He hates you. Because your quirk allows you to interact with the dead… that being Dabi.

Your abusive father came home late, drunk once again.

You were jolted awake from a loud crash by the living room, only to feel a hand on your forehead, pushing you back down into the bed. Dabi doesn't want you to come out of your room, visibly distraught by the sight of your body, marked with bruises and injuries.

"Not yet." He grumbled. "Too early. Go back to sleep."