Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

7: Petty Road

Toga had woken you up early. Well, it wasn't necessarily early, but you were enjoying a little lay in after the excitement of the past couple of days and the lack of sleep you'd gotten.

Understandably, she was excited at the prospect of shopping, which was also underlined by the presence of another woman. Something you could relate to.

The testosterone in here is stifling.

"Let's go!" Toga had all but dragged you from beneath the dusty blanket you slept in, still dressed in your catsuit.

At least I have my own room, you thought. The cabin wasn't large, but seeing as Shigaraki didn't seem to be coming back to sleep — and Dabi was wandering about doing whatever Dabi does — there was room for you.

The flame villain had lingered around the cabin for the night, and when Toga pulled you into the kitchen/living area, Dabi was laying across an entire three-seater sofa playing Candy Crush on his phone.

The hilarity of the sight hadn't been lost on you.

Given your lack of normal clothes, you'd taken to convincing him to warp you back to your apartment so you could pack a few things. At first, he'd declined, unbothered by your plight. But some not-so-subtly nagging from Toga and he had relented, taking you both back.

And that's how you had two of Japan's most wanted villains in your tiny, one-bed apartment.

"It's nice in here," Toga said. "Clean." She bounced around, opening cabinets and drawers, unconcerned with being polite about her snooping. You didn't care though, one thing you liked about Toga was that everything about her could be taken at face value. She didn't hide herself. "Where's your room?"

You pointed to one of only two doors, the other being the bathroom, and Toga opened the door, flopping down on your bed.

Dabi had trailed after both of you, deciding to stand against the doorframe, arms folded, looking more bored than seemed fair. But then again, you did notice his eyes flitting across the room ever-so-subtly taking in the sight of your bedroom. Did it fit how he saw you?

"You can have a look through my wardrobe and borrow anything you'd like," you said to Toga, enjoying how her feline eyes lit up at the prospect. "There should be a few things that fit you."

You pulled a duffle bag out from under your bed and began filling it with clothing necessities: jumpers, t-shirts, hoodies, leggings, jeans —anything you thought you'd need. Obviously, you took a wash-bag of makeup and skincare with you, too. A lady needs her luxuries.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Nyx?" Toga asked you after a few minutes of rummaging through various numbers of your drawers.

You were in the process of packing your favourite pairs of socks. There was something so lovely about socks. Simple, yet precious. There were few things better than a perfect pair of socks, and far too many people seemed to take that for granted.

"Uh... no," you replied, still focused on your sock collection.

"Then what are these for?"

Your head snapped up so fast you thought you'd crack your spine. Toga had found her way to your underwear drawer and managed to pick out a lacy red number you'd bought on a whim one time. The villain had a grin stretched across her lips, baring her almost too-sharp teeth.

"Toga," you barked, a flush staining your cheeks immediately. She giggled as you ripped the lace from her fingers and jammed it back in the drawer.