idea to be honest," I hum giggling as he showers my face with kisses, not leaving a surface without a kiss, saving my lips for last, a smile playing on my lips as he slots his own against mine, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold him close, "He was about to hurt my baby and I saw red,"

"I bet that was attractive," he hums with a small chuckle, rubbing circles on my hips making me arch a brow as he pulls me close, "You wanna?"

"You have your siblings, your son and my father downstairs," I reply hitting him upside the head making him chuckle into my neck, pressing soft kisses down the sensitive skin making me hum, "Maybe when they're gone and asleep... Ooh! Shoto's staying over next week,"

"Ugh, dammit," Dabi grumbles with a small groan, sliding his hands down my hips and grabbing a handful of my backside making me roll my eyes with a giggle, "Why did I stop being a villain again?"

"Because you love me and your son," I reply arching a brow as he groans, slumping into me making me shriek and fall into the bed with a laugh, "Get off me you big oaf! Oh my god! How are you so heavy?! You're skinny! Ugh!"

"Nah, I'm pretty comfy right here," Dabi hums, resting his head on my chest, chuckling as I flick his head, "Mmm, you're so warm,"

"Your roots are showing," I murmur softly into him making him bolt upright and glare at me, resulting in me bursting into a fit of giggles, "You should see your face!"

"You're doing it for me," he says throwing the box of hair dye at my face making me giggle as I catch it, "Better go downstairs before Natsuo is sent up and sees a sight that will be ingrained in his mind until the end of time,"

"Not my fault you didn't lock the door last time," I mumble, giggling as Dabi follows me back downstairs to the three siblings looking toward us worried, "What?"

"What was that about?" Shoto asks tilting his head confused before groaning as Dabi hits him upside the head, "Ow! What was that for?!"

"Don't ask questions, I'm letting you live here next week. This is my roof," Dabi says before smirking toward me as I arch a brow, unboxing the dye, "Alright it's (Y/n)'s house... but still!"

"I've lived here longer than you," Shoto says rubbing his head as he watches Dabi sit on the floor between my legs, resting his head on the towel in between my legs.

"What's gonna happen then?" Fuyumi asks looking toward us as I begin brushing the black dye over his roots, "About dad?..."

"Well I told him not to come here," I reply, giggling as Hiro sits next to me and watches intently as I dye my boyfriends hair, "If he does then he'll regret it,"

"Why can't I just kill him, again?" Dabi asks looking up at me, smirking my way as I stick my tongue out at him, "We could dance on his grave baby girl,"

"Because then you'll have to go to jail!" I scold, poking his nose gently before going back to dying his hair, "And I'm not disrespecting a grave like that either,"

"Why don't you kill him then and say it's an accident? All Might can cover for you,"...

"I am not using my position to allow you kids to break the law,"...