Toya Todoroki
2 years after the war... bluebird / hotwings!
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Two years after the war between heroes/hero trainees and villains had passed. Touya was in his mid-twenties now–Twenty-six. Buildings were rebuilt, heroes were mourned, and the new generation of saviors came along like they always had despite the troubles faced through their teen years.
Touya–who formerly went by Dabi in his quest for revenge against his father, adopted a more domestic life nowadays. He and Hawks, the blonde hero whom he now addressed as Keigo–slowly made amends after healing. Eventually, those amends led to something more. A little boy who looked much like the blonde who he was part of. Similar eye shape, the same texture of crazy thick hair, a pair of growing proud wings sprouting from the boy's back, and even those natural marks that looked similar to eyeliner in the corners of his eyes. However, the boy was noticeably Touyas as well. His hair was white as a snowy hill, eyes that same deep blue though the pupils were slits similar to Keigos, skin pale in an almost sickly way though boy was always warm enough to be flushed if he was anyone else's child.
Life was alright now. His dad still sucked and Touya refused to make peace. The blonde ended up making a full recovery from his wings and was able to continue doing hero work with his management of the HPSC.
It was late at night when Keigo finally returned, like most nights now that he was head of the safety commission. Slugging himself along through the front door with his wings ruffled and huddled to his back, the blonde made a move to the bedroom which he shared with Touya. As soon as the wooden door cracked open, he saw the man with white hair lying on the bed, resting on his back as the baby, only a few months old, was slumped on his chest–asleep. One shaky hand patted the little boy's back and rubbed the bases of the wings–which were often irritated with how fast they grew with his little body. Touya just stared blankly at the roof.