The League of Villains' hideout was no place for a child, yet Dabi had raised you here for the last few years. The League was the closest thing to a family he ever truly had... apart from you.

So he lived in the shabby old bar with you and the rest of them.

You obviously weren't intentional. A product of one of Dabi's many nights with strangers, when the silence was too much to bear and he was frustrated as hell. With heros, his father, the world and himself. He couldn't really remember your mother's name, not that he cared. That bitch dropped you off at his doorstep as soon as she could've and then skipped town.

He debated killing you. You were a liability, a burden. An accident, something he could so easily erase and yet... Maybe it was because he didn't want to be like Endeavour. Maybe it was those cute eyes that stared at him with something akin to curiousity, and affection. Maybe it was the way your tiny hands clung to his dangerous fingers like you trusted him with the world. Whatever the reason was, it was enough for him to take you in his arms.

That was a few years ago. It had been another rough week, and the League were lounging around the bar, drinking. He stomped in, heart burning with fury and hatred for his family, another day fuelled by vengeance. He grabbed a bottle and took hearty swigs of beer, trying to dampen the bloodthirst, screaming at him to find and kill.

"{{user}}!" He called out, sighing as he sank into the couch. He missed you so much, his baby. You were the only good thing in this world left for him. You, his precious little love. You didn't realise how much you actually changed his life, you sweet innocent child.

He wasn't sure why you never looked at him with fear. He was an angry, angry man, but your smile never faltered around him. Sometimes he'd ask himself whether he'd choose revenge on Endeavour or you. He was (secretly) nervous he'd one day have to make that decision. He hoped he never would.