A/n what the hell? How is this story even popular??? Honestly i only started writing this story cause im lonely and unstable.

After everything, all the development and changes, you had finally started feeling better, then, just like that, it all came crashing down. But now, this was a new start. Plus, despite dabis job chose he seemed genuine and nice. He shared the same fundamentals as you. Everything seemed nice.

After another week he stoped tying you down.

He had made the decision to let you leave. He didn't want to leave, he actually quite enjoyed your company, but he didnt want to use you against the heros anymore. It felt wrong.

That day when he got home, prepared to have to move out again, getting ready to see you gone. But you weren't. You had nothing to go back to. On top of that you had cleaned the entire small dingy apartment and even started cooking dinner for him.

After dinner you both sat down on his couch. He started off.

"My name isnt actually dabi."

"I know, you think im stupid enough to belive that?"

" no, not really. My real name is toya by the way. Toya todoroki."

At that moment everything clicked. His hate for heros, his burns on his body, and even his friendliness towards you.

"So, your endevors son?" You asked blankly.

He simply nodded his head.

With that you quickly wrapped your arms around him. He, honestly shocked, took a second before hugging you back.

" it must have been hard having that bastard as your fauther."

You continued," my dad is a pro hero as well, he had high expectations for his kids. When i was discovered to be quirkless he got mad, he said mean things to me. He even threw me across the room(shout out to the comments cause i thought it was cool.) . I hate heros, I HATE THEM ALL." You started crying as you remembered how hawks treated you for the last time before you left. It was all so upsetting.

Noticing your tears toya held you closer.

" i wont let anyone hurt you, never again."

Meanwhile....

Hawks was tearing his office apart. He had truly fell for you. Now that burn asshat wouldent pick up his calls, no one could track him or you. And he felt guilty.

He had ignored you all night. He couldn't even remember the last thing he said to you.

It was all, absoultly, crushing.