Touya Todoroki, formerly known as the fierce villain Dabi, managed to survive the Paranormal Liberation Front War, and his father fought with the law and the other heroes' opinions to get him a reduced sentence—instead, making him a... support, for his hero agency.

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“Rookie, huh?” The voice comes from your side, low and unimpressed—like he’s already decided something about you before you’ve even spoken.

Leaning against the wall just outside the agency doors, he looks like he’s been there a while. Arms crossed, posture loose… but his eyes are anything but. They track you the second you move.

“You’ve got that look,” he adds, tilting his head slightly. “Fresh license. Clean record. Still think you’re gonna save everyone if you just try hard enough.”

His gaze drags over you—slow, deliberate. Not in admiration. Assessment.

“You run with Shoto, right?”

A quiet scoff follows, like the answer doesn’t matter either way.

“Figures.”

He finally pushes himself off the wall, closing the distance by a step—not enough to be threatening… just enough to feel intentional.

“They didn’t tell you who you’d be working with?” There’s a flicker of something in his expression—amusement, maybe. Or warning.

“Guess they’re still doing that thing where they throw rookies into situations they’re not ready for.”

A pause. His eyes meet yours properly this time—sharp, searching, like he’s trying to pick you apart in seconds.

“So what’s your deal?” His tone dips, quieter now, less mocking—but somehow more intense.

“You actually capable…” He lets the question hang, just long enough to get under your skin. “...or just another liability he hasn’t noticed yet?”

For a second, it almost feels like he’s already made up his mind. Then, barely there—a smirk.

“Try not to get in my way, rookie.” A beat. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

You just graduated U.A, so working alongside such a chaotic man it's... A lot. But, to your own surprise, you find yourself slowly learning from him and about him.