Smile For The Camera ~ Dabi x Hawks💙🧡

Open Arms

POV DABI

"What the hell happened?!" Shigaraki booms as I burst through the front door. The door smacks against the wall, knocking over a coat rack. Himiko, who's on the bottom stair leading up the second floor, squeaks and glares at me. The coat rack knocked over her block tower. "Where's your hero friend?"

"Shut the fuck up," I growl. "Not in the mood to fight with your dumb ass right now, Shigaraki."

"Don't be a brat, Nugget," Himiko says, standing to her feet with a pout. She kicks the blocks out of her path and wraps her arms around my torso. "What's wrong? Did the birdie do something bad?"

I push Himiko roughly, making her fall back and trip on one of the blocks. She freezes up on the floor, staring at me like I'm a monster. She starts to tremble, but before the tears spill out of her eyes, her expression neutralizes. Her golden eyes dull, and the muscles in her face relax. She stands up and walks out the door. Shiggy just scoffs at me, pulling on his gloves as he chases after her.

"What's all the noise for?" Compress asks, rushing down the stairs. "Am I missing a show?"

"It's nothing," I grunt in response. Compress stares at me, not believing a thing. I sigh, pressing my hands to each side of my head. There's a dull ache in the center of my brain, and I don't think I have enough alcohol to nullify it. "Got any bourbon?"

"Don't let him drink," Spinner jumps in, pulling on his weird scarf thing. He heads to the door, stopping to pick up the coat rack. "I suggest you keep an eye on Twice to make sure he doesn't have another nightmare while I go out and get Shigaraki and Toga. Kurogiri can handle Dabi the best."

"Nobody is 'handling' me!" I scream at the lizard bastard. "What do you think I am, a hormonal, mentally ill teenager?! I'm fucking fine! I can take care of myself!" Compress and Spinner exchange a glance I can't decipher, making the rage in me intensify. I need somebody to blame, somebody that isn't me because I know if I take this anger out on myself, I won't be alive to see the results. My fists are flaming with a blue inferno, and my vision is a blurry red color. Mr. Compress heads back to Twice's room while Spinner exits the base. I stand frozen in my spot, a scream building up in the back of my throat.

"Dabi," Kurogiri says softly. The sound of my heart thumping fights with Kurogiri's voice, but I manage to separate them, hearing them both. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm fine," I choke out. But I can feel my legs buckling beneath me. Keigo really betrayed me, and I'm really taking it out on the people I care about most. How am I any better than Enji? I hate the pain that I'm feeling, but I know I deserve every last drop of it.

But jesus fucking christ, it hurts.

I let a few days roll by. I don't know what I'm doing, if I'm doing anything at all. The news is talking about Keigo, saying he's been missing for three days. They're trying to blame the league, but it wasn't us. Quite frankly, I don't care who it was. Just another scumbag off the planet. Anti-pollution, per se.

I haven't left my room in three days, either. I haven't eaten or slept. My body feels like it's decaying– well, it is, but it feels like it's decaying more rapidly. And it smells awful. I'm in the middle of counting my stables when there's a soft knock on my door. It creaks open, but I don't bother to look. "Touya," Kurogiri says, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. "You haven't left your room in days, and your face is covered in blood. I think it's time you talk about what's happening."

I roll my eyes. "There's no avoiding it now, I guess." He pulls my desk chair out to sit down while I roll over on my bed with a bottle of bourbon I stole from Spinner. I take long sips while Kurogiri cleans the blood under my eyes. "Don't you think it's fucked up," I say, throwing the almost empty bottle to the side, "that you're the best parental figure I've ever had?"