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"Sick to my stomach,

I cant stand the thought of you seeing me for who i truly am."

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Hawks flapped his wings. They felt wobbly, but much stronger. He let out a sigh of relief.

Although they were far from fully healed, it was still an improvement.

He felt an odd sense of achievement, although he hadn't really done anything.

Hawks checked his fridge, realizing he needed to go get some groceries.

It was fairly late, but some shops were still open and he didn't need all too much in the first place. After all, how much food can a single guy living on his own eat, even if he was a hero(which he'd admit, the whole athletic part of it all really didn't give him that much bigger of an appetite.)

He grabbed a thin jacket, carefully putting it on around his wings and walking outside.
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Dabi adjusted his hood, manhandling the bag of food he was carrying. Dabi scowled as a few boxes fell out. He grumbled moodily as he picked them up and tossed them back into the bag.

It was a long walk back to the LOV, and of course he had to be the one to get the food.

"To make sure you don't ruin your liver" Kurogiri said. Dabi thought it was stupid, how he was still on that. Like he'd let him profit off his organs.

He stopped in a quiet corner of the street, slinking over into a narrow alley and placing the food down.

He grabbed a cigarette, placing it to his lip and lighting the tips of his fingers just enough to light the end.

He figured the League didn't want him back in a hurry, but even if they did he couldn't give less of a shit.

Although the last thing he wanted to hear was the voice he knew a little too well, saying his name.

"..Touya?"

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