Keishi-Chan (DabiHawks fanfic)

Chapter 1

Hawks' POV

Ugh. I fucking hate patrol when I'm by myself. Nobody to keep my mind occupied. I'm left alone, except for the dark thoughts, the ones that make you feel like you're not good enough.

Anyways.

It was near the end of my patrol, when I noticed a blue glow in an alleyway. Huh. I decided to investigate, to be safe. "What's going on here?" I asked. There was a black haired male with his back to me, hunched over a blue fire. Blue fire... one of those League of Villains douchebags has a blue fire quirk.

"Mind your own business, Hero," the male scoffed in a low, rough voice that I couldn't deny sent a shiver down my spine in a very gay way.

"That just makes me more concerned," I said. "Stand up and turn around slowly, then answer the goddamn question." The male stood up and faced me, revealing scars covering most of his visible body. "You're under arrest, Dabi. It is Dabi, right?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I was pinned to the wall to my left. "Little birdies like yourself should be careful about letting your guard down," Dabi snarled.

"Who said my guard was down?" I asked, raising the feather in my hand. "I will cut you if you don't let me go." I couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the way the villain had me pinned.

"I don't think you really want me to let go, birdie," Dabi said. "I think you want me to move closer." I huffed, raising the feather to his neck.

"Maybe if you weren't a villain," I said. "But you are, so playtime's over." Dabi put his hand on the feather, and used his quirk. I dropped it, startled by the sheer temperature of the flame.

"Not so fast, birdie," Dabi said with a smirk. "You're cute, if not for that cocky attitude. Cute enough to let you live, I suppose."

"Oh come off it, man. I'm the number two hero, I can handle myself," I said, trying to keep myself calm to avoid blushing.

"If I recall, that's a very new position," Dabi said.

"Does it matter? Being up there means I'm capable," I said.

"But it's no number one," Dabi remarked. I shrugged.

"I never asked for the title, fame, or money, just to be a capable hero," I replied. Dabi hummed.

"You're lucky I like you," he said. He pulled back. "Next time you might not be so lucky." I moved to take him in, only to leap back when a wall of blue flame erupted. "Until next time, birdie!"

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Rumi (Mirko) snorted. "You're kidding. A flirty villain is how you lost your feather?"

"Oh stuff it," I retorted, pouting. I'd had to walk back to our shared apartment because my wings were off balance without my other large feather.

"Was he at least a sexy flirty villain?" Rumi asked with a grin.

"Usagiyama Rumi, you really need to sort out your priorities," I said. "But yes, he was hot." I'm pretty sure my face was beet red. Rumi squealed. "Oh shut up, you Lesbitch!"

"Go suck your new boyfriend's dick," Rumi retorted. I flipped her off.

"I'll move out," I threatened. Me and Rumi could easily afford our own places, but chose to live together due to driving ourselves crazy with nobody to live with.

"Bitch, you better not," Rumi said. She stood up, her already tiny shorts riding up her thighs.

"Oh go ahead, show off your 'killer' legs," I scoffed. "You've still got nothing on this bird."

"Oh stuff it, you bottom," Rumi said. I puffed out my cheeks just a little.

"Asshole," I griped. "Either way, I've got about a week before I'm any good on patrols, so I'll do the food."

"No fucking way, you're a horrible cook," Rumi said. I laughed. "I'm serious, bird brain!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say, babe." That's a thing. No hetero though.

Rumi laughed. "You screwed up instant noodles. It's called instant for a reason."
I huffed, grabbing a chocolate bar, only to have it snatched out of my hands. I scoffed. "It's late and I know for a fact that you're tired. You do not need sugar, you need sleep. Now go to bed."

"Yes mom," I said with an eye roll and a smile. Rumi was one of the few people who knew how much this job affects me. How having very little free time and an out of wack sleep schedule from being needed at all hours of the night screws with my mind. How not being able to save everyone makes me feel like bird shit instead of a bird man.

I waved good night, then retreated to my bedroom. I nit picked my feathers to make sure they were all in the right place and nice and clean- I know it's technically grooming but I refuse to call it that- before curling up in my bed and letting myself fall asleep.