Hello! I didn't think I would continue this, but the support this piece has gotten has been AMAZING! THANK YOU so much!

Important Note- This story was written by me, but it was inspired by Nadaboodraws Instagram post! Nadaboodraws posted this concept on January 12, 2019, and after talking with them, I received permission to write this. They have amazing art; definitely go check them out!

Here's the link to the artwork- p/Bsh-fCbghix/

Remember- This story is based off of the fan theory that Dabi is a Todoroki. This story is also based on everyone believing that Todoroki Touya is dead and that Dabi is just a villain. Enjoy!

He didn't know why he did it. It's not like he had never thought of it before, but to actually do it? He didn't know what had come over him. He wasn't expecting a reply, he had used a fake phone after all. He waited another minute before activating his blue flames and destroying the phone before it could be traced back to him.

Dabi sighed, turning to go back into the League's headquarters. It was late at night on January 11, and his breath showed everytime he breathed making the chill in the air evident. Even for or a man with such explosive flames, nothing would warm this chill as he dragged himself back inside. The main room was empty at this point, the other members either had retired for the night or hadn't returned home yet. "Home." Not exactly what your first thought would be to call this run down bar, but it was the only word Dabi could think of. It was the only "home" he had.

One might claim that he used to have a better home, but Dabi wasn't so sure. Here he was free to do as he wished. He could do what he wanted, go where he wanted, eat, sleep, train when he wanted to. He wasn't depended on a schedule that someone else had set without consulting the man living that life himself. He didn't have to worry about what mood that person would be in when he saw him next, didn't have to worry if he didn't complete a task, didn't have to worry if he was sick and stayed in bed all day. He didn't have to worry here. So what looked like a terrible, run down building that needed a serious renovation or simply to be destroyed; Dabi saw as a home. He saw freedom.

Dabi glanced at his ash covered hand one last time before wiping his hand off on his jeans and making his way towards his bedroom. The League didn't really have bedrooms, but they did have old, ratty beds thrown down in separate rooms. That was good enough for him.

Shoto looked at the door to his dorm in confusion. He knew that he was out longer than he had originally planned, but he wasn't expecting to come home to this. Taped to his door with what could only be Sero's tape was a note-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODOROKI!

We wanted to wait for you to come back to the dorm to celebrate, but Aizawa-sensei said it was late and told us to go to bed. Sorry!

We still have the cake we made for you in the fridge.

Let's celebrate your belated birthday tomorrow!

Have a good night!

Love,

Your friends

Looking down, Shoto saw gifts piled all around the entrance to his room blocking his way. He gathered up all of the presents. One wrapped in All Might wrapping paper that could only be Midoriya's, a tightly and neatly wrapped one with a perfect bow had to be Iida's, another one with bright colors and pooka dots that he assumed was from Uraraka, a yellow and black striped one who could only have had one owner, one with and excessive amount of white tape that would be a pain to open could only have one culprit, a water themed present that reminded him of a certain long haired girl, and several other cards and boxes. Once they were all secured in his arms he pushed his door open and deposited them on his desk.

Plopping down he started making his way through the rather impressive pile. He honestly was a little shocked at the mini army of presents he had found waiting for him outside his room. He liked it this way. He knew in the morning his door would practically be knocked down in his friends attempt to properly wish him a happy birthday. He wouldn't mind it, but he also liked this quiet moment for him to work his way through the gifts at his own pace. Enjoying the written cards associated with the gifts; being able to tell who their sender was from one glance before actually getting down to their name. The same went for the presents themselves. His new friends all had very distinctive personalities and one could deduce who the sender was before they had actual proof from a signature.

He was almost done when his phone pinged with a text message. He had forgotten that his phone had died a few hours earlier and that he had plugged it in before he started on the gifts. It must have finally gotten enough charge to power on again. He picked it up, glancing first at the texts from his father- under the name "Annoying" in his phone. Shoto was quite proud of himself with that one. At the very top of his screen, coming in on top of Annoying's text complaints of being ignored, there was a completely different message. A simple "Happy Birthday" text from an unknown number.

"An unknown number?" Shoto pondered aloud, he had his friends in his phone already and there was no signature or any other accompanying words that would reveal the mysterious sender.

I assume this person sent a message meant for another with the same birthday as mine.

They must have sent it by mistake.

That was the most logical solution in Shoto's mind. He saw no other way than for it to simply be an accident and coincidence that he got a birthday text on his birthday from an unknown number. He hoped that the sender noticed their mistake and sent it to the other person celebrating their birthday today.

Looking at his clock and seeing that it was fifteen minutes from midnight, Shoto decided to ignore the text and flop ungracefully onto his bed in preparation for tomorrow.

Thank you.

He whispered in the direction of his phone anyways. He didn't know who sent the text, and he didn't think it was meant for him, but it was his birthday too. He thought for a moment about sending what would be an unreturned text of his own, but decided to wait until after the coming chaos of the next morning. He'll send his own text tomorrow filled with descriptions of birthday wishes, friends, cake, and the last of the gifts.

Goodnight, Brother.

Shoto muttered as sleep claimed him. Unknown to him, Dabi had sent that birthday text, but... no one needed to know that.

As I said before, thank you so much for the support!

The pirate au I talked about in the last chapter has been posted under the name "Battling in the Depths" so check that out if you're interested.

Right now, I don't have any more parts planned, but to be fair- I didn't have this part planned either. If you see anything, or have any ideas for this story, please share them! I honestly loved writing both of these chapters, so I'd definitely write more. See you next time!

~Kiera540