Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

2: League of Villains

These days, you spent most of the bright hours sleeping, and most of the nights slinking around the darker parts of the city.

Your contact with the Commission was non-existent for the time being. Neither they — or you — could risk any kind of meeting now that you'd revealed yourself to Dabi. It would be easier for you to gain his trust than Hawks, and perhaps that was all part of the Commissions grand plan. If Hawks faltered, it only made you look all the better of a candidate to Dabi and the League. To them, you had no known involvement with heroes. No heroic deeds under your belt that made you more difficult to trust.

You liked to think you were still a hero, in some way. Part of you envied that about Hawks. He got to stand out in the spotlight, adored by the world while you hid amongst the shadows. The same upbringing and task, yet you'd never receive any kind of recognition for it. Like you were a shadow of him — the perfect hero.

When you were younger, you'd dreamt of joining UA. Though you had no flashy quirk, you were determined to be a hero, following in the footsteps of those somewhat like you. Like Eraser Head. As you got older, trained harder, became the perfect covert agent, you knew that dream would never come to fruition. You didn't hate what the Commission turned you into, your role was just as necessary as theirs, but you longed to step into the light one day. To show the world that you were there.

The outcome of your current mission would eventually lead you to become known to the world, you were sure of it. Maybe then you could stand by his side, instead of in his shadow.

A pretty dream.

Everything was changing, for better and for worse. No-one was safe from what was to come, and you had no doubt whoever came to stand against the evil in the world would earn the right to be called a hero. Even the youngest of UA were fighting for what they believed in with their lives.

Removing yourself from your thoughts, you shimmied into your hooded catsuit, determined to continue your mission to whatever end.

Dabi was challenging you, and you loved a challenge.

No longer trying to make yourself inconspicuous, you strapped two long knives to the outside of each of your thighs. Along with those in your boots, and the two small throwing knives concealed in your sleeves, that made six. You opted to leave your guns behind, preferring blades for the evening before you.

What the patchwork villain didn't know is that you'd already been tailing him for weeks, and you had a good idea where their hideout was located, at least down to the general area. There was no room for doubt, for error. This was what you were good at. This was what you'd been trained for.

The Commission wanted information on what the League was planning, down to every last detail. They weren't interested in removing them just yet. It had to be seamless. No loose ends and lack of proper information before the heroes made their move.

When you left your apartment, the sun was long set. Tonight was warmer than it had been the night before, though the cold rarely bothered you as you disappeared into the darkness, using the rooftops to travel between different parts of the city with relative ease.

You found yourself wondering if Hawks had made contact with the League yet, though you doubted he'd found an easy in just yet. You wanted to solidify your place first and watch the winged hero make his moves with a front-row seat.

For the first few hours of darkness, there was no sign of Dabi. He's trying to make it hard for me. Excitement bubbled in your veins. The broker he'd made contact with yesterday was nowhere to be found, and the bar he'd used as his meeting place was devoid of him, though you'd expected that.