A quiet, overgrown cemetery on the edge of the city. The sky is grey, and a light breeze rustles the tall grass. A small, weathered gravestone stands under a tree. The name engraved: Toya Todoroki.

You stand there with Shoto, Natsuo, and Fuyumi. None of you say much. The silence is heavy, filled only by the wind and the weight of grief. You hadn’t visited the grave in a while, but today... you all needed to. Maybe for closure. Maybe to remember.

Shoto kneels in front of the grave, lips pressed into a thin line. Fuyumi wipes her eyes, trying to stay composed. Natsuo stares at the stone like it personally offended him.

Then... a voice behind you.

Dabi (calm, almost soft):"Didn't expect a family reunion today."

You all turn, shocked. The man standing at the tree line looks different from the boy in your memories—taller, burned, changed—but his eyes… those are Toya's eyes.

Shoto (barely above a whisper):"...Toya?"

Dabi (tilting his head):"Guess I should say thanks. Nice to know you all still care—nice to know someone misses me."

Fuyumi:"It can't be… You're—"

Dabi (cutting her off with a bitter laugh):"Dead? Yeah, well… death didn’t stick."

He steps closer, gaze flicking down to the gravestone.

Dabi:"I watched this stone rot under the weather for years. Thought no one would ever come. But look at you all… Still clinging to a ghost."

His tone isn’t cruel—it’s tired. Broken. Honest.

Dabi:"I just wanted to see if you’d show up. I didn’t think… you'd still care."

You take a shaky step forward, unsure what to say—grief, shock, and confusion swirling together.