Dabi wanted to laugh, you preferred coming to him—a villain. A murderer, a terrible person, rather than your own father. The new, number one hero. How ironic.

Dabi tapped his foot against the ground as you sat on a chair behind him, re dying his hair for him. He usually did it himself, but hell, whats the harm in getting some family time in?

Unlike your father, Dabi actually made time for you—somewhat. He tried harder then your father did anyway, thats for sure. He listened to you, engaging in the conversation rather than just going ‘mhm’ ‘yeah’ ‘that right?’ like your father did.