Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

8: Blurred Lines

Light streamed in through the old-fashioned floral curtains in your temporary room. Light that was blocked by a shadow. A shadow that was in the shape of a man. A dark-haired, scarred, irritating man. Dabi was in your room.

Dabi was in your room.

Out of complete confusion, you'd pulled a knife from under your pillow and pointed it at him, which only earned a smirk. "You sleep with a knife under your pillow?"

"Well, good morning to you too!"

You sat up, grumbling incoherently about privacy and not sneaking up on a lady — especially one liable to stab before talk.

"Do you not trust us?" Dabi asked, and you weren't sure if the question was serious or not. And by us, you were sure he meant me.

"I don't trust anyone," you muttered, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Don't take it personally."

Your answer seemed to amuse him in some way, given the slightest of grins that curved his pretty lips.

Dabi returned his gaze to the window briefly, as if enjoying the feeling of the sun on his face. Even you had to admit, he was darkly alluring cast in a morning glow, as strange as that sounded to you. The light made his scars seem dimmer, and his smooth skin brighter.

"What are you doing here?"

The villain had reached for the thin curtain, parting it with one long finger as he peered outside. At your question, he let it go and turned back to set his azure eyes on your sleep-addled form.

"You're coming with me today," he said. Well, said seemed too soft a descriptor. It seemed more like an order, without the bite of one. Nevertheless, it was your job to do as he wished, for now.

"And where would we be going?"

In some ways, he looked like an angel of death standing at the foot of your bed dressed in darkness. What scared you most was that you weren't sure if you liked it, or hated it.

"You wanted to see Gigantomachia, didn't you?" Dabi said and you nodded. Toga was supposed to bring you for the past couple of days, but you'd gotten distracted doing who knows what. It was actually the first time you'd seen Dabi since the dinner, given he'd disappeared for an entire day after. "And I have a few things to do in the city."

He didn't seem to want to elaborate on what those things were or why your presence was required, but you supposed it didn't matter.

"I'll get dressed then."

Dabi took your statement as a request for him to leave, though his internal debate on whether to attempt to piss you off and linger was apparent by the look on his face. Instead he settled on, "I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

A moment passed, and you were sure he wasn't going to antagonise you.

"Hope that knife didn't give you a crick in your neck."

You rolled your eyes. "Very funny."

Dabi smirked, lingering with his hand on the doorframe. "You look cute with your hair like that. Less threatening."

If you had a shoe, you would have lobbed it at his head, but the closest was out of reach and he'd already disappeared out the door, shutting it softly behind him.

You scowled and patted down your apparent bedhead.

A day with this outrageous dickhead? Nothing better.

An hour later, you were standing on a hill overlooking a large clearing. Gigantomachia was indeed a giant, but given that was part of the name it wasn't a surprise. Still, how quirk genes had produced a monstrosity such as him was both fascinating and terrifying.