Leaning against the bathroom wall, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, studying myself. My heart beating in anticipation, waiting. Suspense wraps its hands around my throat as my eyes lay on the small, thin white stick laying on my sink. I needed an answer. Cursing under my breath, I check the the small timer I had set on my phone before sighing in utter impatience, I had to wait a couple more seconds. My eyes retract back to the mirror, staring at my reflection, taking deep breaths, bracing myself for the result. My hands rest on the radiator behind me, clenching at the damp towel resting upon it. Closing my eyes, I take another deep breath, centring myself, calming my mind.

Slowly, I open them, not daring to move. What would happen if it turned positive? Fear ran through my mind. I can't do this. Shaking my head, trying to push away the bad thoughts, I sigh softly, flicking my finger up, the test surrounded itself with a blue aura, steadily floating in the air, the results facing the ceiling. Taking a gulp of air, I quickly move my finger, forcing it to face me. My eyes glued to the test, my breath faltering. Losing control over the test, I release it from my telekinetic hold and let it drop to the floor with a small clatter.

Two lines...

Covering my lips, I shrink to my knees, eyes wide. Mind running a mile a minute, unable to allow to process this. Oh god. Oh god. This can't be true... This can't be happening! This is insane! This... oh my god... Shaking my head, I slowly place a hand on my stomach, looking down at the unformed bump, knowing that my stomach is now holding new life that will be now growing inside me potentially for the next nine months.

I'm going to have a baby... I'm pregnant... I'm pregnant with a baby... Oh my god...

Taking a deep breath, I try to control my emotions, trying to not allow them to get the best of me. My eyes fall to the test again, checking it three more times, unable to fathom the results. It's positive. It's actually positive. The lines aren't moving! They're not going away!... no matter how many times I looked... They're staying there and they're never ever leaving!

My mind instantly went to the father of my child, petrified for him. He had often been the underdog in his family, deemed a failure by his father, disregarded by him, abused by him. He also had an added stress, his mother slowly spiralling deeper and deeper into a mental breakdown, having his mother then forced into a mental hospital. As well as his parents, he had to worry about his younger siblings... due to being the eldest, he had to protect them from anything that their father tried to hurt them with. Currently, he had been kicking himself for not protecting his youngest brother from his mother scarring him... Adding a baby to the mix would just freak him out...

It would chase him away... 

I hadn't seen the family in weeks. With everything going on, I couldn't find the time to see them. Especially with graduating high school and everything.

Not only that, we are both incredibly young. He is, 18 going on 19, and I'm only 17, going on 18. We have just recently left high school. Wanting to pursue careers of our own. He, unsure of his future, left it up to fate to determine what he'd be after giving up on his lifelong dream to become a hero. Whilst, I, on the other hand, desired to become a hero, or a support hero, or teach children how to become heroes. I couldn't decide what I wanted to be exactly. Plus, I couldn't expect him to throw everything away just to look out for me and this new, unexpected baby.

I need to talk to Toya...

Composing myself, I grab a flannel and rub it across my face, trying to freshen myself up. I didn't want to feel sluggish after all this mayhem. Humming to myself, trying calm my tense body, I grab the test and gently place it into a small gift bag. I then decide to add some chocolate too, to calm my boyfriend down if he decides to freak out. Leaving the bag on the kitchen counter, I head back upstairs to my bedroom. A soft giggle leaves my lips at the sight of my boyfriends hoodie and a pair of his sweatpants chucked across my bed from when he stayed over a couple of days ago. Opening my closet, I pull out a turquoise t shirt with a black skirt. Smiling softly, I tuck my shirt into my skirt and twist my hair into a messy hairstyle to keep my hair out of my face. I just need to feel somewhat normal despite the amount of thoughts rushing through my mind about this dammed situation. Rubbing my stomach gently, I slide a black cardigan onto my arms. I grab my house keys and the surprise gift bag, before heading out the door and into the great outdoors.

Walking toward the Todoroki household, fear began to tug at my skirt, trying to pull me away from the house of horrors. Every step I took, the fear began to bundle at my throat. Constantly stressing over what Toya would say, what his father (Endeavor) would say, what Natsuo and Fuyumi and Shoto would say... Oh my god... What if Mr Todoroki tries to kill me? Cursing myself as I stop at the door, I slowly knock, my eyes constantly looking everywhere but the door. Suddenly it opens and I'm instantly greeted by a large, muscular man with fire caressing his cheeks and forehead.

"Hi, Mr. Todoroki," I push out, sending him a soft kind smile, acting like everything is fine. I didn't want to tell him what was going on until Toya knew the extent of the situation. The last thing I need Enji driving me crazy, "Is Toya in? I really need to speak to him,"

"Come in," he huffs out, ignoring my question completely as he walks away from the door and heads further into his house, "Shut the door behind you,"

Shrugging off his rudeness, I walk in and shut the door behind me. Instantly, my name is called out and little arms wrap around my torso. A head full of red and white hair presses against my chest as the youngest Todoroki son grips onto my body as tight as he possibly can. A faint hum leaves my lips as I look down toward him. Trying to remain calm, I smile softly, running a hand through his hair before kneeling down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. I then take his face in my hands and assess his face, my eyes softening as tears fall down his cheek. His nose sniffling away. Slowly, I wipe the tears away and then press a small kiss to his nose to make him feel better.

"What's the matter, Shoto?" I ask pushing his white strands away from his face, so he doesn't have any hair stuck to his face to annoy him. The little boy sniffling as I ruffle his hair, "You're not hurt are you?"

"I'm fine," Shoto pushes out rubbing his little grey eye with his fist, a large deep red scar covering his turquoise eyes, reminding him constantly about his mother, poured boiling water over him, "Don't worry..."

"(Y/n) - san..." Fuyumi, their sister, trails off with wide eyes as she wanders into the living and stops in the doorway. Her hand covers her chest as her other hand grips onto the doorway tightly, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to speak to Toya," I reply holding Shoto's hand and sitting on the couch in their living room, "I have some important news,"

The whole room went silent, after that. Fear instantly chokes me as I look toward the three siblings, each of them immediately divert their eyes toward the ground. Natsuo, who's often quite hyper, happy and all round sweet, suddenly became cold and distant, his grey eyes staring out the window as he lets out a small sigh. Fuyumi, somehow guiltily, looks down to the floor, her hand gripping the door knob tightly as she tries to fight back tears. Shoto, already crying at this point, buries his face in my chest, holding onto me tightly, as if begging me not to go.

What the hell happened?...

My eyes instantly land on Enji, their father, who stands at the doorway with his arms crossed. As always his eyes remain emotionless. He's not usually one to express his feelings. Enji refuses to allow anyone to know how he feels. He prefers to remain like a rock, still, silent and indifferent about situations.

"What's your news?" Enji asks, once again ignoring my question about Toya. He narrows his eyes at me, watching as I shift uncomfortably on the couch, "Toya's not here at the moment,"

"I — I would rather tell Toya first," I explain nervously, not wanting to seem rude when I have already made my mind up about the situation, "So, can you tell me where he is?"

"He's not here," Enji repeats, not allowing me to accept any other answer. His eyes remain cold and stern. Something isn't right. Uncertainty claws at my back as I look toward Shoto who freezes, his whole body tensing up, "Now tell me what the news is,"

"I'm not telling you until Toya is told," I reply stubbornly, glaring toward him (or glaring as intimidatingly as I can despite my eyes trying to home back tears) while rubbing Shoto's back, "He needs to know first, so I will ask again, where is he?"

"He's dead,"

Denial slaps me right across the face, stinging my eyes and forcing me to clear my throat and shake my head. This has to be some sort of sick joke. There is no way that Toya is dead... right? I mean, he was at my house a couple of days ago. We had dinner... we...

"He's dead?" I ask, my voice cracking mid - sentence as I stare Enji with wide eyes. My heart breaking as he nods solemnly, the male showing a morsel of emotion for his son making me shake my head and bite back a sob, "B - but I... I don't understand... he... I..."

"He had an unfortunate accident with his quirk," Enji explains, ignoring Natsuo who pushes Fuyumi out the way and rushes through the hallway to his room while I look down at Shoto who sniffles, "Now, I'll ask you again, what was your news?"

"I... god... I..." I mumble, wiping my eyes as the dam breaks. Tears gush down my cheeks as I shake my head and sob to myself. Shoto wraps his arms around my neck to pull me close while I rock the pair of us, "I'm... I'm... I'm pregnant..."

"You're pregnant?" He parrots, his voice low, laced with something that I can't even describe. Despite that, I can see his eyes glistening with something that can't be anything happy... it's almost like... greed, "Toya got you pregnant? You're having my sons child? My grandchild?"

"Y - yes sir," I stutter, holding Shoto close as he looks up at me with wide eyes. His blue and grey irises shimmering with confusion and slight joy before looking down at my stomach and pressing a hand against it gently, "Toya is the father of my child..."

"Well... I can't exactly just abandon you can I... especially when you're holding my grandson?" Enji mutters to himself, I could see the cogs in his brain slowly turning as he brainstorms a quick plan, "I'll buy you a house nearby, one where you can actually live instead of that squalor you call an apartment,"

"T - thank you sir..." I reply looking down, wiping my eyes from the tears as I sniffle to myself. Is he really gone? Toya is actually dead. This doesn't make any sense at all, "Thanks..."

"In return, you will pay back the money that I will be spending on you," He continues, rolling his eyes as I quietly cry to myself and mourn for my boyfriend, "You'll do my paperwork, then work under me, as a sidekick, after the child is born,"

"Y - yes sir..." I murmur, avoiding all eye contact with him before he stalks into his house, "Thank you..."

Once he's out of sight, Shoto grips my shirt tightly in his fist. He leans into my arms while I look down at the floor. This doesn't make any sense. What happened to Toya? Did Enji hurt him? How long has this been going on for? How recent did this happen?

Shoto grabs my face in his little hands, forcing my cheeks upward making me giggle half heartedly at his attempt to cheer me up. The ten year old forces my lips to smile but then looks down as the corners of my lips fall. I gently kiss his forehead and run a hand through his red hair. The red hair that is exactly the same colour as Toya's.

"Can I help with the baby?" Shoto asks hopefully, his eyes focusing on my stomach, "I wanna help you, Onee - san,"

"If you want to Sho - chan," I reply ruffling his hair softly, my voice raspy from the small sobs that have left my lips, "You can be the baby's favourite uncle,"

Shoto's happiness is short lived when Fuyumi clears her throat. The only Todoroki daughter crosses her arms over her chest as she watches me cuddle Shoto. Her grey eyes slipping up to my face as I lock eyes with her, biting my lip as she shakes her head and sighs.

"You know fathers only helping you because he wants the baby," Fuyumi points out, making me clear my throat anxiously and close my eyes. Doesn't she think that I don't know that already? I know Enji more than she thinks I do, "He doesn't care about you or Toya..."

That's a given. Even a stupid person could tell that Enji didn't care about me or about Toya... I had a slightly incline that as soon as Enji's eyes feel onto that pregnancy test, his own selfish desires would eat him up. He's only buying me the house and forcing me to work for him so he can keep an eye on me. So he can control me. So he can grab my kid the second they produce a quirk and work them until they break... 

I couldn't let that happen...

I need to protect my baby. This is the only thing that I have left of Toya... besides the odd article of clothing wafting around in my bedroom. Shoto teeters out of the room, wanting to go watch All Might on his TV in his bedroom. Which leaves me to my own devices. Like a pipe bursting, a sob leaves my lips and my eyes leak with tears. Fuyumi instantly rushes to my side and wraps her arms around me. Burying my head in her shoulder, I tightly clench at her shoulders. She pulls me close to her while I sob into her shoulders.

"What am I going to do?" I sob softly into her shoulder. Rubbing my tear sodden face into the soft cotton of her turtleneck sweater, "What happened to him, Fuyumi...? What happened?"

"I - I don't know," she replies holding me close and rubbing my back. The girl trying to keep herself together but I could tell she was about to burst at the seams, "We'll get through this, (Y/n) - san. Shoto, Natsuo and I will help..."

"My baby is going to grow up fatherless..." I whimper wiping my eyes, looking down at my unformed bump and whining to myself as I look up at her, "He never even said goodbye... he didn't even..."

Slowly, I pull myself to my feet, softly relieving myself from Fuyumi before trudging to Toya's bedroom. I slam myself into his bed, curling up in his sheets and burying my face into his pillow. I hold his bedsheets close to my chest, screaming out his name as I sob into his bed. My heart clenches as I sob into his pillow, not caring if I had annoyed his father with my wailing. Whimpering, I look up, my eyes landing on a picture laying on his nightstand. Of us. His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close while I rested my hand on his chest, smiling happily toward the camera...

What the hell happened, Toya?...