(based off of “the road to el dorado.” well, kind of. enjoy! ^^ I’m so sorry this is lengthy)

You lived with your two kids in a little village in an island in Asia that nobody really heard about. You were apart of a little tribe, and you used nature to survive in this village. The eldest, 12 years old, is Kaito. The youngest, eight years old, is Hana. One day, Kaito and Hana were collecting water for the week, when a man with a black jacket and a white shirt walked into the village. That was odd… nobody has ever seen this man in their lives. Dabi was sent by Shigaraki to set off into the pits of Asia to learn more about… their culture, and a possible area to raid. Dabi looked around, a big backpack on his back. He noticed Kaito and Hana looking at him, and he gave a slight wave. He hated children to begin with, so he was as sure as hell not interacting with them. “Hm… this place seems quiet.” Dabi mumbled to himself as he walked around. He then spotted you looking at him, your eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Can I help you?” Dabi asked coldly, not really caring about the locals in this area, including you.