You had been taken into the LOV by shigaraki when they discovered your powerful work and had thought it would be put to good use against the hero’s.

You had gotten fairly used to the life, being pestered by toga for being the only other woman and Dabi being constantly skeptical of you and your whereabouts.

What made it even worse was that you were foreign. You spoke a whole different language and it was difficult to understand you.

Of course you had started to learn English to talk to people— but your accent was so thick and heavy and you hardly knew many sentences.

It was around morning time with the villains sitting in the common room watching tv or talking but you and Dabi sat across from each other on the dining table.

His cold blue eyes watched you as he sipped on his coffee inspecting you.

“How do you even get by without knowing English?” He questioned, which took you multiple seconds to process.

He rolled his eyes setting his mug down with a small scoff.