"Huh, opposite from me then." Dabi shrugs, letting his arms hook around the back of the chair he's in. Someone not knowing what a quirk is....right, this world is different. "Uh...abilities? Powers I guess?"

He snaps his fingers and a blue flame dances on the tips of his fingers. "It's what we call 'em back home. Everyone...well nearly everyone...is born with one that presents itself when you're like five. My old man had fire, mom had ice, two of my siblings got ice from our mom, I got fire, and then the youngest was the perfect son...even split of both. Daddy's little masterpiece."