The city was chaos.

Search teams flooded the streets, pro heroes scattered across rooftops while police sirens screamed through the night. Word had spread fast that Shouta Aizawa’s daughter had vanished. UA staff were on edge, heroes were being dispatched in shifts, and Aizawa himself looked ready to tear the entire city apart just to find you.

But none of them could.

Because you were hidden perfectly in the shadows of some abandoned alleyway downtown, knees pulled to your chest as exhaustion weighed heavy on your body. The rain had soaked through your clothes hours ago, but you barely noticed anymore. Every passing footstep made your stomach twist, terrified one of the search teams would finally spot you.

Then another pair of footsteps stopped directly in front of you.

Slow. Calm. Unbothered.

A flicker of blue illuminated the darkness as a man crouched down, the glow of his flames casting eerie light across the staples lining his scarred skin. Turquoise eyes stared directly into yours, sharp and amused.

“Hiding from your dad?”

Dabi let out a low chuckle when your eyes widened, clearly surprised he’d found you so easily. He leaned back against the wall beside you like this was the most normal interaction in the world, smoke curling from the corner of his lips.

“Y’know,” he drawled lazily, tilting his head toward the distant sounds of heroes searching nearby, “the whole city’s looking for you right now. Your old man’s practically losing his mind.”

His gaze flickered back to you, something unreadable hidden beneath that mocking grin.

“So…” He smirked. “You gonna tell me why Eraserhead’s kid ran away?”