Smiling softly, I sit down on a small park bench, resting my crutches against the edge of the bench as I relax into the back of the public chair. My (e/c) watching as Hiro happily plays on the equipments. Climbing up the metal rungs of the ladder before sliding down the smooth surface of the slide with his hands in the air, making his Endeavor and All Might action figures fly in the air with small fight noises coming from his lips. His turquoise eyes bright with happiness, twinkling with glee as he bumbles around the park, climbing into the jungle gym, small giggles leaving his lips from time to time. His fiery red hair bouncing with joy when he ran around the confines of the park. Making sure he doesn't get out of my sight.

It was moments like these that I cherished the most. Just him and I. Hiro and I against the world. My little baby. Seeing him happy was the only thing keeping me going.

After that little threat my wonderful 'father - in - law' had pinned me with, my whole brain shutdown. The note I found under my pillow didn't help. I had never felt fear like this... the only other time I was positively petrified was finding out Toya had disappeared, no one knowing whether he was dead or alive, and anxiety gripped at my throat whenever the thought of raising Hiro alone popped into my mind. I shutdown. My whole body going into lockdown... but I couldn't show that to my son, I didn't want to worry him... and as Enji Todoroki had told me, downrightly rudely, but still meant the whole thing...

One more screw up and Hiro's going to him...

I couldn't let that happen. Toya would never let me live it down if I lost our son. Letting that monster handle our son and mould him into the most powerful being alive. Sometimes, often when I felt insecure, I thought Todoroki forced Toya to ask me on a date, wanting him to produce a strong child to keep the legacy on... although he was deemed a failure by him. It never made any sense... the Todoroki family was just one huge mess. Dysfunction after dysfunction. It's not like I could go to the police about it, they'd laugh in my face, tell me I'm insane and how Endeavor is the Number Two Hero and he'd never harm anyone. I believed that once... until I first came over to the Todoroki household and found burn marks on Toya's arms.

It would kill me if Hiro had to endure what Toya did...

A soft red feather falling to my feet cuts me from my train of thought. Softly wavering down to the floor, landing upon my feet. Arching a brow, I pick it up, groaning softly as I instantly recognise the feather. Hiro, interested in the feather, teeters over and takes it from my hand, looking at it in awe before squealing.

"Uncle Hawks! Uncle Hawks!" He cheers, jumping up and down as the said male flies down from his cloudy terrain, landing a couple of centimetres away, "Hi!"

"Hey little man!" Hawks cheers, bringing the four year old for a hug, ruffling his hair with a chuckle, "You been looking after your mama?"

"Uh huh! Mama got into a huge fight with Mr Stain!" Hiro explains, his eyes twinkling, snuggling into the male, "My mamas the best hero ever!"

"She is, isn't she?" He hums, winking my way, I groan softly, leaning on the arm of the bench, "Hey, I have a little present for you, since you've been a good boy,"

Hiro watches as Hawks pulls out a smaller, toy version of himself. His little blue eyes shimmering with glee as he squeals, taking the action figure from his gloved hands, waving it around, looking at me with a huge grin. Hiro hugs Hawks again, muttering a thank you before teetering off to a place in the park, where I can see them, and made his action figures of the top three heroes fight against each other.

Hawks chuckles softly, shaking his head as he perches himself next to me, wrapping his wing nearest to me around my back, the tip of his wings curling around my hip as he pulls me close beside him, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. That's the most contact I've had with a male in ages. A small flustered blush fills my cheeks as I focus my attention on Hiro, trying to ignore Hawks smirking playfully my way. The blonde always trying to get too close for comfort more often than not.

"You know, I could have been a great father to that little man," he points out, poking my nose in the process, his eyes casting to Hiro, "The offers still there, (Y/n), not only am I a caring parental figure but I can make you feel good too,"

"H - Hawks... I'm flattered really," I hum softly, cursing myself for stuttering as I look down in my lap. Almost guilty for rejecting him the fifth time in two months, "But I've managed to come this far on my own, and anyway, I have Shoto to help me,"

"But you need a real man," Hawks continues, looking me up and down. The sheer tone of his voice was enough to make my back numb. It's almost discomforting, "You can't stay hung up on the past, babe, what's done is done... you need to think about what's best for Hiro. Maybe a father figure is what he needs and you can't stay single forever,"

"Please, Keigo," I breathe out softly, looking down at my feet. My heart hammering in my ears as I try to push away the sigh that's rising in my throat, "I can't just forget about him... he's the father of my child and something never seemed right about his disappearance... what if he ran away? Maybe he's still out there just not with me because I'm close with his dad..."

It isn't wrong when I tell you that Keigo had crush on me. I knew, right from the get go, that he'd be pining after me. He'd often, just to rile Toya up, flirt with me, see if he could swerve me in his direction. Don't get me wrong, he is a very attractive young man; successful, kind, a gentleman. Everything you would want in a boyfriend, a guy that you could easily speak to. Hawks, albeit a little childish, was often the perfect picture of what an ideal boyfriend was. I'm not denying that... and there has been times where I've considered giving him a call and asking him if he'd be Hiro's father figure. However, somethings always stopped me and I never knew what it was. Maybe it was because it didn't feel right giving someone who wasn't Toya the satisfaction of being my boyfriend and the father of his baby...

"You're going to have to get over him someday," Hawks points out, rubbing my leg softly while my shake my head adamant that he's wrong, "You're a beautiful woman, (Y/n), he wouldn't want you to be hung up and broken over him, I mean come on, it's been four years... surely you've gotten over him a bit,"

"That's a bit insensitive," I bite, crossing my arms over my chest, "How would you like it if I killed someone close to you? Would you get over them as quickly? You don't understand Keigo..."

"Then explain to me, tell me," he says rubbing my back, "Come on, I know I'm not Toya but you know you can tell me everything,"

"I love him, Keigo... like, I wanted to stay with him forever," I explain sighing softly at the thought, casting an eye to the mini me playing with his action figures, "He was my everything. The only person I could turn to without being shunned away. There hasn't been a day when I don't think about him because he's the love of my life... my soulmate... and losing someone so close to you, without knowing how they disappeared, without them clarifying anything... without a goodbye, it tears you down.

My little boy has grown up fatherless, he wants to buy Toya gifts whenever his birthday rolls up, he wants to buy gifts for Father's Day, for Christmas... Hiro has never met him and that's what hurts the most. My little boy will probably never meet his dad because of his grandfather and his stupid motives..."

Tears, without me even realising slid down my cheek. The pain from my leg didn't really help. I was so pent up... not realising I needed to vent it all out. Hawks, pressing a soft kiss to my temple, pulls me into his chest, holding me close while I snuggle into his chest crying softly. Hoping that Hiro didn't notice my upset. However, with how observant the boy was, it didn't surprise me that a little body crawled it's way upon my lap, small arms wrapping around my chest. I hold Hiro close, kissing his forehead as I release a small sniffle, Hawks holding us both close, a small smile on his lips.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Hiro asks, his hands sloppily wiping the tears from my cheeks, "Don't be sad!"

"Mama's just going through a lot right now, little man," Hawks speaks up, pressing another kiss to my temple, "It's going to be okay, I promise,"

"Don't kiss my mama like that!" Hiro pouts, crossing his arms as he cutely glares at Hawks making me giggle weakly, "That's daddy's job!"

"Oops, sorry little dude," Hawks apologises ruffling his hair, "You're moms just too beautiful,"

"Thank you, Keigo," I breathe out softly, wiping the tears from my eyes, pressing a soft kiss to Hiro's cheek, "I really appreciate it,"

"Hey, I'm always here if you need someone to talk to," he muses, ignoring Hiro's protests as he presses another kiss to my forehead, "Maybe we could go out to dinner? Have a little chicken, tell each other our feelings... see where things go?"

"You're unbelievable Keigo"...