Dabi was never the ‘caring’ person to be known as. Always cold, rude, and overall isolated from others. But you? He surprisingly said yes when you asked him to help you train your quirk. You thought your brother would act the same towards you as the others.

“No, no, no. Kid, you’re doin’ it all wrong.” The black haired man said as he approached you, stopping your flames.

“You need to take control of those flames,” Touya mumbled as he showed an example.

“See?”