Smile For The Camera ~ Dabi x Hawks💙🧡

The Most Love

POV DABI

"Why don't you just kill me already?" I choke out. I was going for a sarcastic laugh, but there's so much blood in the back of my throat, it's more of a suffocated struggle to breathe. Ito, my lovely prison guard, swings his wooden bat forward and rests it on one of his broad shoulders.

"What? Tired of me already?" Ito taunts. "I'm having quite a lot of fun bashing your rib cage in. Don't leave before the party's over, Touya."

"You're sick," I say, letting out a laugh. "God, you're one sick fuck! What're you waiting for, Ito? Let it all out! Hit me in the fucking head! Break my skull! You scared or something? KILL ME, YOU BASTARD!"

Ito grinds his jaw, swinging his bat full force. The blow cracks my ribs even more, and I can feel the blood shooting up my throat. I spit out chunks of it, with a little bit of acidic vomit, too. Ito's not gonna kill me. That's why he stopped using that goddamn stinger. He's having too much fun using me as a punching bag. But that's fine. It's not anything I'm not used to. I'm just glad nobody else has to see it. "You deserve this," Ito growls. "Slow and painful. You're a little bitch, Dabi. A little bitch who runs away from his problems."

"Heh, I think y-you're projecting, Ito," I say between fits of coughing. "Is your wife... being a l-little mean, buddy? Kids acting up?"

Another swing of the bat. The cracking of my ribs is so loud, it almost overpowers the violent pumping of my blood. I belt out a scream, cursing as loud as my broken body allows me to. "You better keep your fucking mouth shut," Ito hisses. "Know your place."

I shake my head, making a sound that's somewhere between a laugh and a gasp for breath. I'm quiet afterwards, though, and I don't speak again. It's long enough for Ito to set his bat down and leave the room, allowing me to exhale and spit out the rest of the blood and vomit in my mouth. As much as I love to push this stupid motherfucker to his emotional limits, it's at the expense of my own physical health. I need to be conscious enough to find a way out of here, so I make the mental note to stop instigating.

Okay, brainstorming time. First, I need the cancellation cuffs off... how in the fuckity-fuck am I going to manage that?

I sigh, relaxing my tense muscles. I'm going to be executed tomorrow. Should I even put up a fight? I don't know. I'm worried about Keigo. I wonder if his wings have grown back yet, if he's flying and laughing and running his fingers through the clouds. Maybe he left the country entirely, flying over the sea and chasing the sunset, proud of himself for finally making his own choice. I'm proud of him, too.

Unless he's dead. Unless Enji's hunters got a hold of him. Unless his feathers were burned to ashes again, and his body was thrown around and starved and re-used like a fucking cum-sock.

The thought makes me sick. After vomiting again and coughing up what feels like gallons of blood, my body slumps into unconsciousness. I just need to rest. I need to give up.

POV KEIGO

Mic explained the entire plan to me as he parked, and I listened with every fiber in my being. He handles the security, and thank god for that considering what happened the last time I was told to disarm something. My job is to find Touya and get him out of here, and unfortunately (but realistically) it's a race against the clock. With most of my feathers back, I can fly again, but the recovering burns still hurt quite a bit. I can only be in the air for a little bit before I need a break to catch my breath. As I slide out of the car, I give my feathers a little pep-talk. "You got this, guys," I say, flapping my wings a bit. "We waited for this, didn't we? It's time to save our hubby."

"You're the weirdest bird," Mic chuckles. "Alright, remember the plan. Wait for the lights to go out. That means all the power is out, and you're good to go. Avoid combat, rely on your stealth and speed. You have three minutes before the power is back on."