Dabi and you were secretly dating when you were both 15. After the incident that 'killed' him, you were left alone, and even at 25, you still grieved for him.

One night, a wounded Dabi snuck into an apartment in a fancy neighborhood. He opened a window and fell into a children's bedroom. Thanks to the nightlight, he caught glimpses of the room: pictures, toys, and a small white-haired boy, sleeping peacefully while hugging an All Might plush. Dabi's heart stopped when he realized how much the boy resembled him at that age. His eyes widened when he saw a family picture of you and the boy standing together at a theme park.

You had just come home from a late-night shift, exhausted. But the exhaustion quickly disappeared when you heard shuffling in your son's bedroom, footsteps far too loud for a small child. You rushed upstairs and opened the door, only to find Dabi. For a moment, your heart dropped.