Sakkaku | a dabixhawks fic.

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Eyes like sunrise

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A few days passed and despite his lacking sympathy towards the hero, Dabi now heard the clang of the 100-yen coin, dropping into the depths of the callbox. The villain dialed the handwritten numbers, scribbled on the crinkled sheet of paper which he took out of his pocket. A weak, flickering light shone upon him.

The paper's edges were soaked by a dark brown and of irregular shape. There was a burnt scent sticking to it.

Dabi muttered the numbers quietly as he pressed the buttons accordingly. Then he picked up the grey receiver.
A few seconds passed.

"I'm eating chicken nuggets, call me later or leave a message!"

Dabi grunted and dashed the receiver on the phone body. He inhaled deeply, exhaled, and threw another coin into the thin slit, took the receiver, held it against his ear.

Silence, interrupted by a low-pitched beeping sound every few seconds.

Then, a yawn and a raucous voice.

"Sorry, I clicked the wrong button ... who's there?"

I wasted 200 yen on you -- Dabi felt the heat rushing into his hands and interrupted his thoughts.
It wasn't the right moment to be angry.

The villain's voice was vacuous as ever.

"I got a job for you, turkey."

"Ah, it's you. Now, what's so important that you have to call me at ... four in the morning?"

"Meet me in front of Whiskey n' Balls. I'll see you in a half-hour."

"Wai-"

Dabi hung up.

He put the receiver back on the phone body and left the callbox. The villain's ocean eyes focused on the huge LED lights forming the bright pink font; Whiskey n' Balls.

His iris reflected the neon light perfectly, nearly blending into a soft purple.

A sharp pain pulled through them as he stared right into it by accident.

The villain looked away. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he crossed the street with his hand tucked in his pockets, and leaned against the crumbling frontage of the sordid nightclub.

Dabi fished a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and held it in front of his face, embraced the simple, rose design and the shiny white font, reflecting the neon light.

He took a thin cigarette, wrapped up in white paper and clipped it between his lips, fixing it softly with his teeth.
The villain raised his finger, held it below the butt.

A thin, blue flame flared, the tip smoldered.

Dabi inhaled, the hot smoke filled his lungs. As he exhaled he felt the pressure in his head easing. For a moment, he forgot about the headache caused by the turkey.

At this very second, Dabi was just a piece of fried meat that needn't worry about fake heroes, the burns, and stitches. The walls of red flames, representing his crushed fantasy.

A sharp pain pulled through the villain's eyebags as he felt his mind running out of control.

Not again.

The man led his trembling hand to his mouth. His chest got heavier as he inhaled sharply, longing for air. Dabi's lungs were filled with smoke, he tried to ignore the voices, making his head feel like it'd explode. His throat got tied up, the villain exhaled as the distinct chatter from the club seemed to get closer.

Stop!

The man gulped, inhaled the smoke one last time before he released the cigarette. It hit the asphalt.

Dabi's sight blurred as he covered his ears.

His arms hurt, the burns tore open again as a man, covered in flames appeared in front of him.

"You're too weak to become a hero!"

His body tore apart again.

"Stop!" he nearly yelled.

A few passengers gave him a strange look.

"Are you okay?" a sudden voice asked.

Dabi gasped, torn from his thoughts as he looked up.

Flames.

The villain's eyelashes fluttered, his vision got clearer.

There were no flames but a pair of crimson wings, just like hazel eyes giving him a worried look.

At least that's what his facade showed.

The hero reached his hand out.

Dabi hadn't realized that he had collapsed to his knees.

"It's nothing," the black-haired responded in a monotonic way.

His voice was trembling which made Hawks raise an eyebrow.

What could've made him lose his composure like that?

Dabi denied the hero's hand, supported himself, and got up again.

He suppressed the thoughts that tried to take over his mind again, focused on the reflection in Hawk's eyes. They looked like a sunrise.

The thoughts stopped for a second as Dabi felt a heavy feeling inside his guts.

Can you please shut the fuck up?!

He gulped again.

"So... why am I here? It isn't like a gay bar is a place to make villainous plans."