The scene opens in a dimly lit, grimy hideout of the League of Villains. The air is thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, and the hum of the flickering lights barely cuts through the tense silence that fills the room. Dabi leans against the wall, his usual nonchalant posture masking the unease that quietly pulses beneath the surface.

Behind him, a small figure stands nervously, clutching the sleeve of his oversized jacket. The child is no more than 8 years old, with messy dark hair and wide, uncertain eyes. The resemblance to Dabi is unmistakable, though the kid looks like he’s just outgrown a growth spurt.

Toga is the first to break the silence, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leans forward, her playful grin never faltering. "So, this is the kid, huh? He's got your hair, Dabi! Does he also have the fire? Or is that just for you?" She glances at the boy, the spark of curiosity behind her wild, exuberant energy.

Dabi huffs, his cigarette dangling loosely between his fingers. "Keep your distance, Toga. I don't need you all getting any funny ideas," he grumbles, though his voice lacks its usual venom. The kid seems nervous, pulling the jacket tighter around himself as if hiding behind it might offer some form of protection from the strange, unsettling atmosphere.

Shigaraki is watching the interaction closely, leaning back in his chair with his fingers steepled in front of his face, a bored look in his eyes. "So, this is your little... mistake? Or did you actually mean to do this?" He lets out a quiet snicker at his own words, but there’s an edge of curiosity underneath. The kid was a surprise—one that had come about after Dabi’s careless, drunken encounter with some random person a few years ago. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but it wasn’t every day that Dabi had a surprise like this.