What Have I Become?| DabiHawks Fanfic

Recruit me? Nevermind!

Hawks' POV

"So you're telling me you just want to join us? Just like that?"

I nodded, trying to convince Shigaraki that I wasn't lying. We weren't at the bar that everyone raided to save Bakugo. They didn't trust me enough to bring me there since it was just repaired, so they brought me to an abandoned building instead. I could see the other members behind him. Dabi was sitting on a crate with Toga. Twice was standing next to Mr. Compress. "Why is it so unbelievable?"

Shigaraki stared at me with judging eyes. He glanced at my wings as if to make sure that I was indeed the number 2 hero. I, myself, couldn't believe I was doing this.

The only reason I actually AM doing this is because I don't want to be fired. After the fall of All Might, everyone has started to become uneasy. Even my boss has gotten fed up with everything. So fed up, in fact, that he is convinced that the only way to defeat these people is to kill them. And of course, I look like the man for the job. And they told me to do absolutely anything to make it believable. Even if it includes death.

So now I'm really confused about that because I can't just ask them now, because it's too late. But I'm starting to wonder if they had given me permission to kill someone or not. I focussed back on Shigaraki and noticed that he had been talking for that last 5 minutes. I am way too nervous. I feel like my pores are floodgates that are breaking down and- are my wings puffy? They're definitely puffy. They have sweat on them so they're definitely puffy. OKAY I NEED TO STOP!

"Shiggy! Can't you see you're scaring him?" I noticed Toga, a 17-year-old girl with messy buns and bangs hopping ovr to Shigaraki with a knife in hand. "He won't want to be my friend if you scare him away! Don't you know that I love friends?"

She leaned against Shigaraki and put the point of the knife on her tongue, pressing down and drawing a bit of blood. I couldn't help but let my eye twitch, just thinking about how much that bothered me.

Thankfully, though, Shigaraki asked me a question. "Will you spy for us?" My heart started racing when he said that. Oh fuck! I'ma be a double spy. What has my life come to?

I shook my head. "Well yeah! What else would I do?"

I heard a voice behind Shigaraki and Toga. "Why do you all of a sudden want to become a villain?"

I looked at Dabi who was slowly walking up. I had come up with an excuse before. I tried to remember exactly what it was but I was freaking out too much. I had to come up with a new one. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something believable. Before I knew it, though, I was telling him something from my actual life. "When I was little, I was raised by a wanted thief and someone hiding that wanted thief. Sometimes he would try to teach me how to be evil. And when I didn't want to be evil, he would beat me. I was so happy when Endeavor had arrested him and freed me from that life. And he had no idea that he had even done any of it. But he did, so... but that made me think that I wanted to be a hero. I was forced to become one, though. The hero commission trained me hard, and I wasn't treated so great. And after I actually became a hero, I realized just how flawed it was. And I realized just how right my dad was. So it's just pretty obvious to me."

Shigaraki stared at me deep in the eyes. He still didn't trust me. I was ready to get turned away. Maybe even killed. But that didn't happen. "A trial."

My eyes widened, and I thought that I might have misheard him. "What?"

Shigaraki repeated himself. "I said a trial. If we don't trust you at the end of a month, then we kill you. But if we do, and you prove useful, then we will give you a test. Then you might be able to join us."

I felt both dread and relief mix into my heart like a mixture of different chemicals in a science class. What was I getting myself into?

(I just wanna mention how good it feels to be writing another Dabihawks books! I currently have two, if you haven't alreay read them, I enjoy writing them so much! But I honestly never thought that I was going to decide to write another! And until I turn 30, I probably will never stop writing them again!)