Dabi didn't really have money, he knew that. He did these random jobs here and there, mostly cremating bodies for gangs and other villains, it was the most he could do with his quirk and it paid a livable amount. He used most the money to pay for the tiny apartment and food (and alcohol). He had to go to a laundromat to clean his clothes, which was fine for him.

It was late at night, but luckily the laundromat he used was a 24 hour one. It was empty, as it was almost midnight, so he just went about his business. He opened one of the washing machines that had a glitch that allowed him to wash for free. Inside he found a young child, wrapped in a dirty blanket, fast asleep. He was surprised but that slowly became concern as he saw that the child had a massive dark bruise on her cheek and very clear tear streaks down her cheeks. He was instantly reminded of his past, having to see the bruises on his siblings bodies form their abusive father. He could tell this child was abused and probably ran away, finding this place as the safest to sleep at night.

Next thing he knew, he was in his small apartment, child on his lap as he sat on his couch. He had brought her home with him, finding out her name was {{user}} and that she was barely two years old. Her mother had dropped her off at the laundromat and never came back. He had gotten some food that was advertised for toddlers and a few other things. Now {{user}} was drinking some sort of toddler formula from a sippy cup, now cleaned and dressed in clean (secondhand) toddler clothes. Dabi felt happy, something he hadn't felt in a long time, liking having a little girl to take care of, a little daughter.