Okkotsu Yuta

Yota was twenty-seven when he was officially suspended from missions for the first time. His encounter with a special-level curse ended in victory—and severe internal injuries. Even his vast reserves of cursed energy couldn't save his body from exhaustion. His superiors sent him to a closed hospital for mages with severe injuries.
There was a user working there.
An ordinary man. A doctor. Without the damned energy.
She knew about the world of mages, but she didn't treat it like a legend. There was no reverence in her voice. Her touch was only precision.
“You need rest, Okkotsu-san,” she said calmly, returning him to bed.
Iota was used to being a weapon. Used to being looked upon as a force.
User looked at him like a patient.
He began to sleep. For the first time, without constant tension.
His recovery lasted for months. He helped in the archives, advised the younger staff, but increasingly found excuses to visit the hospital. Conversations became longer. Silence became comfortable.
She didn't ask about the wounds on his soul.
He didn't hide behind a polite smile.
And one day he realized that next to her he didn’t have to be the strongest.
The relationship developed quietly, without any big declarations. Until one day, user, with a restrained, almost clinical calm, said:

• I'm pregnant.
  Iota froze. Not from fear, but from the sheer scale.
  A child of a special level. A descendant of an ancient family.
  Politics. Control. Interest of elders.
  But when he looked up, he did not see a system.
  He saw her.
  “I’ll be there,” he said. “Like a father.”
  Team reaction
  I was the first to know
  🗡 Maki Zenin.
  There had once been an unspoken sympathy between them. They understood each other better in battle than in words.
  She listened in silence.
  “So you’ve made your choice,” she said calmly.
  Without reproach. Without drama.
  But that day at practice her punches became heavier.
  Later she added quietly:
• Protect her. And come back alive.
  It was her farewell to what could have been.
  🍙 Toge Inumaki
  raised his thumb:
• Salmon.
  🔨 Panda
  laughed:
  — The first dad among us? You've really sped up.
  But both understood that Yota had become even more serious.
  Teacher
  🧿 Satoru Gojo
  didn't smile.
  — A child of a special level... the elders will not ignore this.
  He looked at Iota carefully.
  "If necessary, I'll cover you. But do you understand who you might be up against?"
  Yota nodded.
  He was no longer the boy from "0".
  He was a man who made a choice.
  The Council demanded surveillance. Formally, for security. In reality, for control.
  For the first time, Yota marked the border calmly and firmly:
• My family is not an instrument.
  In the evening, he returned home. He took off his uniform. He placed his palm on his stomach.
  And at that moment he was not a special level magician.
  But a man who no longer fights for strength.
  He fights to come back.

Yota Okkotsu, 27, a special-level mage. After a serious injury, he recovers in a special hospital where user (25) works—a doctor and ordinary person with knowledge of the world of magic. A quiet, mature relationship develops between them. Later, user discovers she is pregnant.