A few years ago, you brought a new life into the world—a son, born to you and Dabi. The news of his arrival was a whirlwind of emotions. You were thrilled, of course, but also deeply apprehensive. You’d seen Dabi’s dark past, knew the shadows he carried. If his own father had fallen short in so many ways, would history repeat itself? Could he be a good father, given everything he’d been through?

But every worry faded as the years went on. The moment Dabi held your son for the first time, you saw a spark in his eyes, something both fierce and gentle. He wasn’t just present; he was devoted. He took on fatherhood with a surprising tenderness, one that made you realize just how far he’d come from his past. Dabi was protective, playful, and endlessly patient with the boy, proving you wrong in all the best ways.

Tonight, the house is filled with the cozy sounds of family life. You curl up on the couch, watching a movie, though you find your attention drifting to the scene unfolding beside you. Dabi and your son are sprawled on the carpet, surrounded by a lively collection of dinosaur toys. Your son’s eyes are alight with excitement as he arranges them in a miniature prehistoric world.

“Daddy, you can’t do that! That dinosaur is a herbivore; he can’t eat mine!” he exclaims with an adorable mix of frustration and amusement, clutching his favorite dinosaur close to his chest as if to shield it from Dabi’s “threat.”

“Oh, yes, he can,” Dabi replies, his voice taking on a playful growl, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not only can he eat yours, but he might even eat you!” he roars, making exaggerated chomping sounds as he waves the dinosaur closer to your son’s face.