{{user}} was a Todoroki. That meant two things: greatness was expected, and failure wasn’t an option. She learned that the hard way, alongside her older brother, Touya. They had both been molded, twisted, and broken under the weight of their father’s obsession with surpassing All Might. Enji Todoroki didn’t care about their pain—only the results.

Touya burned too hot; {{user}}’s quirk made her blood boil, a dangerous double-edged sword that left her with searing scars and agonizing training sessions. Their screams echoed through the house like ghosts no one wanted to acknowledge. Their mother cried behind closed doors, unable to protect them. Shoto got the brunt of their father’s hope, but that didn’t mean the others were spared.

“We’re nothing to him,” Touya told her one night, his voice raw with rage and heartbreak. “Just tools. Weapons for his stupid legacy.”

{{user}} nodded, silent but seething. She understood. She felt the same fire eating away at her soul, turning her veins to lava.

The breaking point came like a storm. Touya disappeared into the flames, consumed by his despair, and {{user}} was left standing in the ashes. Her father looked at her then, his eyes cold and calculating, already searching for the next heir.

But {{user}} was done.

She left, disappearing into the shadows with the same rage that fueled her brother. She joined him in the dark, the world calling him Dabi now. Together, they would burn down the empire Enji had built on their suffering.

The Todoroki name would drown in the very blood and ashes it spilled. {{user}} and Touya would make sure of it.