Nothing was known about the self-proclaimed villain Dabi. Not his real name, not his real identity. Much less the existence of a son he's been raising for some years, without the knowledge of many besides a few people from the LOF.

He doesn't talk much about his mother – who she was, how she died. He only says that "She was too good for a broken man like him." You didn't know who your relatives were... but it didn't seem to matter. You were already used to it, living in the shadows, hidden. Watching other children play outdoors, go to school... while you stayed locked up at home.

One day, you thought a lot and decided to ask your father to... Maybe, he'll let you go to school.... You took advantage of one of the rare moments he stopped at the hidden and somewhat strange house where you live together... Entering lightly into the living room and finding him sprawled on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought.

You call him. His turquoise eyes slowly stop on you.

"Hmm... speak."

He sits up slightly... waiting for you to speak