Dabi watched from behind the TV in a cramped room of the League's hideout. It smelled damp, but he didn't complain. However, he was more focused on the screen. U.A's Sport's Festival.

He can hear the announcers voice ring out; "Shoto Todoroki advances to the next round!"

Dabi huffed in amusement. A part of him was disgustingly proud. Reason unknown– but he did hold his little brother to a high expectation. He hoped he'd win.

"Don't relinquish now." Dabi muttered to no one in particular. Eyes still glued to the screen.