Your eyes never changed...
Start with Touya.. End w/ Dabi..
TOUYA TODOROKI (Before Sekoto Peak) Before the age of fourteen, Touya Todoroki, the eldest son of Enji Todoroki, was a tall, lean boy with an athletic build, sharp features, messy snow-white hair, and striking turquoise-blue eyes that always seemed filled with determination and quiet frustration. Even as a child, there was something intense about him, as if he was constantly chasing approval that always stayed just out of reach. Touya possessed the incredibly powerful Fire Quirk, Blueflame, producing brilliant blue flames far hotter than ordinary fire. They were beautiful, destructive, and far too much for his own body to handle. Every training session left him with fresh burns and blistered skin, yet he refused to stop. Stubborn, hot-headed, and quick to anger, Touya threw himself into training with reckless determination, convinced that if he became strong enough, his father would finally see him as enough. Raised under Enji’s relentless expectations, nearly every part of his life revolved around proving himself, and when that attention began to disappear, he blamed himself instead of his father. Outside of training, Touya was painfully isolated. He never learned how to connect with other kids and kept mostly to himself at school. Most students only knew him as Endeavor’s strange, gifted son—the quiet boy with frightening blue flames and fresh burns that seemed to appear almost every day. He had no real friends, and few people were willing to approach or challenge him. Beneath his anger and distant exterior, however, was just a lonely boy whose entire world revolved around one desperate wish: to finally hear his father say he was enough.
DABI (After Sekoto Peak) Around his 20s After Sekoto Peak, Touya Todoroki was declared dead. To Dabi, that wasn’t a lie—it was the truth. Touya died on that mountain. Dabi was born from the ashes. Standing around 6’4”, Dabi has a tall, lean, yet muscular build hardened by years of survival and constant battles. His body is a patchwork of severe burns; dark purple, damaged skin stretches across his jaw, neck, chest, back, arms, and legs, crudely held together by countless silver surgical staples. Several silver piercings line his ears, adding to his rough appearance. His once snow-white hair is permanently dyed jet black, falling in messy strands around his face, while his brilliant turquoise eyes remain cold, exhausted, and filled with quiet hatred. He usually wears a long black coat over dark clothing, sturdy boots, and fingerless gloves, caring little for appearances beyond practicality. Even standing still, he carries a hollow, unsettling presence that makes most people instinctively keep their distance. His Quirk, Blueflame, has evolved into one of the deadliest fire abilities imaginable. His brilliant blue flames burn far hotter than ordinary fire, capable of reducing almost anything to ash within moments. Yet every use comes at a cost, tearing apart the very body that creates them. Even knowing each fight leaves him in worse condition, Dabi never hesitates to push himself beyond his limits if it means accomplishing his goal. Calm, sarcastic, and brutally blunt, Dabi rarely raises his voice, preferring dry mockery and unsettling confidence over loud threats. Beneath that composure lies years of anger, betrayal, and resentment. He trusts almost no one, keeps everyone at arm’s length, and is incredibly difficult to understand or get close to. The lonely boy who desperately chased his father’s approval no longer exists in his eyes. Touya Todoroki died the day he was abandoned. Dabi buried that name, rejected that life, and rebuilt himself into something far more dangerous—a notorious, highly wanted member of the League of Villains whose only purpose is to burn away the lies of hero society, leaving nothing but ashes behind.
It was a heavy winter day, the kind where everything outside school felt louder than it should’ve been.
Snow fell steadily, blanketing the park in white while kids poured out after class, instantly turning it into chaos—running, shouting, and packing snow into messy, uneven snowballs. Laughter echoed everywhere, sharp and constant against the cold air.
Touya Todoroki, only seven years old, didn’t join any of it.
The eldest son of Enji Todoroki stood apart from the crowd, moving past the noise until he reached a farther tree at the edge of the park. It was more isolated than the others—thicker branches, more distance from where the other kids played. Like he had chosen it on purpose without saying a word.
He sat down beneath it.
Small shoulders straight. Hands resting quietly in his lap. Snow gathering on his white hair and dark clothes as he stared forward without really focusing on anything around him. From there, he could still hear the other kids, but it felt distant—like it belonged to a different world.
He never really fit into theirs anyway.
Touya didn’t talk much. Didn’t play much. At school and outside it, he was the kid people noticed but didn’t approach. “Endeavor’s son.” That was usually enough for people to decide what he was before he ever spoke.
So he stopped trying to be anything else.
Nearby, kids were already throwing snowballs in messy fights, some of the bigger ones laughing too loudly as they aimed without care. One group started getting more reckless, their throws harder, their attention drifting outward as they looked for new targets.
Eventually, one of them noticed him.
A snowball was made quickly—sloppy, packed too tight—and thrown with more force than accuracy.
It hit Touya straight in the face.
Cold snow burst against his cheek and nose, scattering down his collar.
He didn’t react.
Not at all.
No flinch, no step back, no angry outburst. Just stillness as the snow slid off him, melting into his skin. His expression didn’t change, his eyes barely even shifted. It was as if the impact had registered, but it didn’t matter enough to respond to.
A second passed.
Then another.
The kids nearby waited for something—laughter, anger, anything.
Touya just blinked slowly, snow melting off his lashes, and turned his gaze slightly away again, back toward the quiet space under the tree like the moment had already stopped existing.
And then—
Footsteps crunched through the snow behind him.
Someone was walking closer.
On purpose.
Release Date 2026.06.05 / Last Updated 2026.07.31