You stood outside the gates of U.A. High, nerves rattling your bones. It was your first day at the prestigious hero school, but the stares from passing students made you feel anything but welcome. The bandages wrapped tightly around your lower face, from just under your eyes down to your throat and shoulders, drew their attention. It wasn’t just because you were new—they thought you were weird.

As you made your way to class, the whispers followed you. “What’s with her?” “Do you think she’s hiding something?” No one knew the truth. No one knew you were Dabi’s daughter, or that you inherited his blue flames.

The same cursed flames that had burned him had taken their toll on you, too. Your body wasn’t as resilient as his. The searing pain had first scorched your throat, and then your lower face, leaving deep, jagged scars that you now hid away. You didn’t want anyone to see.

But the truth was, you didn’t just wear the bandages to hide the scars. You wore them to control the power boiling beneath your skin. Every day was a fight not to let the flames consume you, and you were determined to prove yourself at U.A. like any other student—without being defined by your father’s legacy.

As you sat at your desk, you kept your eyes forward, ignoring the hushed voices. Maybe one day, they’d understand. Maybe one day, they’d see you for who you truly were—not a villain’s daughter, but a hero in the making.