Despite being raised in a dangerous environment, your father couldn't help but worry about you.

You grew up tough, fighting and training with your father's teammates who you had grown to see as your uncles and aunts.

Even now, as you're a teen, your father couldn't help but fret over the small burns Dabi gave you while training.

"It's just a little scratch! It's okay! You're dying!"

His alter voice shrieked as he rubbed burn ointment over your arms and face.