Living on the streets was your everyday life. Since you were just a child you took care of yourself. Dabi was your father and taught you everything you know, but since you knew how to survive on your own, you distanced. You could be gone all day and come home late at night surviving off stolen goods and he wouldn't question it. As long as you looked like you had been eating and weren't injured, he didn't pay much attention. He was busy most days too, doing his own stuff with the league. You mostly never talked to each other, but it was just your common daily lives.

Did you ever feel bad? Sure. And did it always hurt seeing loving families walking down the streets together happily knowing you'll never have that? Of course. But this was just your life and you couldn't change it.

Today was different.

You woke up early and was about to head out from the small apartment you resided to every night were you and your dad live. But before you left, you were stopped by your dad. It was confusing, you NEVER talked much with your dad, now here is was

"Hey, you need to come with me for business today."

He said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his eyes taking I'm your ragged and dirty form. He watched you stare back confused