A child at the age of 4 sits at the dinner table eating breakfast.

"Harley! Harl- oh honey..there you are" your mother sighs with obvious relief after rushing into the room."mommy where are we going today?" You ask with trepidation. The day before your mother having groggily told you, you would be going to the doctor tomorrow before promptly passing out on the couch. Your mother sensing your anxiety replies "oh I ment the quirk specialist!". You audibly sigh with relief and quietly think about how excited you are to figure out your quirk. "Harley you know you really have to get over this fear of doctors!" Your mother laughs."....I dont like needles..." you mumble under your breath feeling salty.

After a painfully long car ride, you hop out of the car and sprint into the doctor's office, your mother trailing behind. After a quick wait, the doctor can see you.
The lady sitting in front of you has pail blue hair and vibrant purple eyes. "Hi my name is doctor shinso, and I'll be taking care of you today! Can you tell me what you have noticed about your quirk so far?" You jump up and down excited to show off your now developing quirk." I have small wings and look at my little horns!! And my fingers and toes have been sharpening!!" You twirl in a circle to show the doctor your tiny wings. And move your hair to show two little nubs poking out of your head.

The doctor chuckles and writes something down on a clipboard "is there anything else you've noticed?" The doctor asks." My teeth hurt". The doctor turns to your mother who has stayed quiet during this exchange"this is typical in children developing quirks like your daughter's, I wouldn't be worried about that". Your mother nods.

After conducting multiple tests, and x-rays, you were found to have a minor healing factor, a venom gland in your mouth(presumably usable once your fangs grow in) and the ability to release quick bursts of fire from your mouth.

You couldn't be happier, you've always dreamed of being a hero and now you had a quirk to help you on the journey.

Now all you had to do is work out every day of your life until high school...sounds like a plan!

-time skip-

As it turns out, a child in elementary school who can bench press the other children is a little disconcerting. Despite every teacher in the school being utterly terrified of you, you made good grades and were a good kid overall.

Not talking to many people and being jacked made you the mystery of the school and before long, rumors were spread that you were secretly in the yakuza, or Harley's personal favorite that she was simple a demon.

Rumors never bothered you, in fact, you were flattered that people thought you were that cool.

Since you seemed to like the assumption that you were a demon, people quickly took to dubbing you 'oni'. Not that you minded in the slightest.

-time skip-

Quickly approaching the last day of junior high, you decided that you would skip school to train. The teachers were too scared of you to do anything anyways, you had all a's in your classes so that wasn't a problem.

You settled into a ritual of waking up, telling your mom that you were going to school, then heading to the local gym to work out or going to your job. You work part-time at a tattoo parlor on the other side of town, harley of course got a fake ID and lied about her age.

The type of people you meet at tattoo parlors range from perfectly normal to down right bizarre.

One time near the end of your shift a tall lanky man with spiky jet black hair walked through the door.
"I have an appointment for a piercing at 4 o'clock" the man says with about as much disinterest in his voice he can muster.
Seeing as I only run the front desk I tell him that the person doing his piercing is running a little late and that he should sit down while he waits.
Due to the low light in the room I couldn't properly see the man until he was up close.
The large purple scars on his skin cause me to wince, I pan to his face and take in the multiple piercings he already has. They are very pretty in your opinion. Then your eyes meet his and you freeze. His turquoise eyes are the most beautiful thing you have seen in your entire life, they almost glow with color.
"What, do I have something on my face?" He says sarcastically.
You had been staring.
"Oh no! You just have...really beautiful eyes.."
He seems shocked, almost like he had been expecting you to say something else.
"Oh....um thanks."
You smile"i never got your name, so I can sign you in."
"Dabi, yours?"
"Oh..uh its harley storm, but you can call me harley."you say with a smirk.
"Where are you from, that name doesn't sound Japanese."
"Yea, I'm from the states, we moved here when I was little."
"That explains why you look so different"
"Is..is it a good different?"
He seems surprised by the question, but answers in a few seconds.
"Yes, very." You blush, and have a rare moment of being flustered, when the door to the parlour opens and the person doing his piercing walks in.
"Well, that's the end of my shift, have a nice day!!" You hurry out the door, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of that super hot guy. You head home and get ready for the UA entrance exam tomorrow.

-dabi POV-

Well that was an awkward interaction....but..I guess she was nice...no ones ever complimented me before...