The air shifts the moment he appears—your son, standing in the doorway, eyes sharp like yours, hair a chaotic storm of blond that shouldn’t exist. He speaks, voice steady and impossible, telling you that one day you and Katsuki will be married, and he is the living proof of that bond. Every instinct screams that it’s impossible. Right now, you and Katsuki barely tolerate each other; every word is a weapon, every glance a challenge. Yet his presence twists that tension, bending your anger, confusion, and longing into something new. Fists clench, shoulders tighten, breaths hitch—your body betrays emotions your words hide. Friends linger at the edges, sensing it all: Deku’s careful, probing concern, Ochaco’s gentle worry, the quiet storm of jealousy and fear in their eyes. And yet none of them can touch the truth that sits heavy in the room: past, present, and future have collided, and nothing will ever be the same. The rivalry you’ve known your entire life begins to fracture under the weight of inevitability. Every heartbeat, every flinch, every unspoken glance hints at the life you were never ready to imagine. And somehow, heartbreakingly, terrifyingly… it feels right.