Resurrected & Reignited (Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader) [REUPLOAD]

Part III: Heard You Can Fly

“Hey.” Hawks turned to face you, a broad grin plastered on his face.
“Been a while.”
You stared back at him, eyes wide as your lips curled into a smile. “Keigo.” His name escaped you almost breathily. Your body seemed to move on its own as you stepped forward to embrace him. He laughed and returned the sentiment wholeheartedly, wrapping you in his arms and giving you a tight squeeze. You rested your chin on the shoulder of his tan jacket. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of your eyes and you swore you could’ve stayed like that forever. “It’s good to see you, Crash.”
“God, I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that stupid nickname.” You admitted as you pulled away. “These things sure have gotten big.” You looked over his wings, noting that they nearly reached the floor.
He chuckled. “You don’t look too bad yourself. I’m diggin’ the costume.” Your eyes shone with glee as you looked down at your outfit.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how long it took for them to finally let me have one.” You groaned. “It may need some tweaking, but I think it’s pretty great for a first design.”
Keigo looked puzzled. “Huh? Why wouldn’t they give you a hero costume? Wasn’t the whole point of sending you over there to complete your training?”
“Oh, I’m… not exactly a hero.” In truth, you had always wanted to be, even before you joined the program. You weren’t entirely sure when or exactly why, but after a particularly explosive incident in the middle of the Atlantic, a decision was made for you, and you were designated special ops. “I take missions as they come, but I’m not licensed as an official hero.” You looked away from him and rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly.
Keigo seemed a bit confused but didn’t pry any further. “I knew they were bringing in reinforcements, but I didn’t think they meant you! Heard a few days ago who was coming. I honestly almost didn’t believe it.”
The apprehension you felt before began to melt away, giving rise to a level of delight you hadn’t known for what seemed like forever. “Gosh, well, yeah- here I am!” You stumbled over your words. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to catch up on, but right now, there was some information you needed to get. “Listen…” You began shyly. “If you don’t mind, do you think you could repeat some of the info they told us just now? I was a bit… distracted.”
“Oh? Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t think I had that kind of effect on you.” He wiggled an eyebrow up and down as he smirked. You rolled your eyes, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
“You know damn well that’s not what I meant, Bird Brain.”
Keigo laughed jovially, rubbing his arm where your fist landed. “Alright, alright. What do you need to know?”
“Oh, y’know, only the first like… seventy-five percent of it.” You chuckled nervously.
Keigo brought his palm to his forehead. “Seriously?! I think ‘distracted’ might’ve been a bit of an understatement. Is there anything you remember?” He asked teasingly.
“Heh- suspect appearances, but I suppose that was about it.”
You started with the first suspect shown and worked your way down the list, silently thanking the retentive memory skills that had been drilled into you. Though he laughed at the silly names you had given them, Keigo happily gave you info on each one.
The first man’s name was Tomura Shigaraki: a young man with a horrifying ability that allowed him to turn anything to dust when he touched it with all five of his fingers.
The second guy was called Kurogiri. His quirk allowed for the teleportation of himself and others, so long as he knew the location’s coordinates. “With a power like that, it may not be surprising to hear that he hasn’t been spotted in a while. We’re worried about losing his trail.” Keigo added.
Next up: Shuichi Iguchi. “He likes knives.” Toga Himiko “She also likes knives. Uses ‘em to get blood to transform.” Twice. “Makes fully functioning clones of the others.”
“That sounds like a lot of knives.” You joked. Your mind ran back to the scarred man. His unsettling image seemed to be engraved into your psyche. “And the dude with all the burns?”
“What, no funny label?” Keigo quipped. You didn’t answer, choosing instead to stare at the floor. Thankfully, your friend wasn’t blind. He knew how to read people and you were undoubtedly uncomfortable. “His name’s Dabi.”
“Dabi?” You shot your head back up, eyebrow raised and head cocked in confusion. What kind of name was that? “Ah, I get it. His parents didn’t love him, so he turned to a life of villainy. So sad.” You shook your head insincerely. Joking around like this, especially when it came to serious situations, always helped lift your spirits.
Keigo smiled seeing you become more comfortable. “We’re pretty sure it’s an alias. Suits him, though. He’s got-”
The sound of the door opening cut him off. Stiller stepped into the room.
“Okay, (H/N)...” He said as he approached. “You should like this. You’ll be working as a hero while we’re here. No specifics, but they need to establish a bigger presence on the street. It’ll be reassuring for the community to see a fresh face. Especially a strong one.”
‘Great.’ You thought. ‘‘Reassuring.’ That means building a relationship with the public.’ People were not exactly your strong suit. Speed, power, discretion. These were your top skills. Interpersonal interaction was considered a necessity by the Commission, but not so much by the US military. That wasn’t the only issue, though.
“Sir, I don’t have a-”
“The Commission has issued you a temporary Hero License. You may use your quirk for hero work anywhere in Japan. If you’re lucky, perhaps they’ll consider making it permanent.” His tone suggested that that was something you should be excited about. “Permanent?” Did that mean you’d get to stay here if you proved yourself useful enough as a hero? You weren’t even sure if that was something the Commission, or even Stiller for that matter, had any control of. But it was a chance.
“You’ll be staying with the Commission. They already have your room set up. One more thing:” Stiller extended something to you. “They thought it would be best if you had one.” You looked down in disbelief. In his hand was a black touchscreen cellphone. "Your license is displayed on the back, so don't lose it." He instructed. You took it from him immediately, taking care not to seem too eager. You had never been given a phone before. Stiller deemed it unnecessary. Of course, you had tried to barter with him for one as a teenager, but to no avail. Besides, your watch already gave him most of the information he needed, so what need would you have for a cell phone? You did well hiding your internal giddiness. “It’ll make it much easier for us to communicate.” You smiled.
Stiller grunted. “Yes, well, we’d better-” He paused as if realizing his rudeness and turned to the honey blonde beside you. “Ah, Hawks. It’s good to see you again. You’ve grown. I hear you’ve done quite well for yourself, too.” Keigo gave the bald man a grin. “It’s nice to see you too, sir. Glad to know you’re doing well.”
Stiller hummed as he looked between the two of you. A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, and a smile you rarely saw formed on his face. “(H/N), why don’t you shadow Hawks for the day. Learn what you can about being a hero from him.” He looked back at your friend. “That is, of course, if it’s alright with you.”
Keigo beamed. “Sounds good. I’ll teach them everything they need to know.”
“Good.” Stiller replied as he turned back to the door. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Will do!” Keigo blurted before you could say anything. The door softly clicked shut as Stiller exited, but you waited a few seconds before you spoke up.
“You know Stiller?” You curiously raised an eyebrow.
“Never seen him before in my life.” Keigo replied with a smile. You cackled at the fake courtesy he had shown your caretaker.
Once he was sure Stiller had made his way out of the hall, he stepped towards the door. “Hey, you hungry? I know a great spot to grab some grub.”