I woke up with Hawks still on top of me. He starred at me. "What?" I asked. "Your fucking quirk hurts like a bitch, you know that?" "No fucking duh I know that. What are you talking about?" He got up and spun with his arms up. There were little finger prints burnt into his skin all over his torso. I sighed. "Sorry about that." I started to think about last nights dream and what would have triggered that. My face must have looked puzzled, because he asked me what was up. "I've had some pretty horrific dreams, especially after a trip like last night. But I don't ever recall my quirk activating in my sleep." "Well, apparently it did because I was woken up frequently. It felt like you were putting out a damn cigarette on my skin. Except there were 10, all at once. I'm surprised you didn't wake up, because I was pretty loud when it happened." "Well, I really appreciate your help. Like a lot. But there's a lot of things that are just now appearing. My fuckin' body thinks that now that it has help, it can do a lot more damage than usual." Hawks looked at me with a big smile on his face. Like I was a child or something. "What?" "You're comfortable around me." "I AM NOT." He went to give me a hug. I pushed him away. He forced me into a hug and started kissing my face. All of a sudden, I smelled something burning. Hawks pulled away and watched as his wings burnt off. He grabbed the blanket underneath him and gritted his teeth. I watched in horror. "Fuck, kid. That's going to take a few days to re-grow. You're lucky that your dad has already done this shit to me several times or I would not have handled that so well." I looked down and got up. "Sorry." I paused. "I need a minute." I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I put my back against the door and slid down, holding my head.
