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Tags: Drabble, Reincarnation, Inspired By Who Made Me A Princess & Daddy I Don’t Want This Marriage, As In Major Villian is A Father But a Simp, Dad for One, Izumi is PANIC, Hisashi is Totally Loving His Daughter, She Is Princess, Meanwhile Izumi is having a Moral Crises, But She’s Trying her Best, She’s Also Pretty Sure Shit Will Hit Fan, Morally Grey Area, Canon Takes a Sharp Ver Left, Seriously Why Hasn’t All For One Disappeared as Per Canon, HE’S STILL HERE, Izumi Has Anxiety, Inko Is Lovably Oblivious, All Might Cameos As an Oblivious Neighbor, Hisashi Actually Isn’t Aware that Nice Smily Man That Dotes on His Daughter is his Mortal Enemy, Comedy of Errors, Miscommunication Abound,
He had never expected children.
Nearly three centuries-
And he had never had children. But his sweet, unknowing Inko was beaming, holding his hand in her minuscule one and holding up a positive pregnancy test.
It can't be mine.
He cannot fathom this innocent woman taking in a lover. She cried when she saw baby animals, for Pete's Sake.
"I can't have children, Inko."
She stared at him. Her eyes were as wide as her gaping, delicate mouth.
"But- Hisashi - I've never, never with anyone else-"
Tears. Predictable. It was what had made Inko comfortable to him. Was it healthy that her teary face had reminded him of Yoichi, that rainy day her umbrella had flipped upward and soaked his vintage, silk Italian suit in watermarks?
Not at all.
But then, he had never claimed to have healthy connections. His most current wife didn't even know his real name. He may not find much value in various things, but he knew having his own wife not know his name was unhealthy. Coming to love her hadn't been born of her resemblance to his brother, however, he can find comfort in that. Loving Inko had come from the sweetness she had and the innocence that she so freely gave. He hadn’t meant for their relationship to shift this way. He had little use for sex, he was nearly into his third century, and he thought he had done everything there was to do on that score.
Mayhaps not so innocent, after all… But, what if she's not lying?
It was a very slim chance.
Very slim.
"I know," he soothed, and lied in the next breath, making up his mind not to snap her neck on the spot, he could give this sweet thing the benefit of the doubt for the light she had brought to his life, "I trust you, Inko. I'm just concerned about what this would mean for our child. My infertility issues might have adverse effects. We need to consult a physician, immediately. "
A fluttering hand to her abdomen. A horrified face. He wondered if she would make the same face when he learned if she really dared to cuckold him. He didn't want to kill Inko. He had enjoyed her company. But he did not suffer betrayal lightly, especially from this seemingly innocent woman.
He pressed a kiss to her temple.
"Don't worry, darling. We'll sort this out together," he purred in a deadly promise.
A child.
Another Shigaraki of his blood was to be born into the world.
What miracles still exist, Yoichi?
A child.
He was going to be a father.
More than a teacher to the boy he was slowly set to make his successor, everything in place for him, the grandson of the seventh holder of his brother’s power- But beyond that he is to be an actual father. Inko had not lied to him. He was to be a father. He breathed, at Inko’s side, holding her delicate hand.
"Perfectly healthy," the Doctor was some bright, colorful woman with a sea-slug quirk that Inko had liked.
He feels his lips pull back in slight distaste. He would have preferred to have chosen the Doctor himself, but Inko had arranged everything with that loud, crass woman she was so fond of. He would start to steer her in a better direction soon enough.
She was carrying his child, so Inko must have the best.
“My worries were for nothing?” he inquired.
“Yes, sir. We’ve done a complete genetic background on both Inko and yourself-” He was going to have to corrupt the clinic's files- hell he thinks he’s gonna just destroy the clinic itself, probably kill everyone who worked here, just to be safe, and that would mean that Inko would have to switch OBYNs, two birds one stone, “And the baby has no indication of any genetic illnesses.”
A pleased smile comes to him then.
“ Perfect, ” he turns to Inko, cups her delicate face, “Our child is perfect, Inko.”