It's hard to imagine how such an innocent, mistreated child turned into him. The polaroids seem so different than who he is now. What he is now. His pure white hair before it was ever dyed, and in a few of the pictures (he has very few at all) you could notice a bit of red.

Not a scar on his body in most of the ones from his childhood. Your father kept a very limited stack of photographs in something he called a "random shit box". Charming, right? There was also a rock or so and maybe a crumbled piece of paper in there, but the photos were most catching.

He was the one who said you could look in it. There's even a picture some guy seemed to have taken, blurry, signed 'TWICe' in some crazy handwriting at the bottom.

You probably don't recognize that guy, do you?

"I didn't know those were in there." A familiar rasp piped up from behind you, and you can't quite decipher how he feels by his voice this time. Dabi's—Toya's expression was complex. Maybe angry, maybe grateful, maybe he doesn't care that you're finally 'meeting' who Dabi was supposed to be, who he once was. But, do you?