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The video was shaky and somewhat poorly shot. The camera angled upwards at an old, grey building that was visibly stained. Most likely from a combination of rain, wind and exhaust fumes. Attached to the building was a small and rusty looking balcony, a figure was standing on it. It was dark outside, too dark to properly make out any features.

The camera zooms in and blurs slightly before focusing again. The colors shift as the camera readjusts, the light from the apartment illuminating the figure from behind. A pair of red wings become visible and with it the person bearing them is identified instantly to most.

Hawks is leaning against the railings of the balcony, facing the night. His head angled to the side, turned partly away from the camera and looking out towards something off-screen. He wears an orange shower robe and his hair is visibly wet.

A low rustling is heard as the camera pans towards the side, seemingly trying to catch more of the hero’s face. The noise is quickly killed as the hero’s neck snaps towards it. The camera stills from the attention.

Hawks stares straight down at it, eyes slitted with a hunters focus. However, after a moment, the intensity wanes and his eyes shift off to stare at something else- as if having found nothing of interest. His head lifts slightly but it still remained within view of the camera.

With the movement a red mark painted just on the side of the hero’s throat is revealed. It looks like a hickey. Something briefly shifts the light pouring over his back and Hawks turns his head, turning his gaze back to the disturbance.

The camera views the edge of a sharp smile spreading as Hawks eyes hone in on what it finds. He turns around, facing the open balcony door behind him as his wings press against the railings- blocking out his himself fully from sight.

The video shakes again as the cameraman starts to slowly move closer, up towards the side of the balcony. Soon the audio picks up the quiet mumblings of a conversation.

As the camera finishes its approach, much closer now to the unknowing hero, another low rustling is echoes out into the peaceful night. Hawks attention is caught instantly once more, neck snapping fiercely to the side as he stares straight into the camera- this time his brows furrow and eyes flick around the space. He still seemed to find nothing of interest. With the new position the camera films from somewhere much closer to the building, as a result the angle is steeper- looking up at the hero from the side. Now, flesh can be seen underneath his robe, the soft tanned skin of his chest standing out against its much darker orange fabric. A pair of black shorts hang lazily from his hip, looking just a tad too big.

Hawks calculating eyes continued to flick around the spot where the camera rests, his smile slipping slightly- though still present. He grabs hold of the edges of the shower robe and wraps it more firmly around himself, tying the rope around his waist before finally dragging his eyes away and settling forward. A deep murmur is picked up by the audio, too muffled to actually be understood. Hawks mouth opens with a response.

“No, just thought I heard something.” A pause before he continues in a more inquisitive tone “There a lot of rats here?” he gazes inside the room as the words leave him. A second murmur is picked up as the person speaks, once again the noise is too distant to properly interpret.

Hawks seems to grow unimpressed by whatever the words uttered were, eyebrows raising slightly before he crosses his arms and leans back more firmly against the railings, resting more weight on top of it. “How charming.” Hawks speak sounding distinctively un-charmed. “Nobody ever teach you it’s rude to assume animal traits onto heteromorphs?”

This time a murmur isn’t even picked up but Hawks rolls his eyes and tsks like a response was given. Purposefully looking away and seemingly ignoring a low beating sound that seems not completely unlike a chuckle.

It’s silent for a while and the longer nothing happens the shakier the camera grows. Eventually, after five minutes of nothing but minor movements from the hero, the video shuts off abruptly

The second video is way shorter, just shy of twelve seconds, yet somehow it’s the more damning of the clips.

The video is shot from a longer distance, further than even where the first video started at. For the first few seconds of it all that can be seen is a blurry mess of grass, trees and woodland. Soon however a branch of thickets is pushed aside and the camera quickly pans over onto the grey building from before. It zooms in on the same balcony where two figures now stand. The coupled conditions of the darkness and the distance makes any detail be instantly lost in the video, all that can be made out is the blobs of darkness as they move near each other, Hawks being recognizable as the shorter one only due to the wings that gives his figure an odd bump.

The taller, unidentified person presses against Hawks and their two forms merge into one big black mass. A second later the thicket branch that had been pushed aside slaps back up into the camera and the video goes out.

Coupled with the video an image is attached. The picture is, in comparison to the videos, much higher quality. It shows Hawks sitting on the balcony rails with his wings hanging down- exposing his now nude back. The orange bathrobe still covered the elbows and lower waist but his shoulder and upper back was bare. The robe hung elegantly, draping down and creating a mess of red feathers, rusty metal bars and orange fabric in the lower part of the image. A second angry hickey is displayed in the muscled meat juncture where shoulder meets neck.

An arm is wrapped around the hero’s waist, a big hand pressing down into the small of his back as a second one is gripping the hero by the hair. Oddly enough the hands and arms of the unidentified individual seem to have been painted over in the image with black and the face is blurred out from where it looks to be kissing the sitting hero.

If someone were to go in and drag up the brightness of the second video, they’d find that same censorship on the individual besides Hawks there, too.

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The two videos along with the image is released onto a hero gossiping forum by an anonymous account at 16:07. Half an hour later it’s taken down for sexual contents and breach of private autonomy but by that point the material has been viewed, saved and republished relentlessly. By 17:00 thousands of posts had been made speculating regarding the nature of the footage, a few of those comments garnering views in the millions.

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@dribeos03_drinks
Everybody spreading the new footage of Hawks needs to stop! It’s absolutely not okay and incredibly disrespectful to both Hawks and his partner! As fun as it is to speculate regarding heroes and their partners this is on another level. Like this is properly p.e.r.s.o.n.a.l. and everyone who’s participating should be ashamed.
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Replying to @dribeos03_drinks
Yes! Thank you! I feel so bad for Hawks and his partner. Like, imagine how invasive this must feel!
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Replying to @dribeos03_drinks
If they didn’t want it to be so public then they shouldn’t have done it on a fucking balcony.
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@penguinez_r_cool
Okay but like @wingedherohawks was it a girl or a guy?
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Replying to @penguinez_r_cool
GUYS in the second video we can very clearly see that whoever Hawks is with is fucking TALLER than him?!!!! Was Hawks WITH A MAN??????? Please I NEED answers!
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Replying to @penguinez_r_cool
A man obvi, did you see the big ass hands in the picture??
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Replying to @penguinez_r_cool
Everybody saying it’s obviously a man when it could‘ve just as easily been just a slightly bigger chick. Like Hawks isn’t exactly the tallest or biggest guy around and quirks affecting stature and limb-size aren’t exactly uncommon. Just look at @mirko.
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Replying to @penguinez_r_cool
It’s gotta be a girl. No way Hawks is gay.
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@herolvr5__
All I wanna say about this whole hawks-sextape thing is that I am incredibly jealous of whoever that mystery person is. Like DAMN. #hawksfineAF
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Replying to @herolvr5__
REAL 🙏🍑
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@gojomanny
Can we talk about how weird it is that the person who uploaded this made efforts to censor the other person Hawks was with? Like they clearly went in after and blocked out any features or recognizable traits. I wonder if the other person was maybe someone famous too.
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@arzzz_pop
Replying to @gojomanny
Maybe the guy just didn’t want to humiliate an innocent civilian.
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@heropp7
Replying to @arzzz_pop
Excuse you? Like Hawks wasn’t just as innocent?? Why doesn’t he deserve privacy?
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@arzzz_pop
Replying to @heropp7
He’s Famous. Kinda comes with the job.
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@pissdrink55
Replying to @gojomanny
I’m betting my money on it being either @dragonryuko or @mirko
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Replying to @pissdrink55
I’m calling kamui woods @kamui_woodhero
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@bluewhales_eco
This might be incredibly off topic from what everyone else is discussing but in the first video Hawks says something about not imposing animal traits on heteromorphs. And I must say, as stupid as it sounds, I’ve never thought of Hawks as a heteromorph before! I always thought his quirk was just the wings and nothing else! I wonder what other traits he has.
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Replying to @bluewhales_eco
No cause I’ve ALWAYS wondered this! Like logically I know he’s a heteromorph because he has wings (no duh) but like he hardly exhibits any bird traits or any other slightly more animalistic tendencies for that matter. And isn’t that kind of impossible?? I mean I don’t know of ANY heteromorph who isn’t affected by their quirk at least minimally. Maybe they're just more internal than external for him..?
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@toadinthe_hole
Replying to @bluewhales_eco
I think in the first video when Hawks ‘sees’ the camera his pupils slit down in a way that is very typical for birds of prey. So he’s definitely got some traits, maybe just good at hiding them?
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Replying to @toadinthe_hole
Speaking of which, anybody else wonder how tf this guy got away without being caught when hawks literally stared him down TWICE without seeming to notice anything??? Like invisibility quirk or what????
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--- 18:05--
Winged Hero Hawks and current no.2 on the hero charts has been exposed in JUST NOW leaked video footage featuring the famous man on a balcony, scantily clad and sporting several hickeys!
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Following the scandalous reveal of Hawks more intimate pastimes, fans from all over are wondering just WHO this mystery lover of his is? CLICK HERE for our top three guesses.

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Safe to say Hawks was having a pretty shit day.

Or- actually- it had been a good day, up until the clock hit four and his sex life self was projected for the whole world to see. Following the posts he’d been immediately called in and had sat in meeting, after meeting after meeting. The time was currently four in the fucking morning and he’d been working with his handlers to plan up the damage control since about an hour after everything dropped. That meant he’d been sitting within the white, soul-sucking office walls of the HSPCs PR department for the past ten hours, and it still felt like they’d barely gotten anywhere.

He had no doubt that after everything cooled down his handlers would be giving way more than just a lecture for the trouble.

And as horrible a thought as that was, it wasn’t nearly the worst thing that could potentially fall from this whole situation. No, instead that honor fell on the off chance that somebody actually figured out who the other person was. Found proof of who it was.

Hawks had spent a solid three hours just pouring over the video footage and making sure that every frame of every second featured nothing that could point towards the man that had acquainted Hawks that night. He’d gone over the second video and fucked around with saturation, brightness, inverting colors and just about every filter available just to make sure there was no chance of even a trace of the other’s body shining through.

He’d assured the president that the incident had been a one time thing, promised that nothing similar would come to light ever again. She’d frowned at him, eyes cold and clinical as they observed him.

The room was cold, he was still sweating from the frankly dangerous speed he’d flown there with, a few last traces of adrenaline still humming through his veins- leaving him slightly skittish.

The President had scoffed as hawks tried his best to explain the situation but she hadn’t told him off so he hoped maybe she wasn’t as mad as she looked. After the short debrief she’d leaned forward in her chair, arms folded and resting on the table below her. Her eyes had been firm as she spoke the first words “Hawks” cold and fierce, demanding absolute attention. “Never let this occur again.” The tone grew scolding as she eyed him furiously, picking him apart as if he was no more than a blubbering child. “The fact that you were snuck-up on and recorded is absolutely unacceptable. However even past that you should’ve never allowed anyone to view you in such a.. compromising position. It’s not becoming of a hero, Hawks. Surely you understand that.” She pauses for a moment, letting the words sink in as her eyes belittle him. “You are not some love-sick teenager, nor some whorish hooker.” The words shoot out harshly, aiming to humiliate. “You are a hero. Act like it.”

After her dismissal he’d been out of the door quicker than was polite, fist clenched furiously and a bitter taste on his tongue. He’d gone to the bathroom and splashed his face with water. Stared into the mirror for a moment or two. The rage mellowed out, pouring down the drain along with the tap-water. All that was left was a pathetically guilty discomfort and a vague feeling of dirtiness.

A phone vibrated in his pocket. Not his actual phone- that had been blowing up since the scandal started and he’d long turned off any sound. Instead it was his burner. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was close enough to care for whatever he was doing, nobody was.

He fished the phone out and turned it on, quickly opening up the message that had been sent

- Unknown
(04:21) Meetup tonight at nine. Yagawa street, 382-1172, rooftop.
(04:22) Don’t be late.

Hawks sighed quietly. So they would be ignoring it then? Very well, he was good at that. His eyes caught on the time once again and for a moment he wondered why the villain was even awake, then a moment later he remembered who the man actually was. Midnight escapades that turned into early morning lingering were hardly unheard of. The other barely slept, and when he did it seemed to be during the day. Like he was some sort of fucking vampire.

Hawks felt a small smile graze his lips at the thought, fingers moving slowly as he tapped out a response. He dressed like one too.

- You
(04:27) Got it.

No immediate messages came through after so he pocketed the small, cracked thing. Once more turning to face the laptop sprawled open on the desk in front of him. He had over forty opened tabs, half of which were just twitter threads. The rest included a lot of gossip-oriented news sites, some other social media pages discussing him and the forum where the content was originally posted. He ran a hand through his hair as he clicked back to the tweet his handlers had typed during his and the president’s meeting.

@wingedherohawks
Hey everyone, so sorry for flashing you! I’d appreciate it if we could stop reposting the footage as much as possible. It’s a little embarrassing!
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The post was still gaining likes and being interacted with, though it had slowed down slightly after midnight. The hero spent a little while reading through the steadily growing comment section.

Responding to @wingedherohawks
OH, you do NOT have to apologize my good man
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Responding to @wingedherohawks
Was it a man or a woman Hawks? MAN or WOMAN?? The people deserve to know.
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Responding to @wingedherohawks
This is an incredibly unprofessional response. I hope you are planning on releasing a more thorough apology later on.
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Responding to @wingedherohawks
Absolutely Hawks! I’m so sorry everyone is being so stupid and disrespectful. I hope you have good day (heart)
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Responding to @wingedherohawks
You were hot af don’t worry
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@carly_shizumo
Responding to @wingedherohawks
How did you miss whoever was filming you? You looked straight into the camera without seeing anything two times. I’ve seen some people theorising around invisibility quirks. Will you confirm anything?
8 comments 0 retweets 45 likes

Hawks sighed at the sight of the last comment, considered responding to it. His handlers had told him to avoid all interactions that was not directly approved by them until the interview scheduled later that day, but still Hawks felt like this wouldn't hurt. Also, he was pretty sure he knew who had filmed the whole thing and he would quite like to make him nervous.

@wingedherohawks
Responding to @carly_shizumo
I’m fairly certain I know what kind of quirk it was.
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Just as with the first tweet the second started blowing up, he leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling as he remembered that night. About a week had passed since.

Hawks turned his head sharply as something rustled in the grass to his left, he stared down at the space where he was sure the sound had come from, finding nothing. An animal maybe- something small that would be hard to pick up the heartbeat off. He let his eyes float up to the woods in front of him, watching as the dull moonlight softly wrapped over the trees and bushes. They were far off from proper civilization, instead taking residence in a run-down motel a couple kilometers off the highway. The food was bland and the beds creaked loudly when you sat on them, but at least you could borrow bathrobes down in the lobby. He was sure the place hadn’t been chosen randomly, instead purposefully picked for one reason or another. Dabi, Spinner and Skeptic dragging him out here probably had less to do with a pleasant vacation and more to do with some sort of scare tactic against the owners, whom Skeptic seemed to have spoken to before. Also, he suspected that the primary purpose of the motel was something a bit less legal than housing randoms passing through. Though after mapping out the place with a few feathers he confirmed it was detached enough from the LoV that he could leave it for another day.

Something shifted in the light behind him. Hawks had heard the footsteps approaching for a while but had ignored the creak of the door in favor for the balcony air. He looked over his shoulder and watched as the other neared. The skinny man walked towards the edge of the motel bed, slumping down and eying him with his typical ire. Torso hunched forward, arms resting against knees. He was dressed in ratty jeans and a plain black sweater, the hood was pulled up over his head.

His blue eyes glowed in a cool saphire tone, the vexed front slowly melting away as he stared. Left behind was something naked and real. An offer. Hawks couldn’t help the sharp smile that cracked through at it.

He turned around to speak with him. “Dabi.” He greeted, leaning forward and flaring his wings slightly outwards- enjoying how the other tensed.

His bathrobe hung open, fluttering slightly to the side as a small breeze drifted past. Dabi’s eye caught on it, lingering for a moment too long before rising to meet the hero’s.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he tilted his head slightly with the words, knowing the hickey at his throat would be exposed by the movement.

Dabi narrowed his eyes slightly but kept his eyes firmly on Hawks' own. After a moment though, a cocky grin pushed against his stapled face.

“Midnight cravings” he leered. Pointedly proceeding to look the hero up and down. Hawks didn’t waver under the burning gaze. Instead he righted his head and smiled sweetly. “Too bad, dinner ended at 10 I’m afraid.”

Dabi’s smile lost some of its crude nature but the cockiness remained. He straightened up and looked ready to say something when Hawks face suddenly turned as something rustled in the grass just below the balcony. It bothered him immensely that he wasn’t picking up a heartbeat, this close he should’ve been able to make out even a mouse.

He searched the area, maybe the wind just blew something over? Despite the rationalisation he still wraps the robe more tightly around himself, ties it.

“Afraid the neighbors might catch a peak?” Dabi’s amused voice questioned, dragging Hawks focus- and eyes- back to the other.

“No, just thought I heard something.” he paused and smiled slightly. Enjoying how Dabi’s focus seemed more intense than usual. “There a lot of rats here?” he questions despite knowing no animal was culprit.

Dabi cheeks crease against his eyes as he smiles “Why? Does the birdy wanna catch some dinner?”

Hawks barely holds back his eye roll as he presses back into the rails behind him, crossing his arms before responding “How charming” he mutters dryly “Nobody ever teach you it’s rude to assume animal traits onto heteromorphs?”

Dabi’s response comes quicker than he anticipated “Nobody ever teach you it’s unhealthy to repress your true nature? Fly off, bird boy. I’ll even throw out some bread for you to peck at.”

Hawks scoffs at the words and this time around he can’t suppress a bitter response. Asshole. He thinks internally before turning his head to the side and ignoring the other. Instead happy to dissect the dripping marks of rain damage cutting into the motel’s wall while the douchebag laughs to himself. Soon he finds himself lost in thought.

By the time Hawks looks back at Dabi a few minutes must have passed as the other has settled fully on the bed. His shoes are resting against the covers ( because he’s an ass) and he’s staring up at the ceiling with something yellow-tinted in his hands. Hawks steps forward and realises it’s the visor he wears with his hero gear.

He takes another step and leans against the doorway. By this point any heat has escaped and the room is just as cold as the balcony. “Settling in nicely?” he asks before sending a feather to snatch the visor from the villains hands, dropping it off on a counter by the bathroom. Dabi gives him a dirty look but ultimately goes back to studying the ceiling, speaking a snarky “Yes.” as he crosses his hands behind his head.

Hawks observes Dabi, sees the way his chest raises and falls slowly, the way his eyelashes flutter down as he blinks. His eyes stick on a patch of skin not covered by Dabi’s sweater, the staples sitting snug by his hip bones gleam seductively- catching the light of the ceiling lamp and reflecting. Just above his pantline Hawks can see the edge of his boxers sticking out.

“Maybe I’ve got a midnight craving of my own.” He says and as soon as the words leave Dabi’s eyes shift to him. A second or two passes with silent observing, then something shifts. Dabi’s lips slowly turn up in a grin and he speaks. “That so?” His right eyebrow arches up in a teasing manner. Eyes shine of mystery and promise- borderline lewd with the way they glitter. Hawks always liked shiny things.

The air between them is thick with implication, Hawks allows a smirk of his own drag at his lips, face forever an impenetrable facade, but internally his gut swirls. Something warm tickles in his ribcage making the tips of his fingers feel fuzzy and his face hot. He steps back out onto the balcony hoping it will catch with the breeze and fly away.

Dabi is on his feet to follow quickly and soon the both of them are standing outside just looking at one another. They approach- meet in the middle. The kiss is uncharacteristically slow, Hawks hands finds Dabi’s hair, Dabi’s chest. The back of his neck is cold like he’d been outside for too long, his hoodie is scratchy. Dabis hands settle on Hawks waist.

It heats up- speeds up. Hawks reaches below Dabi’s black shirt and caresses the skin and scars he finds there. His other hand lets go of black spiky hair and reaches down, dragging his nail over a leather belt before cupping the other man over his pants. Dabi exhales a heavy, hot breath before moving. Pushing Hawks backwards til he hits the rails and then lifting him onto it. Hawks sits on the balcony fence and kisses Dabi with a feverish intensity. Content to block out the constant staticy feed his wings provide and just let them hang limply, happy to lose himself in the here and now.

Dabi’s hand finds the orange bathrobe and unties it, pushing the fabric off his shoulders. The air is cold against his skin. Dabi’s mouth leaves his, instead kissing his way down his neck before biting down and sucking on the spot where his shoulder and neck meet. “No marks.” Hawks grumbles before dragging the villain's head back up to continue their kiss.

Eventually they break apart. Dabi’s eyes are shining as they stare down at him. The blue stands out strikingly against his pale and monotone expanse of skin and scars. The light from the room is still shining out on them, warming the edges of dabi’s hair- painting them white. Like this, with illuminating light and the shining eyes Dabi looks dangerously close to ethereal. Then, his head shifts as he looks back at the room, the light properly lights his face as result. This close Hawks can see the blemishes littering his healthy skin, and the wrinkles wrapping within his scars. It makes him human again. Something that might just be worse.

“Inside.” Dabi mutters before pushing off the hero completely and walking back in. Hawks takes a moment to stare before scooting down from the rail and following. He closes the door behind him.
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The interview was scheduled to start ten minutes from now. Hawks was sitting on a couch, makeup newly finished and hair done-up like always. He was wearing his hero costume, though with the jacket swapped out for something a little more fashionable.

“You need to be a good blend between professional and casual.” His handler had said “Seem like you are just a person as capable of making mistakes as anyone else, but also make sure it comes across you priorities your hero career above all else.”

The man that would hold the interview came up to greet him, they shook hands and he introduced himself before settling down into a chair to the side of Hawks. The man worked for TNB, one of the bigger news stations in Japan, something that ensured the questioning wouldn’t be as invasive as it could’ve been. The bigger stations had more to lose from offending guests than the smaller ones- who probably would be all too happy to hound Hawks for every little detail and write every reaction out of context.

To add onto this TNB had connections to the Hero Public Safety Comission, which would make it easier for them to step in with requests if necessary. Hawks was, of course, still expected to perform perfectly.

The man in front of him, Kagano Goro he’d dubbed himself, smiled politely towards him once seated and then looked down at the little clipboard in front of him, reading over the questions there. Hawks already knew all of them, had read through them when he was handed his copy and mapped out his answers together with one of his handlers. Those questions were the easy ones, the dangerous ones were whatever follow-up questions Mr Nagano would inquire with.

His wings fluttered out behind him as crew members scuttled from place to place around them. “Three minutes!” Someone yelled and a few people started taking their places by the several cameras that pointed towards Hawks and Mr. Kagano.

“Are you nervous?” Mr. Kagano questioned him. Hawks gave him a practiced smile before shaking his head “No, not really. I’ve done a lot of these” He responded, playing up the more playful part of his persona. “Yes, I suppose you have.” The other laughed.

Soon everything was set into place and a lamp on the edge of the room started shining red, the cameras were live.

“Hello and Welcome to TNB! For today's program we have a special guest here to answer some questions regarding a recent scandal. Please welcome Hawks!”

Hawks smiled widely and waved at the camera as it turned to focus on him, the act came easy to him- like holding your breath under water. It was only rational.

“Hey and thanks for having me!” He responded with a laugh, seeming completely at ease with the setting.

“So, first and foremost. The footage released yesterday has surely been stirring up a lot of conversations, with most assuming it is actually you in the videos, and considering the tweet you posted yesterday I assume you confirm this notion?”

Hawks sighed internally, If only his wings weren’t so goddamn identifiable. “Yup, that’s me.” he chuckles out while bowling his head slightly, aiming for an bashful and embarrassed look.

“So with that confirmation down, would you care to share any details regarding how you found yourself in this situation? For one, the building you seem to be housed in looked incredibly scrappy. How does a man like yourself end up in a place like that?”

“Ah- well” Hawks scratched his chin with a finger as if he was just now thinking it over. As if the whole interview wasn’t carefully scripted in his head. “Well I was actually in that area for some work related stuff.” He begins as he glances up to observe the reactions of his interviewer. “I had a night off between finishing up my mission there and being wanted back in Fukuoka so I decided to go out to a bar with a friend and share some drinks.” Mr. Kagano gave him his full attention. “Safe to say we found some company.” He joked, smiling wider when he caught an edge of amusement in Mr. Kagano’s look.

“Originally me and my friend were just gonna stick around for a little while but with the new addition the three of us ended up staying out later than we probably should’ve.” He licked his lips in between the words, hoping it was read as him being deep in though and not slightly nervous. “Eventually my friend had to leave and so we both offered to walk him to the bus stop. We waved him off and everything was good but on the way back exhaustion hit us like a truck.” He keeps his eyes firmly on his interviewer as the cover-up story weaves like wool made of wolf. “So when I spot a really scrappy looking motel and joke we should just crash there, this new friend of mine agrees.” Mr. Kagano shifts slightly in his seat and Hawks wonders if he’s picked up on the lack of identification. He laughs a little, as if remembering an inside joke. “The both of us are quite drunk by this point and decide it would be better to just share a room and save some money.” At this Mr. Kagano curls a brow upwards with amused question and Hawks has to remind himself to appear playful but not indecent.

“And well- uh.” He acts out the loss for words but the flush that spreads is authentic. It works in his favor so no need to hide it. “One thing led to another!” He finishes cheekily before clapping his hands together- signaling the end of his explanation.

Mr. Kagano lets out a slight laugh at the abrupt end before leaning back in his chair. “I noticed you haven’t really referred to this mystery person by name.” He says, flicking his eyes down towards the clipboard in his hand. “And of course you should know that one of the most burning questions for this interview is whether you would be alright with sharing any details about this individual?”

Hawks gives an apologetic smile “Like I mentioned before, this person and I met for the first time that very same night. And so unfortunately I don’t feel it would be right to share anything that could potentially expose them.” Mr. Kagano nodded along with understanding.

“Then how about their gender?” Hawks internally curses, this part he was not looking forward to. “Within the shorter video there is a few seconds of footage where you can be seen standing next to a person that is visibly taller, as a result of this many have speculated regarding the individual's gender and your sexual identity as well.” Mr. Kagano looks up at him again. “Would you be able to share it?”

“You’ll confirm the gender as female” His handler had said in her run-through of the interview, unknowing and uncaring if that was actually true. “It’s enough with one scandal, we don’t need you being anymore exposed.”

“I was with a woman” Hawks lies with the sweetest tone he can manage. Mr. Kagano doesn’t seem to notice, only smiles encouragingly at the information.

“Well then, do you and this girl still keep in touch? I can imagine a media storm reaction like this would be quite the shock for a little lady.” For a very, very brief moment Hawks pictures the face Dabi would make at being referred to as ‘little lady’ and has to physically bite down on his tongue to keep from smiling. His thoughts quickly right themselves out when Mr. Kagano thoughtfully adds in “Well, maybe ‘big lady’ in this case.”

His PR handler’s words swirl around his mind before responding. “Be playful but still somewhat romantic, do not come across as a whorish streetwalker.” “We swapped numbers the morning after but with the chaos surrounding this whole thing I wouldn’t have blamed anybody who decided to stay clear.” He did his best to avoid saying ‘she’, for some reason that particular part of the lie made his stomach churn. He couldn’t risk letting it show.

Mr. Kagano smiled along with the answer and looked down at his clipboard to read out the next one once it was appropriate. “Last one now” He smiled “Many fans have also discussed the nature of whoever actually filmed and released the video and how this individual seemed to slip out from right under your eye. What can you tell us about this?”

Here Hawks had to be careful, he was pretty sure he knew who was behind the videos but that information couldn’t spread so it was better to keep detail to the minimum. “For now we don’t have a specific suspect” he answered “But an investigation is pending regarding figuring out the specific quirk used. And hopefully once that is confirmed we can round the numbers down until we find whoever caused it.” He explains.

Mr. Kagano nods along before questioning him further. “Though on twitter you replied to a comment asking about the odd cameraman with the confirmation you knew the quirk type, is this still true?”

“Yes.” Hawks responded before anyone could dwell on the word for too long, “Personally I have an educated guess regarding the quirk but unfortunately a hunch is not enough to allow access to quirk registries. That’s what the investigation is for.” He smiled, happy the interview was almost over.

“I see.” Mr. Kagano responded simply before he turned towards the camera in front once more. “Well people, there you have it! The exclusive Hawks interview and with it a bit of the mystery is solved! If you are interested in any further thoughts on the situation then be sure to stick around for later because in two hours we’ll be doing a full breakdown of the situation with our leading investigator Miss. Yushihara. She was one of the first too…” Hawks blocked out the rest of the words, content enough to smile and wave goodbye to the camera just before the feed was cut.

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@queerburgers_andpie
Okay I’m calling BULLSHIT on this fucking interview. Like no way. NO WAY is that a woman. Like look. LOOK!
(blurry screenshot featuring two black silhouettes standing on a balcony. Two crudely drawn arrows point at each person dubbing them ‘mystery person’ and ‘Hawks’. A straight red line has been drawn from the top of the one labeled ‘mystery person’ and the same has been done with a blue line from the figure dubbed ‘Hawks’. There is noticeable space between the red and blue line)
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Replying to @queerburgers_andpie
Jesus fucking christ can you people stop theorising around everything all the time?? The man said it was a chick and so it was a fucking chick.
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@ashidaig_quartz
Replying to @queerburgers_andpie
No cause can we talk about the fact that he literally didn’t refer to her properly a single time in the interview? Always just ‘my friend’ or just saying ‘we’. Idk to me that just seems a little odd?
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Replying to @ashidaig_quartz
It’s fishy is what it is.
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Replying to @queerburgers_andpie
Hawks, I am afraid the closet is glass. 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏳️‍🌈
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@pwoman
Replying to @queerburgers_andpie
The size doesn’t tell us anything regarding the actual gender! People forget heteromorphs are everywhere and for girls like that being bigger isn’t uncommon. I’ll agree the whole pronoun thing feels a bit off but I don’t think Hawks would lie about this.
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Replying to @pwoman
Maybe he didn’t want to lie but felt the need to out of fear of being outed? Why else go through the trouble of using such gender neutral language?
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@cornerboyzZ
“We decided to share a room to save some money.” Okay Hawks, I see you. 😏
#anybodywannasavesomemoneywithme?
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Replying to @cornerboyzZ
The fact he’s rich too 😂😂
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@falidkatsoumi
Everybody is all ‘he’s lying about being with a woman’ ‘no it’s just a tall lady’ when the real question on everybody's minds should be who was doing who! Like I’ve always unconsciously thought of him as yet another boring straight man with boring missionary sex but then those videos were released, and those hickeys were shown, and maaaan… those hickeys.. those hickeys tell a different story..😳
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Replying to @falidkatsoumi
This is CRAZY. Like WHAT
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Replying to @falidkatsoumi
Insane take but I kinda live for it. 🙏
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@shishigum_official
Replying to @falidkatsoumi
Do you really have nothing better to do with your life than to speculate on the sex positions of famous people?
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@falidkatsoumi
Replying to @shishigum_official
Nope 🥰
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@causz-iguhoshi
Okay but imagine just leaving your house to grab a few drinks and then coming back home having shagged one of the sexiest people ALIVE. Lowkey gonna search for this woman just so I can beg her to teach me 😩
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Replying to @causz-iguhoshi
Might start hanging around bars just for the off chance Hawks walks in looking for some ‘company’ 😌💁
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Hawks arrived at the designated rooftop about thirty minutes early with a bento box, some protein bars and a big bottle of water in hand. He sat down on the edge of the building with his feet dangling over it. Soon as his ass hit the stone he’s scarfing down the food he brought- hoping to quickly regain some energy. His hands shake slightly and he can feel the steady drummings of an oncoming headache drilling down somewhere at the back of his skull. The fact he’d been too busy to properly eat something all day was catching up and that added on with his lack of sleep was a recipe for mistakes. His bones always ached weirdly when he went too long without a meal.

Hawks finishes the bento quickly, laying the empty box by his side. He opened up the first bar and chewed it down, ignoring the way his stomach felt slightly sick from all the sudden food. Once on the second one he only manage two bites before the feeling gets too much and he had to pause- no point eating so much if it was just gonna be thrown up again. He settled for sipping on water until the feeling goes away.

After twenty minutes he had finished everything and can send down all the litter to a nearby trashcan with his feathers. The weird ache hadn’t quite left his bones but his head has cleared- no doubt due to the sugar from the bars.

Good. Hopefully by the time Dabi arrived his body would stop being so exhausted and he could play his part a little better. He glanced at the clock on his wrist, seven minutes left. He furrowed his brows slightly and tried to remember the meal-plan lectures from his teens. How long did the body take to digest food again?

He looked at the clock again. Six minutes.

He groaned silently and resigned himself to interacting with Dabi with a too-tired body. At least the bars would catch up fully soon enough.

A loud pop echoes out behind him, his wings react before his body- extending outwards. A second pop, a sickly squelch and a bubbling. Hawks turns around cautiously, standing in the process. A grey-green mass of ooze is hanging in the air- dripping down and spreading, growing larger as more of the thick slime pours out from the bubbling top. Hawks takes a step back, mindful of the edge by his feet. His wings are fully extended by this point and his body is tense.

The coagulated liquid slowly reaches the ground and when it does the bubbling and constant popping at the top seem to stop. It continued dripping though and Hawks realises it's rolling off something solid now.

A black, spikey mess of something is revealed underneath and it isn’t until the hero sees skin that Hawks realises it’s a person.

Shining blue eyes open and immediately find him. Recognition flares in his gut and his battle-ready stance falters slightly.

Dabi spits twice at the ground, looking vaguely disgusted but still remarkably calm at having just appeared from a wall of slime. The last of the mass pours down his legs to leave a stagnant pool by his feet.

“Hero” He greets, hands in pockets- casual as all hell. Hawks somehow manages to keep the surprise off his face, instead landing somewhere between apprehensive and calm. He’s quick to collect himself, straightening up and folding his wings back.

“You’re early, Dabi.” He responds, and then “Wasn’t that entrance a bit much? Even for you.”

Dabi’s eyes are cold and detached as they observe him. Usually a comment like that would warrant an amused crease by them. Today he remains indifferent and frosty.

“Well jeez, tough crowd.” Hawks shrugs and smiles. Trying to play off the odd mood that has settled.

Dabi remains where he stands, face giving away nothing. Hawks mimics him, letting his own gloved hands fall into his pockets and tilts his head slightly to the side, an easy smile splayed out over his face.

“So, what’s up?” He’s growing slightly uneased at the silence.

Dabi stares at him, keeps eye contact as his right hand digs into his pocket and grabs something there before holding it out- waiting for Hawks to reach forward. Hawks does so and is handed a paper folded into a small square. He smooths it out and reads the note, it’s a list of names. He raises a questioning eyebrow and aims it at the villain.

Dabi, for his part, looks entirely unimpressed and a bit too pissed for something so minor. “Some incarcerated low-ranks” He says pointing mockingly at the paper “Boss wants you to compile some info on them.”

“Info?” Hawks questions and Dabi rolls his eyes. “Age, quirk, charged crime and sentence.” the man stutters dryly. Slowly- like Hawk’s wouldn’t understand if he spoke fast.

Hawks ignores the antics, more than used to dealing with Dabi on his off days, and reads over the names. “I can do that.” He assures, “But it might take a little while with formal access customs and all.” More like with all the deliberations this would demand from his mission operatives.

“Whatever. Just get it done.” Dabi practically hisses the last part and Hawks takes pause to wonder, properly this time, what’s got the man in such a bad mood.

He inspects him. Dabi’s tense, more so than usual. There’s a mean line tugging by his mouth. Hawks should just nod and leave, before the foul mood inevitably boils over.

“Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?” Hawks questions despite himself, because he enjoys watching Dabi tick more than his own self-preservation.

The reaction is immediate- Dabi’s lips raising in a toothy sneer. He stomps forwards, pushes down into his face, close enough that Hawks can smell the smoke that’s slowly fissing out from cracked skin.

It takes longer than Hawks expected for Dabi to spit an insult. It's wrong- how used they’ve grown to this closeness. “Why don’t you fly off before I fry you to a stump, showboy?”

Hawks chuckles, golden gaze meeting a harsh blue. “If you say so.” He whispers slowly, surprised by the heaviness of his tongue.

The moment lingers, something strange hangs there. Neither address it.

Dabi scoffs and pushes past, almost making the hero fall off the building. He slumps down where Hawks sat before and looks at the city.

“How do you stand yourself?” he mutters, absentmindedly picking at a staple by his cheek until it bleeds.

Hawks is so caught off guard by the question he actually just stops and looks.

“I mean, god.” Dabi’s eyes shoot to Hawks, they are filled with a hate so deep and personal that it makes him shiver. Makes him think of his father. “You are so fucking fake.” The blood leaking from his staple to pool as Dabi picks at it. “All the goddamn time.” A droplet runs down his cheek, drips down on his shirt. “Do you even have a personality? Outside of being the media’s bitch?”

Keigo hurts at the words, his mask starts to splinter. Hawks strings it back on. Moves to speak- is interrupted before he can.

Dabi’s face is open and wild with rage. “I mean can you honestly say you’re happy with this fake-ass life?!”

It’s silent as Dabi awaits a response.

The breeze is cold against his skin. His bones still ache.

“Well, of course not.” Hawks is quick on his feet. Always has been. “But, that’s why I wanna join the league! Change the world, change my life, yeah?” He’s smiling as he says it, it’s practically programmed in.

Dabi looks at him like he’s on a screen- on tv, not really there. Like there’s thick glass between them marking Hawks as fuzzy idealism and Dabi as gritty truth.

“Yeah.” The word is toneless as Dabi speaks it. He stands, though keeps his distance. “Get the info I asked for.” Then he’s walking off, grabbing onto a fire escape ladder and climbing down, disappearing into the night.

Hawks remains standing where he is, looking out over the city. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth.

He thinks his younger self would be happy at being on the other side of the screen but he isn’t sure.

He wonders if his mom ever sees him on television. Wonders if she turns it off.

The city is alive under him. Cars drone forward, occasionally screeching to a halt- sometimes honking. A group of teens are joking around by a gas station, laughing and playing loud music. Two women are smoking outside of a restaurant, staring off into the night. An older man wrapped in a thin ragged blanket is silently humming a foreign tune, tipping an empty paper cup towards everyone who walks by.

He thinks of his mom again. Shakes it away.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing but saving lives ever mattered.

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It takes Hawks a week before he has time to go deal with the cameraman. He’s got too much going on- he knows. Overworking himself on the hero front could be detrimental to his mission. But still, he allows himself the selfish luxurious conformity of routine. If only just for a few more days.

He gets Dabi’s information. It’s a shockingly quick decision for the board. Nobody cares about the privacy of some imprisoned nobodies. He tries not to dwell on it.

When Skeptic opens the door to find Hawks with a sugary smile on the other side he’s quick to slam it shut. Hawks is quicker though, and definitely stronger, so he pries the thing up easily. Skeptic yanks at it once more before giving up. He's sweating.

“Hawks! Get out! You have no right to barge in like this!”

Hawks steps inside the small room, takes in the wall of screens mounted over a desk, the open laptop. The camera lenses scattered on the table, the heaps of papers lying everywhere and the seemingly endless wires. He looks at Skeptic, lets the sweet smile morph into something a little more sharp. A little more mocking.

“Nice place you got here!” He laughs, jumping up to sit on the desk. Not caring for the papers that fall to the floor as a result.

Skeptic glares daggers at him, looks a little like he wants to stomp his feet and scream. He’s red like a screaming toddler. Though he still has the self-presevation to stray away from activating his quirk. “Get out! Get out right now! I’ll get Shigaraki and I’ll tell him-”

“You’ll tell him what?” Hawks interrupts, leaning forward. “Tell him you almost totaled one of his highest ranked insiders?” Skeptic goes quiet, but there’s a wild look in his eye. He’s shaking from rage but there’s something else there too.

“You know what could’ve happened if anybody figured out Dabi was the man with me that night?” he says it casually, like they’re two coworkers chatting over coffee.

“I-” Skeptic begins but Hawks cuts him off again. Mostly just to piss him off.

“Well I for one know.” Hawks picks up one of the loose lenses and plays with it. “I would have been hunted, captured, imprisoned. Thrown off the chess board!” he whips his free hand out in a dramatic gesture “And with me gone you-” He points accusingly at the other “Would have lost your only direct access to the HSPC.” He starts circling the pointed finger slightly, bored at keeping it still. “As well as any and all higher clearances to their files and data.” His hand falls down to the desk.

Skeptic clenches his fists “That would never happen! I specifically went over the footage and made sure there were no signs of-”

“You think that actually matters?” Hawks laughs again and it’s almost real this time “Have you seen people on twitter? They’re fucking crazy, they don’t need facts they just need a hunch.” Hawks lets all the filters drop, levels the other with his purest, most primal and predatory attention. Enjoys the way it makes Skeptic shakes like a mouse.

He eases up on the eyes, shakes his head in disbelief. “They need a hunch and you gave them a fucking soap-opera.”

He digs a hand into his pocket, grabs a folded paper- straightens it out. Holds it in front of him so that Skeptic can see.

Hawks tilts his head and blinks. “Hirata Katsumi.” He says “One of your people, yes?”

He turns the paper around and reads. “Miss. Hirata, Quirk: Silent Mist; Holder can create a thin barely visible mist that conceals entities within completely- similar to other manifestation based invisibility quirks.” He hums. “However the quirk also dulls light and sound by 50%” Hawks watches Skeptic for his reaction but the other just stands frozen. His face is still in a shaky, enraged frown. Hawks looks down and continues “Mist remains functional for up to forty minutes after activation, bound to whoever the quirk was activated on.” He puts the paper back.

“And now here’s the kicker.” Hawks says leaning back, wings knocking into several monitors harshly leaving Skeptic to uselessly grit his teeth. “I actually managed to get a hold of dear Hirata here. Quite the sweet lady, all things considered.”

He smiles at Skeptic and knows he’s showing off too many teeth for it to look professional, he can’t bring himself to care. “She says you came up to her with a request for her quirk. Apparently it was for some investigation you were doing.”

“Tell me, Mr. Chikazoku. Do you think secretly recording your coworkers is a good use of your time?”

Skeptic stills even further at the use of his real name. “I mean I know you dislike me, but isn’t this a bit much, hm?” Hawks presses on, determined to make his point “Do you think the People’s Liberation Front gets any actual productive use out of your revengeporn?”

Skeptic jumps slightly at the last word, looking absolutely scandalized.“This is, You- God!” Hawks rolls his eyes. Throws the lens he’d been playing with to the floor and stands.

“You deserved it!” Skeptic yells right in his face, a bit of spit flies and hits chin. “Assholes like you- you!- Somebody needed to knock you down a peg.” Hawks can see his eyes peeking through the long bangs now, they’re gray and dead. Hawks meets them without issue.

“Well congrats.” Hawks drawls when the yelling dies down. “You’ve officially scandalized me.” He shrugs with the words, like he doesn’t care much for them. “Satisfied?” He questions and Skeptic seems so shocked that he forgets his anger.

“But from now on.” Hawks smiles “If you ever try this again-” Skeptics eyes widen under his bangs. “I won’t be letting you off with just a little visit.” He looks at the other. “okay?”

Skeptic nods reluctantly. It’s faint but there. Hawks throws up a thumbs-up, claps him on the back twice and turns to walk out the room. “Good man!” He yells from the door, grinning at the way Skeptics flinches. Lingers a few seconds more before finally closing it.

Outside of the room Dabi is standing to his right. Hawks knows he’s there before he turns, he’s got feathers flying through every vent of this building, constantly picking up movement. He knows where everyone is, all the time.

Still he feigns a surprised stutter when he turns to see the other. Dabi’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He looks annoyed. “Dabi!” Hawks laughs “Didn’t quite see you there, sorry.”

Dabi ignores his words, scans Hawks face instead. “Why were you in there?” Dabi questions in a pointed, no-nonsense tone. It’s accusatory, on the cusp of anger.

Hawks shrugs slightly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Oh, just Skeptic being paranoid like usual, said something about installing cameras.” He pretends not to notice how Dabi narrows his eyes. “I don’t know- honestly, I wasn’t really listening.” He waves his hand in the air, wafting the words away.

“But! Nevermind that. You’re actually just the man I need!” He digs out a flash drive from his pocket and holds it out. “For you” He grins “It’s everything you asked for.”

Dabi still hasn’t moved his gaze from Hawks face and he certainly hasn’t moved his body to grab the offering. “That was quick.” He asserts after an uncomfortable pause.

Hawks nods. “Kinda what I do.” He extends his arm a little further towards Dabi- urging him to take it. Dabi does this time, his long bony fingers brush up against Hawks gloves. The thick rubbery fabric quells any actual heat but Hawks imagines it all the same, familiar enough to know.

Dabi slips the small drive into his pocket before straightening up from the wall. Their eyes meet and it’s quiet for a moment. Most moments between them were. Soon Dabi’s tipping his head and nodding towards the hallway behind him, he mutters a silent “c’mon” before turning heel and striding away. Hawks stays rooted at first, staring as Dabi’s languid waltz forward. His hands are in his pockets and the steps are small, slow. With each one his body sways slightly- lazy but elegant, almost feline. It’s sort of child-like how the other lets himself just authentically be. Like Dabi can’t bother a second to hold back the odd and, sometimes frankly, off-putting mannerism.

Dabi makes it maybe two door frames down before he stops and looks back towards Hawks. There’s a tension in his chin now, a slight furrow by his brows. “Birdie.” He says and the nickname throws Hawks off, usually that one was only reserved for their more intimate pastimes. “C’mon.” This mutter is more firm, more demanding. Somehow though, it also sounds raw. Something flickers in Dabi’s eye as he says it and Hawks thinks he sees a want there. It’s wrong and uncomfortable. Hawks takes the first step if only to rid Dabi of the uncharacteristic flicker.

Once Hawks has made it closer, Dabi starts walking too. He leads them through the empty hallways of the mansion, every once in a while they’ll run into officers, commanders or the more high-ranking members of the PLF who were allowed into this portion of the building. Hawks greets them all with a wide smile and usually a wave or a pat on the back. One older gentleman that Hawks had spoken to maybe twice before corners him with a rigid hug that has his feet dangling off the ground. He laughs heartily and reciprocates it, despite the slightly sweaty palms grasping his side and shoulder a touch too tightly. He notes Dabi’s rapidly growing impatience and quickly cuts the interaction short, smiling cheekily at the black-headed arsonist who only scoffs and continues their trip.

They finally stop outside of Dabi’s room and Hawks throws him a look for it. He’s only invited inside when Dabi wants to fuck.

Hawks eyes stare into the back of Dabi’s neck. He had assumed this was something work related, thought Dabi was still too pissed at him from last week. Dabi sets a hand on the doorknob and turns back to meet his gaze. He’s wearing that look again- the one he always wears before. The slim blue eyes shine with a fiery heat, implications clear- offer clear.

Dabi opens the door and steps inside, leaving the hero behind. The door is left open, slightly ajar. It’s Hawks move now.

He sighs, checks the clock. He has things to do, every day is another one closer to the raid- it’s not far now. He needs to continue his investigations, needs to keep his operatives and handlers posted, needs to remain active in his public appearances.

Though perhaps most pressingly, he needs to stay the hell away from Dabi and this thing of theirs. He needs to distance himself because in two weeks time that train will crash harder than a spiraling, brakeless cart headed into solid concrete. It will crash and it will burn and Hawks isn’t too sure if he’ll ever make it out. He needs to leave.

He’s dragged from his thoughts at a shuffling inside. His wings flutter at his back. Dabi sitting down on his bed, he guesses.

He has to leave. Stepping inside now will only hurt them- the both of them- even more. It would be stupid and selfish. He’s a piece of shit to even be considering it, memories of his orders and his target fresh in mind.

He pushes the door open and hates himself for it.

Dabi’s lying on the bed glaring down at his phone with a freshly lit cigarette in his grasp. When the door creaks and signals Hawks entrance his eyes flash upwards and instantly there’s something new in them. Irritation leaving and making way for something deeply satisfied. Hawks avoids the look, turning around and closing the door behind him.

He peels off his gloves, his visor, his headphones. Leaves them on the desk by the door. He kicks off his boots, shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on a stool. Dabi’s watches. Hawks turns towards the bed and approaches. Dabi sits up fully, kills the smoke he’d been holding on the headboard of his bed, burning a black mark to join in the scattered blemishes. He leaves the fag on the nightstand beside him, eyes never leaving Hawks form. The stench of cigarettes is heavy in the entire room, stepping inside being a bit like flying into a cloud- only a lot less wet and a lot more toxic.

Sometimes when Hawks laid panting in the afterglow of their hookups he would wonder how many days he’d shaved off his life by simply breathing in the air that Dabi exhales.

When he reaches the bed he’s quick to climb onto Dabi’s lap, Hawks thighs spreading around him as he sinks close. His hands find black hair and grips it loosely as they lock eyes.

Dabi’s surprised satisfaction has melted down into a smugness now. His right hand reaches up to hold Hawks’ face, his left one settles on the hero’s leg. “Birdie..” He whispers in the space between them, running a thumb over Hawks cheek, up towards the corner of his eye. “Almost thought you were gonna be a no-show.”

The touch to his face is softer than usual. Hawks hates it. Wishes the other would grip instead of caress. He releases a hand from Dabi’s hair to wrap around Dabi’s wrist and drag it away. Settles the hand around by his throat instead.

Dabi uses the new placement to hook his hand behind Hawks neck, dragging him forward until they’re kissing. It’s hot and wet, quickly transforming from a slow lapping into a fierce interplay- tongues swirling around one another feverishly.

The hand on his leg starts to move upwards until it’s coming around his hip and down towards his ass. Hawks breathes heavily as he’s massaged and squeezed. He’s painfully hard and with how close they are, Dabi must feel it too. The hand moves from his ass toward his shirt, dragging it upwards. Hawks complies and pries it off, detaching some feathers to make the process easier.

Once his chest is exposed Dabi is quick to run his hands up Hawks side, over his chest, down his stomach. Hawks insides swirl when one hand starts to edge over top of his pants but Dabi doesn’t go any lower, just ghosts the edge with the tip of his fingers.

Dabi kisses Hawks neck, bites down a love mark onto his shoulder. “Dabi..” Hawks mumbles into the other’s hair, intending to remind the other, no marks, but then he thinks better of it. Media already knows, he reasons.

It’s a shitty excuse, but he can’t bring himself to care when the teeth feel so good.

“Yeah?” Dabi breathes against his shoulder as he moves in to kiss a second mark against his throat. When the two hooked up for the first time the kissing had been minimal and hickeys unheard of. How in the hell did they end up here?

“Nothing.” He mutters out and Dabi chuckles quietly at the response. After he seems to have finished with the second one Hawks pushes the head off and up towards his face. They share a short kiss before Hawks is nosing down Dabi’s neck, deciding it’s his turn. Dabi sighs above his head and starts to slowly grind up into Hawks, he can feel the hard dick digging into his ass. It makes his eyelids droop with lust and his breathing grow ragged.

The kisses he leaves on Dabi’s skin are wet and sloppy, he doesn’t bother biting down long enough to leave any mark- knows it won’t be visible over the scars. He does run his teeth over the skin though and plans to bite a mark into the other’s chest when he can reach better.

Then Dabi is moving, pushing the hero down onto the scratchy covers and settling himself between his legs. Hawks breathes slightly sharper as Dabi reaches down to take his own shirt off. The thin white fabric peels back to reveal an erotic expanse of skin, scars and staples. Hawks always loved the way the metal would glow under even the dullest of light.

Dabi’s hands fall down on either side of the hero’s head. His eyes are lidded over. His legs press down onto Hawks crotch and the man moans quietly underneath him, subtly arching and grinding back down into the pressure.

“You like that?” Dabi breathes hotly against his ear, Hawks shivers at the warm air. “Yeah..” He whispers back as Dabi starts to nibble at his ear, teeth playing with his ruby earring and pulling on his lobe. He’s lazily rolling his hips into Hawks, hands falling to the hero’s belt.

Hawks helps when the villain starts pushing his sandy brown pants down, angling up his hips and wiggling til the other man throws them to the floor. He looks pleased at the exposed skin, grabbing Hawks right ankle and pushing it up to rest it on his shoulder.

“Fetch us some lube?” Dabi asks as he grabs hold of Hawks other foot and mirrors it to the other one, now having both legs . By this point Hawks is almost panting, he feels hot, aroused and ready to get this show on the road. Dabi smirks down at him, eyes the same intense blue as his flames.

When Hawks isn’t fast enough at responding Dabi gropes at the thighs pressed towards the villains chest and squeezes hard. The next second intense heat flickers out from the scarred hands and Hawks finds himself jumping at the sudden sensation. It’s gone quicker than it came, not even present long enough to hurt, but Hawks still finds himself with a gaping mouth and galloping heart. Suddenly hyper aware that the man holding him could kill him in seconds this close.

It’s a much needed reminder, Hawks is almost thankful for the way it clears his head.

“I asked you for something, birdie.” Dabi’s coo is just shy of mocking. His head turns towards one of the feet hooked over his shoulder and he starts to nose at the tanned skin there. He kisses it once before grabbing hold of Hawks hips and dragging him up even further in the air- until Dabi can bite marks into muscular thighs and until Hawks is hanging halfway suspended and thoroughly flushed. His wings flutter slightly but he doesn’t otherwise fight the manhandling. Hawks head’s starting to rush with arousal and heat yet again. He pushes the small part of his body still touching the bed up by his elbows to watch as Dabi slowly nears his straining groin. When he’s just at the edge of Hawks boxers his eyes shoot up and shining blue meets muddled gold. Hawks feels so hot he thinks his skin might just melt off his bones.

“Lube, baby.” Dabi says, the words muffle slightly from the skin pressed so close to his lips.

“Yeah-” Hawks wheezes- unsteady. "Yeah, on it.” He corrects then, tone more composed. He feels Dabi grin against his inner thigh but the man doesn’t comment. Instead he starts biting down on the sensitive spot of his thigh, just above his groin. Distantly, Hawks is aware of the fact that Dabi is leaving a lot more trace than usual. Presently though he doesn’t dwell on it.

Hawks falls back down from his elbows and closes his eyes as he tries to focus. It’s ridiculous how hard it is for him reach out and control his feathers like this- he’d been trained for torture and yet somehow sex was the thing that tripped him up.

He manages to make the connection on the third attempt and quickly a feather shoots down into the lowest drawer on Dabi’s nightstand. It emerges with a small vial that it drops in Hawks awaiting hand. He doesn’t get to hold it for long however as Dabi is quick to snatch it away. Hawks rolls his eyes.

Dabi drops the lube on the cover by Hawks arms and then, in one big swoop, he manages to peel off the hero’s boxers with just the minimal tugging. Hawks gasps at the motion, not prepared for the sudden air to hit his skin as his dick springs free and bounces slightly against his stomach.

“Asshole.” Hawks hisses whilst glaring daggers at the man above. Dabi ignores him in favour of pushing both his feet forward so he can pull off the underwear completely and throw it to the floor. Then he’s grabbing the vial of lube again. He squeezes out a steady amount onto his fingers and uses his thumb to spread it out before reaching down and fisting his hand around Hawks cock. Giving it a few steady tugs making Hawks moan lowly.

Once at full-pist Dabi releases him and pours out more lube, this time pressing down onto Hawks hole, not pushing yet- just circling.

Hawks gives a full-body shudder at the sensation and has to back a whine. He throws an arm over his eyes, tries to hide away the blush spreading over both cheeks and ears. Dabi chuckles as his free hand falls down to gently drag away the arm. The look in his eye is horribly fond when he speaks.

“If only you could be like this all the time.” The words are gut-wrenching and terrifying, the piercing blue eyes are horribly clear and honest.

It’s silent for just a second and then the look grows muddled, something different blending in. Something angry, maybe even cruel. It adds distance and Hawks isn’t sure whether to be thankful or upset at it.

“If only you weren’t such a Golden Boy, yeah?” Dabi’s eyes look away then, avoidant and frustrated. One of the fingers pressed against Hawks hole starts to push inside. Hawks has to turn his focus away from Dabi’s shifting mood, too caught up with the intrusion. His back arches off the bed and he moans- this one noticeably louder than all the previous ones.

Dabi laughs at the sound but it seems meaner now. “There you go, bird boy. Sing.” He mocks as he he starts to slowly fuck the finger in and out. Despite the tone and words, however, Dabi’s movements don’t seem much harsher than they were before, still accommodating for Hawks reactions and tells.

A second finger joins the first one and with it Hawks starts to feel a bit like a panting dog. His dick is leaking precum onto his stomach and his neck and back are starting to ache from the odd, halfway suspended, position. Dabi keeps up the pace same as before only stopping up a few times to scissor out the fingers and brush just below Hawks prostate. The closeness makes Hawks curl his toes in anticipation but he never hits it directly and Hawks can’t help but think that’s on purpose. He tries to reach out a hand to brush against Dabi’s soft hair but the man ducks away, eyes firmly avoiding his as he focuses on fucking his fingers in and out. By the time the third one pushes inside Hawks is a moaning mess. His fingers grasping at the sheets below, bunching up a stretch of fabric and gripping hard. His eyes search desperately for some sort of support at the intense sensation, but Dabi’s gaze remains busy.

“Dabi.” He speaks and it’s not a plea, it’s not.

At the word though Dabi finally looks back so their eyes meet. Hawks tries his best not to sigh with relief as he suddenly registers the air ztuck in his lungs. Dabi responds with non-committal hum, his eyes flicker away several times, like he’s searching for something else to stare at- like looking at Hawks makes him uncomfortable.

“Dabi.” Hawks repeats and this time it's more moan than anything else.

The noise seems to help shake Dabi out of the odd haze and his eyes lock down firmly onto Hawks. The muddled look is still swirling there, somewhere off to the side, but arousal seems to join its midst and dominate.

“Yeah.” He responds. “You feel good birdie?” Hawks coos in response and he’s so lost in the pleasure he doesn't even feel shame at it. Dabi smiles.

Hawks feels his legs being grabbed by Dabi’s free hand and then he’s carefully being lowered back down against the bed. Dabi follows down with him and once Hawks lays flatly against the fabric his hand releases his leg and comes up to support Dabi’s weight by Hawks head. He presses a firm kiss against the hero’s cheek- just underneath his eye- as a fourth finger starts to slowly wiggle inside. Hawks actually chokes on air and his back arches until he knocks against the hot body looming over him. Dabi whispers praise after praise into his ear and everything is just so much.

He can’t come though, his dick can barely catch any friction from where it’s standing against his stomach and the fingers in his ass are definitely avoiding his prostate at this point. Hawks feels the frustration start to bubble over “Fuck- Dabi!” He hisses, voice sounding shrill in an embarrassing mix of horny anger.

Dabi slows his fingers and Hawks thinks he might just bludgen the man with his fist until he fucks him properly- but then the man’s mouth forms the question Hawks has been waiting for.

“You think you’re ready?” It doesn’t take Hawks more than a fraction of a second to agree. His voice sounds shaky- more moan than word but it gets the point across.

Dabi breathes loudly at Hawks responding pleasure, his eyelashes flutter for a moment as he stares down. The fingers have stopped completely and now they start pulling out. Hawks can’t help the way his mouth forms around a noise of complaint. Dabi shushes him and cups his cheek, his thumb circles a patch of skin below Hawks eye absentmindedly, his free hand falling down to the lube, pouring out some more and then dragging a lazy hand against his pierced cock- dragging it out from his pants and boxers in the process. Dabi looks down at himself with a thoughtful look before he’s standing quickly and kicking off his pants and boxers, hand on his dick through it all. Soon he’s back by Hawks, lining up, a slight redness colors his cheek as he prepares.

Hawks lifts his head to try and see more. Wanting to watch.

It’s slow yet intense as Dabi pushes inside, sensation just on the right side of painful. Hawks does his best to keep his head angled and observe- even as he wants nothing more than to arch his back and press his head down. He really should’ve been used to it by now, the profound fullness of the initial push, but he’s not. God- he’s not.

He feels the bulbs of Dabi’s jacob’s ladder slowly slipping inside. Counts them to know how deep he is, how far there is to go. Watches the way Dabi’s face scrunches up as he bites around the silver metal in his lips. His eyes are pointed downwards, eyeing directly their point of contact. Once the third pair of bulbs slip inside Hawks gives up on holding his head up and falls back against the bed with a moan. He stares up at the roof over them and tries to get his breathing under control. The room feels way warmer than it had a minute before.

Hawks glances down again as the fourth- and last- pair of metal bulbs strains against his rim before plopping inside. He closes his eyes at the sensation, not bothering to hold back the small gasp. When he opened them again Dabi has aimed his weighted gaze away from their juncture and instead onto Hawks face.

This way the both of them observe the other as Dabi finally bottoms out. Balls pressing flush against skin.

Hawks feels warm all over, he hopes the redness hasn’t reached tomato-stage. Thinks he probably must look ridiculous flushed up like this. Dabi doesn't taunt him though, doesn’t even whisper a dirty joke like he’d maybe expected. Instead he watches- watches like a hunter.

Dabi likes watching, Hawks knows this. Even outside of the sex he’s constantly being followed and assessed by cynical blue. Constantly analysing, constantly criticizing.

Hawks doesn’t mind the gaze, he’s used to having eyes on him. Even before everything- before fame, before training. There were always eyes. Only difference is that with Dabi he has a chance at looking back. A chance of being actually seen.

Hawks sees Dabi. Sees the way his chest moves as he breathes slightly ragged. Sees the lustful gaze that somewhere down the line of this fucked-up, no-strings, situationship of theirs stopped looking at Hawks body and started lingering on his face.

Hawks can smell an odd murky almost earthy scent wafting upwards, his golden eyes search for the source and lands on one of the forearms caging in his head. There, he finds a small grey smoke hissing out from the cracked purple skin. He looks back towards Dabi, manages a small playful smirk despite his redness and aroused breathing.

“Excited?” Hawks teases, pushing his face closer to the arm until his cheek presses just below the smoking spot. Incredibly stupid- he’d later scold himself- but here and now the unnaturally hot skin only sends an aroused thrill down his spine.

Dabi grunt and rolls his hips into him once as a warning, Hawks exhales a gasp that quickly turns into a moan at the way the movement makes the piercings drag against his insides. The arm he pressed into quickly moves away from Hawks face, pushes down into the sheets a lot closer to his hips instead- it looks to be smoking slightly more now.

The arm on the other side of his head crowds a lot closer, nearing until it grabs hold of his shoulder and grips it like Dabi plans to use it as anchor. His hips start to slowly ease back away from Hawks before switching and pushing back in. Hawks breathes heavily and counts two sets of piercing finding their way in and out, in and out.

It’s slow and Hawks can’t help but cringe slightly at the feel of cold lube dripping down his ass, it’s an obscenely lewd feeling. Dabi leans down closer towards Hawks, stares at him as he continues the slow pattern of his hips. Hawks almost wants to preen under the attention.

Soon the speed picks up and the movement transforms from a slow rocking into steady thrusts. With every plunge forward Hawks can feel the other digging deeper, pushing faster. It’s a lot. His back arches off the bed, legs pressing tight against Dabi’s waist. “Hah- now look who’s excited.” Dabi rasps out between thrusts. Hawks shuts his eyes tightly to focus on biting away the whine threatening to spill

“Shut up.” He says clasping his claws onto Dabi and clutching him tight in waning. Dabi only chuckles and raises to rearrange their position “Don’t know if you’ve noticed, dove, but I’m not all that scared of scars.” He grabs hold of hawks thighs as he says it, presses them down hawks knees are flush against his chest. Dabi’s thrusting suddenly reaches impossibly deep, he spears straight into Hawks. Then he’s hitting his prostate, Hawks feels his wings shudder as the rest of him shakes in anticipation and pleasure.

His moans are loud and embarrassing everytime Dabi’s skin slaps against his. He tries to bury them into the scarred burn’s of the others neck but quickly give up and pushes Dabi’s head down to shout them into his mouth instead, Hawks licks feverishly into the other’s mouth and Dabi indulges, content with swallowing his obscene sound. The thrusting quickly changes from the sharp calculated angles into a patternless slamming. A particularly harsh thrust spears straight into Hawks prostate and he cries out, back starting to hurt from the angle of his arch.

“C’mon birdie.” Dabi murmured into Hawks ear, his voice is ragged and heavy- coaxing Hawks in a way that makes the tension in his abdomen finally squeeze up. Hawks taloned fingers claw desperately at the others back- leaving a sure mark. Dabi gasps with him as Hawks clenches down hard.

“Dabi. Oh Shit! Dabi-.. Dabi!” Hawks whines out between gasps. The name slips past like second nature, repeated almost in a mantra as the pleasure builds. Dabi grunts and the small but strained noise reveals his anticipation. Hawks comes with a shrill cry, eyes wide but unseeing as he screams his pleasure into Dabi’s chin. It’s so much. Fiery and powerful and hot.

Dabi’s forearms are smoking quite heavily, grey vapor dancing as it rises to join the cigarette cloud above. Hawks opens his eyes, unsure when he had closed them, and the two of them lock their gaze. Dabi’s eyes are a shining blue, brighter even than the flames he conjures. The air catches in Hawks throat as the orgasm continues to roll over in intensive waves. Dabi’s pace picks up, his hips stuttering forward frantically. Hawks moans become shared and before long the both of them are panting hot wet air into each other’s open lips. Hot come spills inside him.

Dabi’s movement slow as he fucks them through the shared pleasure. Hawks feels himself growing sensitive fast, breathing in a particularly quick breath as Dabi brushes up against him wrong.

There’s a sticky wet mess splattered against his chest, an ache in his back and a dull sting on his neck and shoulder. Though for now Hawks barely notices.

There’s a fuzzy satisfaction pulling at his skin. He’s exhausted and his limbs feel like jelly but he’s content with the knowledge it’s a good kind of tired. A tired he will wake from feeling actually rested.

Dabi’s still above him now, apparently spent himself. With some of the feverish heat dulled, Hawks can pick up on the way he’s breathing more clearly. His wings flutter involuntarily but Hawks wills them still. Wanting to just exist in the quiet afterglow without them constantly searching, analysing and cataloging.

Dabi is looking down at him. His arms have stopped smoking and Hawks almost lets out a drunk giggle as a hand softly cups his chin. Instead he just smiles and presses back into the touch, warm gold meets glittering cyan.

“Pretty bird.” Dabi whispers against his lips and for a moment Hawks thinks they’re going to kiss again but then something shifts in his eye and the murkiness from before returns. He pulls away and pulls out too. Hawks cringes slightly as Dabi’s limp dick slips out along with a healthy splash of come, the piercings feel hard and weird as they bump against his rim upon the retreat.

Dabi stands with a last lingering trace of his fingers against Hawks naked hipbone. The warmth it leaves behind has something dangerous tingling on his skin.

Dabi turns towards the bathroom, walks inside and Hawks hears the faucet turn on. A few seconds later a wet towel is being thrown at him- hitting his knee and lower leg and leaving a small wet spot where it slumps down onto the covers. “Clean up.” Dabi snarks, barely sparing him a glance before closing the bathroom door behind him. The shower turns on somewhere inside.

Hawks sighs as the last haziness leaves. He feels sweaty and gross.

His right hand trails down until it finds the wet rag strung over him. He drums his fingers over it in thought, uncaring for the way it leaves the pads of them slightly damp. Eventually he picks up the cloth to wipe up the worst of it.

Once finished his eyes dance over the room and catch on the frame of the bathroom door.

He should leave- No, he’s going to leave.

The wet rag squashes a little as his fist tightens slightly without meaning to. It’s a vulgar sound.

Hawks stands and walks naked towards the bathroom before he can think better of it. The door is unlocked and he presses inside and up towards the faucet without looking at the shower. He washes the distasteful substance of the fabric and goes over himself a second time. When he’s satisfied with that he cleans off the towel a final time and leaves it hanging over the faucet pipe.

He looks up at the mirror in front of him, the heat of Dabi’s shower has fogged it up slightly but it’s not been long enough for it to be even near fully covered. Hawks raises his hand to wipe at it all the same though, stares himself down in the mirror and wonders vaguely where Hawks ends and Keigo begins. Maybe they’re one in the same, maybe he should stop making excuses for his own shitty self.

His gaze wanders over the surface of the mirror towards the corner of the room where the fogged glass doors and shower is. Blue eyes meet him through the reflection and Hawks realizes Dabi must have been watching him.

The both of them remain silent, the splattered pitter patter of the water against Dabi’s shoulders and back the only real sound filling the space. It’s somewhat comforting- despite it all.

Hawks is the first to break away, blinking and turning to step back out towards the bedroom. “Leaving now.” he mutters as casually as he can manage. He doesn’t give much room for a reply before the bathroom door shuts behind him.

After that he quickly drags on only the bare essentials of clothing to acceptably be able to walk outside- a pair of pants and a shirt- keeping the rest of his hero outfit, his underwear and his socks wrapped up in burrito by his fuzzy jacket.

The shower is still on when he steps out of the room. He makes an effort to remain as collected and indifferent as humanly possible as walks out in the corridor. When he finally reaches the shared shower rooms he sprays himself down properly and scrubs til his skin is red.

He borrows a lone body wash that has been abandoned in one of the shower stalls, lathers himself in it with thoughtless leisure. It smells like cheap synthetic vanilla but it gets the job done. Hawks sends off a feather to snag him a towel and while he waits he closes his eyes and bows his head under the beam of the shower. His hair hangs over his eyes as water pours off it continuously. His wings angle slightly awkwardly to avoid most of the spray.

He would have liked to preen them, but for now, of course- same as always;

Duty calls.
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Three weeks later.

The mission is a success.

“-and the villain formerly known as Dabi has now, via DNA testing, been officially identified as Touya Todoki, eldest son of Endeavour. Along with accusations of child-abuse, neglect and quirk eugenics aimed at his father Touya also exposed Hawks, or Takami Keigo as he’s been named, as the son of a thief turned murderer. Touya Todoroki released damning video footage featuring the once beloved hero killing a fleeing man, making us question the nature of his character. The murdered man has been identified as Twice, real name Jin Bubaigawara, and as a result of act the fans from all over are left confused and upset-”

Almost all the major, and certainly the most dangerous, actors within the People Liberation Front are neutralized and arrested.

“-press conference where Pro hero’s Best Jeanist, Endeavour and Hawks can be seen publicly apologizing for the recent events and the details that came to light following the raid of the PLF and league base-”

The secret location at the hospital is ransacked and the doctor is apprehended.

“-Hawks father, identified as Kaede Takami, is currently serving life for the brutal murder of a young woman. Upon requests for interviews the man has refused but when asked to comment the situation regarding his son he responded with a written reply reading simply “boy ain’t my son” with this comment speculations regarding the relationship between Mr. Takami and his son are rising and-”

The development of several high-end nomus is interrupted and though major injuries are sustained by the hero’s on scene, they are subdued and captured.

“-as has been explained before the death of Jin Bubaigawara was an unfortunate but necessary turn of events, we here at the HSPC are of course incredibly sorry for the tragic loss of life but the man was simply so dangerous that eventual lethal methods were approved as a last resort with interest towards the greater good-”

Twice is neutralized.

“-unsurety as criminal rates are sky-rocketing in several areas, trust in hero’s seem to have taking a major hit-”

It’s a success.

“-fans questioning the abilities of Pro Hero Hawks following the severe burn injuries and the accompanied loss of his wings, as of yet no confirmation has been made weather the man will be able to return to duty or be forced into early retirement-”

It’s a success and nothing else matters.

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The smell of smoke is as thick as it is familiar. He breathes it in deep, enjoys the way it burns his throat and eats at his lungs. Exhales it heavily, almost mournful at the loss.

Dabi is surrounded by gorgeous blue, burning bright and hot, slowly tearing away at the wood of the ragged shack he stands in.

It took longer than expected to track down Skeptic, he supposed if the man was good at anything it was hiding. But still he’d found him all the same and now he could finally do what he’d wanted to since those idiotic videos were first published.

Something cracked and popped to his side; a melting computer, a fizzling screen. It didn't matter what it was, all that mattered was that tonight it would burn.

Skeptic had let Dabi in, reluctant but still somewhat curious, too sure Dabi wouldn’t cause any actual harm. At first sight of the flames though he had turned and ran, had tried to grab hold of a laptop and a suitcase of some kind but Dabi had smashed those to the ground and boiled them with heat til he saw the metal start to drip. Skeptic had scrambled away terrified after that, too much of a coward to stick around. Dabi made no effort to follow. Didn’t care enough for a goose chase.

The suitcase was scorched heavily and melted slightly at the top but it still looked mostly functional. Dabi kicked it hard at the lock and instantly it flew open. Inside was a mess of metal, memory cards and wires. It looked like some gigantic harddrive, separate from the other various computers and laptops laying around the place. Dabi raised his right hand and melted it to a puddle.

His mind was strangely quiet as he worked. It always felt good to blow off steam and just blaze for a little while- the nerve endings on his scarred limbs had long ago burned away and dulled. He didn’t really feel the flames like he had before. He didn’t really feel anything now.

Except the anger of course, the only thing reminding him he still is someone. The only thing fueling the walking corpse he was.

Dabi had danced and laughed as his father fell. As he was exposed and ruined for all the world to see. It was glorious and intoxicating, it was revolutionary- it was everything he could’ve imagined.

His raging inferno had ravaged and wounded all in its way, tearing at the very fabric keeping their idiotic society together. Burning and killing and scarring.

But now it was over and something shook in his bones at the thought. No. He wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t finished until he watched Endeavour take his last breath, until he’d ground him down into ashes beneath his foot.

Unwillingly, an image projects in the back of his head; Blond hair rubbed brown by filth and blood, red feathers swallowed by unforgiving blue. Eyes, golden and wide, waiting- almost accepting. The vile stench of burning flesh.

Flames erupts from Dabi’s arms. A burning plank falls from the roof and lands to his right, he doesn’t notice. The heat surrounding him is too much. He can’t feel it too well but he knew it hurts. His skin is boiling beneth the flames, he can’t breathe properly.

Eyes. Golden eyes. He tries to kill the image but can’t. Something aches deep behind his ribs.

Instead he squeezed his eyelids together and pictures Twice. Lets the rage wash over him once more, feels the justification, the explanation, seep through his bones. He hisses a bitter sigh as the hatred overtakes and suffocates anything else daring to flutter through.

When he opened his eyes to look around again he realizes the house around him is falling apart, he needed to get out before the roof caves.

Dabi does a last lap around the small hut, burning and kicking at the humps of metal scattered across the space.

He wanted it gone. All of it. Every last fucking trace was going to melt and crack and pop until the data contained was lost forever.

He had never been much for sharing.

Dabi inhales a last deep breath of the grey cloud and the presence of it is so heavy that he tastes ash on his tongue. He turns heel and steps out into the cold night air- walking seemingly aimlessly out into the woods. Nothing but glowing embers and melted, useless metal are left in his wake.

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TOKYO NEWS AND BROADCASTING (TNB)

HPSC-President and 13 others found dead after attack on Tokyo Headquarters - JUST NOW
18:49. 13/10 - 23

The reigning president of the Hero Public Safety Commission, Sumida Yori, 63, has been killed in an attack upon the organisation's tokyo-based office. Mrs. Yori, along with 13 other commission workers were found dead at the scene, police were called and an investigation is currently pending. Current knowledge on the attack and potential suspects is limited, more information will be released as situation unfolds.

Villain Re-Destro and quirk of former villain Twice confirmed to have caused the death of HPSC President and workers.
23:33. 23/10 - 23

The duplication quirk of former villain Twice has been confirmed by officials to have played part in the death of Sumida Yori and the 13 other workers. Video evidence was found showing the duplication of the villain known as Re-Destro murdering the fourteen individuals on scene. Leaving all dead before abruptly melting away.

SCANDAL - HPSCs work to be frozen as Investigation discovered severe corruption and abuse of power within organisation.
12:04. 11/6 - 24

Following the investigation of Mrs. Sumida Yori and the 13 other workers murdered police discovered several red flags within the inner workings of the corporation, as a result a secondary investigation was launched in december last year. Not much information has been revealed yet but the Chief of police, Kenji Tsuragamae, has just confirmed several sectors of the organisation will be put on hold as evidence of “severe corruption” and “abuse of power” has been discovered. Mr Tsuragamae apologizes for all the systems and functions rendered inaccessible or slow as a result but kindly asks Heroes and other individuals within heroism-professions to be patient for the time being. The chief thanks everyone for their compliance and understanding.

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“Hawks! Hawks!” A shaky live feed captures a woman with a microphone quickly approaching a man with small red wings. There is visible bruising on his face and a gnarly burn scar marring his cheek and spreading out towards his back. “Do you have any comments regarding the situation with the Hero Public Safety Commission?!” The woman questions hastily, pressing the microphone in the hero’s face. Hawks glances down at the microphone and then at the camera- he doesn’t smile like usual.

When no answer is provided the woman rips the microphone back towards her mouth and questions him again “Hawks, The Hero Public Safety Commission is facing accusations of severe economical insufficiencies involving charges of wage theft, money laundering, forgery and racketeering. Were you aware of this corruption within the organisation? Do you have any thoughts or comments regarding this?” The woman briskly presses the mic towards the hero again. The soft protective pelt surrounding it accidently presses into his yellow visor for a moment before the woman rights it back down to hover closely at the other’s mouth.

The woman’s eyes are expectant as they look at the slightly taller hero. The man purses his lips at her, as if in deep thought. He still hasn’t said anything.

“Sorry Miss.” He says eventually. Hawks face softens apologetically with the words. Notably the look is completely aimed at the woman, barely visible for the camera.

“Not today” he concludes, throwing a gaze at someplace above the lens- he nods at whoever he finds there.

Then, without another word, Hawks flies off into the sky. The reporter gape at his uncharacteristic leave.

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@hirschiso_pro
Hey, what if hawks lover-footage-scandal was connected to this undercover mission he was apparently involved in at the time?
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Responding to @hirschiso_pro
Nah, I doubt it.
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