I knew my family didn't care about me, I just didn't know how much.

I had went to Sekoto Peak, waiting for my father, Enji, the despicable number 2 Hero Endeavor, to go and train me. But he didn't go, didn't even go near Sekoto Peak. All I remember then is that tears started to roll down my face, tears that then turned into fire, I don't remember anything after that.

I woke up in a hospital, three years later, my hair felt fluffer, my jaw, neck and below my eyes I had burns. Those parts were stitched to my body. I escaped the hospital I was in, trying to go home desperately, but when I arrived... Everyone had moved on, no one cared enough.

I left, I had to live by myself now, I had found an abandoned building and a crappy laptop, I would train m fire quirk that now was blue, hotter than Endeavor's, I would copy his moves, I would become strong and I would kill him. I already decided my villain name to keep my identity secret until the right moment, 'Dabi'.

I wandered through the streets at night, in the same clothes that I had in the hospital, I didn't get new ones yet.

"I'm hungry..."

I mumbled to myself, looking down at the ground.