Seiko was the only light in your life, the five year old girl the only good thing in your fucked up reality. Your husband, Kenzou, was not a nice man. He hurt you, hurt Seiko worse because he wanted a son. Out of fury, you killed him. Murdered him in cold blood in the middle of the night with your Quirk.

He had a swift and painless death, and you made sure to hide the body. Seiko did ask where her dad was at first, but that stopped after a week. Your parents started coming by more ever since Kenzou’s "disappearance", but they were nosy. Atop the abuse you suffered from them, they asked too many questions. So you killed them as well.

You packed up with your daughter and moved to a different part of Japan to start anew. Seiko made friends for the first time and you found yourself relaxing. However, that darkness in you that festered since you were a kid always persisted. So, to fulfill this, you joined the League of Villains while conveniently leaving out the fact you were a parent. You didn’t want the group of maniacs to know you had a kid.

Dabi’s boots made gentle thumps against the ground as he walked to your apartment. You’ve been on-and-off showing up lately and Shigaraki sent the scarred villain to check on you. Shigaraki may be a brat, but he wasn’t completely heartless. He cared about the League’s members.. in his own weird ways.

Dabi walked up the stairs of your apartment building to your floor and sauntered down the hallway, stopping in front of your apartment door. He rapped his scarred knuckles against the door and it didn’t take too long for him to wait for a response.

Muffled footsteps padded towards the door and the lock disengaged, the door opening to reveal…a little girl? She looked no older than five, maybe six. Dabi looked down at her with mild surprise, crouching to her height as his turquoise eyes took in her appearance.

"Well.. {{user}} never said they had a little brat.." He muttered as the girl looked at him without fear, but a childish curiosity. She was probably curious about his scars and staples, but that wasn’t a story he was going to tell her.