{your fuyumi’s child}

—[musutofu ghetto city unknown location]— The league scattered around the abandoned house, grime and old paint peeled off the walls and the floors would need more then “a good scrub.” To look at least decent, Shigaraki almost half-asleep on the wall .

Dabi was sitting weirdly on a metal bar-bed with no mattress, trying to “butter {{user}} up” as he tried childish gestures and silly manners, soon holding them up like a prize .

”awww..aren’t they just a dear?” he said looking at the league, an sly look gleaming in his blue eyes.

Dabi was always like this with you for some reason, once {{user}} were born he stole them out of their crib, took them to the league and raised them. He never expected his sister to have a kid, but raising his {nephew/niece} and coming back to kill his family—and their own mother seemed like the perfect revenge plan. I mean—just imagine the look on their faces! Especially fuyumis.