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DabiHawks
Slight pain?
Idk
"I have feelings for you, you know."
Dabi tipped his head to one side and eyed Hawks over the burning end of his cigarette. The hero's pretty face obscured by smoke. He studied the bird, the way the blonde avoided his gaze, and the way he hiked his
Slight pain?
Idk
"I have feelings for you, you know."
Dabi tipped his head to one side and eyed Hawks over the burning end of his cigarette. The hero's pretty face obscured by smoke. He studied the bird, the way the blonde avoided his gaze, and the way he hiked his
shoulders up ever so slightly.
"You shouldn't," Dabi mumbled, cigarette bobbing between his lips as he spoke.
Hawks snorted, arms folded over the railing of the rooftop Dabi had chosen to have their conversation on tonight. "No shit."
"You shouldn't," Dabi mumbled, cigarette bobbing between his lips as he spoke.
Hawks snorted, arms folded over the railing of the rooftop Dabi had chosen to have their conversation on tonight. "No shit."
Dabi let his eyes linger on Hawks a little longer before he turned back to face the quietening cityscape that stared back up at them. An odd twist in his stomach made the nicotine turn sour in his mouth and he let out a silent sigh as he plucked the cigarette from his lips.
Feelings.
He'd made a promise to bury them along with the name Todoroki, made a promise to never let them get the better of him.
And yet.
He kept making pointless meetings with Hawks. There was no doubt in his mind that Hawks was working as a spy and the hero's supposed
He'd made a promise to bury them along with the name Todoroki, made a promise to never let them get the better of him.
And yet.
He kept making pointless meetings with Hawks. There was no doubt in his mind that Hawks was working as a spy and the hero's supposed
confession could simply be a ploy to soften Dabi up. Anything for the greater good and all that crap.
He snorted and dragged the cigarette back to his mouth to take a deep inhale.
So what if he enjoyed Hawks' company? The idiot was one of the few people who knew how to read
He snorted and dragged the cigarette back to his mouth to take a deep inhale.
So what if he enjoyed Hawks' company? The idiot was one of the few people who knew how to read
the mood of a room. Which he shouldn't be surprised at, considering Hawks' day job, but Dabi had met more than his fair share of heroes who didn't know the meaning of personal space.
Hawks was... he was....
Dabi sighed.
Hawks was a hero.
And he was a villain.
Hawks was... he was....
Dabi sighed.
Hawks was a hero.
And he was a villain.
It didn't matter what Hawks made him feel or how Hawks sweet talked his way into Dabi's life.
It was just a job for him.
/Dabi/ was just a job.
He blew out a large puff of smoke and watchef it get swallowed up by the shadows of night.
It was just a job for him.
/Dabi/ was just a job.
He blew out a large puff of smoke and watchef it get swallowed up by the shadows of night.
Feelings.
He flicked the butt of his cigarette over the side of the building and pushed himself back from the rail, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. "Love to burst your bubble, but I couldn't give a fuck about you."
He flicked the butt of his cigarette over the side of the building and pushed himself back from the rail, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat. "Love to burst your bubble, but I couldn't give a fuck about you."
Hawks watched the door slam shut behind Dabi and sighed, his entire body sagging against the railing. "That's the problem," he whispered to himself.
Dabi was meant to be a job, and Hawks was never meant to get attached to his job.
Dabi was meant to be a job, and Hawks was never meant to get attached to his job.
