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Over eggs and rice, Dabi and Keigo decided to have a conversation about life.
"What are we?" Keigo jokingly asked, and Dabi looked at him like he was crazy before letting out a chuckle.
"You told me you loved me 'cuz you thought I was dying. It's a bit late for that."
"You're right, you're right," Keigo surrendered, before continuing to eat quietly, lost in thought.
"What's on your mind, birdie?"
"Oh, you know..." Keigo looked back at him, "I don't want to ruin the mood with it."
"You'll never ruin anything with me," Dabi took his free hand and placed it on Keigo's.
"I just... well, how do you feel about your family now?"
"Honestly?" Dabi said in a hushed voice, "I still don't like my old man all that much. I can tell he's trying but it doesn't undo the past."
"I get that. It's remarkable to me that he's even trying at all."
"Yeah... but my siblings are cool. Fuyumi's got the heart of a saint, putting up with both Dad and the kids at her job."
Keigo nodded, letting Dabi talk as he knew the latter probably needed it.
"Natsuo and I are still good friends. He doesn't keep as much contact with our old man, which is also understandable, and surprisingly he still trusts me to ask me advice on some things."
"What does he ask for advice about?" Keigo asked.
"At this point in his life, usually boys."
"Ah, so he's gay, too."
"I think so. Or at the very least bi. He's not one for labels."
They continued eating quietly as Dabi thought about what to say about Shouto.
"As for Shouto... my anger towards him was misguided."
"He's a good kid, isn't he?" Keigo smiled softly, to which Dabi nodded.
"And a lot like me. We both like cold soba and sometimes I see him using that same snark I've always used."
"It's good to know there's someone like you out there," Keigo began, "honestly, even though I wouldn't wish my upbringing on anyone, I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I had a little sibling to hang out with."
"It's a lot of work," Dabi informed him, but smiled nonetheless before continuing, "but I wouldn't trade them for the world."
Keigo finished his food first before losing himself in thought again. Before Dabi could ask, he continued the conversation himself.
"Obviously, I can't actually get pregnant," Keigo looked down almost as though he was saddened by this fact, "but if we were to have kids in some fashion, how many would you want?"
"Hmm..." Dabi thought for a moment before answering, "two, maybe three, tops. I'm not trying to create some perfect quirk like my old man was, and since you're quirkless, we may even end up in a private state where people don't know you have a partner and kids."
Keigo looked at Dabi like he placed the moon in the sky himself as he listened to what he had to say.
"But at the same time I would imagine that if we only had one, they might be lonely."
Keigo didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all.
"You look like you agree with me."
"I do," Keigo said softly, "too many kids would be a handful, but if we had a couple or a trio of them..."
"You want to be a father so fucking bad."
Keigo tried to control his facial expressions, but Dabi saw right through it.
"Let's say you could get pregnant. What would you do if, in a couple of weeks or months, you found out you were expecting?"
"Honestly, probably cry," Keigo answered honestly, "maybe I wouldn't believe it, but whatever my first emotion would be would probably bring me to tears."
Dabi finished his food as Keigo said that. He looked at him understandingly before taking the dishes to the sink to wash them.