What Have I Become?| DabiHawks Fanfic

Weaknesses

Hawks' POV

Shigaraki wanted to talk to me in private. The others wanted to stay at the bar, so Shigaraki brought me outside with him. He didn't say anything as we walked. I didn't feel like he needed to say anything. As we walked, we both looked at the stars in the sky.

Shigaraki led me to a neighborhood. He stayed finally said something as we walked past all the houses. "I see how Dabi looks at you. He's comfortable. It's rare when I see him like that."

The way that Shigaraki speaks of him is like him speaking of family, or a close friend. He cares about him a lot. "Dabi may be older than me, but I still feel protective of him."

He stared off at the houses. It was weird. He seemed relaxed. It was like all of the hatred he felt was just gone. "When I was a kid..." He paused, as if trying to find the right words. "I was abused. Much like the rest of the league. All of us were abused or bullied in some way. Some of us were neglected. Like Toga." He sighed. Toga was hated by everyone because of her quirk. She was neglected and forgotten about by her parents."

He glanced at me. "Spinner was bullied and cast out by society for how he looks. Quirks like his aren't exactly accepted. Especially where he grew up."

Shigaraki stopped in front of a house. He looked at the porch. I stood next to him. "And I... I was abused, as I said. I loved heroes, but my father, having been abandoned by his mom, a hero, he forbid us to talk about them. When my quirk came, I accidentally killed my family. But..." He kept looking at the house. It was like he imagined himself in it. "I killed my father on purpose. I knew what would happen, and I... grabbed his face. And I killed him."

He looked at me and smiled. It was a smile full of pain. "I was a murderer from the age of 5." He looked back at the house. "And it was all in this home."

My eyes widened and I looke at him. He looked back at me and continued to smile. "Yeah. This was my home. They had to redo the backyard." He rubbed his arms. "I visit every now and then. I don't know why."

I looked at him. "Does anyone live here?"

Shigaraki shook his head. "No. The last family moved out a few months ago."

I began walking toward the house. Shigaraki looked at me, confused. I stepped up to the door. I tried the handle. It was locked. But that wasn't a problem. I flew a few of my feathers around the house, looking for an opening. Shigaraki walked up next to me. I found a window that was forever cracked open, due to the window sill being broken.

I got my feather in and opened the door. Shigaraki and I walked in and closed the door behind us. Shigaraki maveled at the house. It was like he was seeing a castle for the first time. He dragged two fingers across the walls. He walked around the house until he stopped in front of a bedroom door. He stood in front of it, as if he couldn't get himself to open it.

Shigaraki's POV

I could still hear my parents screaming at each other. My mom was defending me. As I stood in front of my bedroom door, I could hear my younger self crying in the corner, kneeling on the rough carpet, afraid that my dad would walk in and yell at me again. Maybe even make me kneel longer.

My hand shook as it reached for the door knob, pausing right before I touched the metal. I looked over at Hawks, expecting him to do something. I don't know what I expected from him. I looked back at the door, then at the wall next to it. The same dent was there, exactly where my dad had punched the wall. I could still see myself cowering at the end of the hall, terrified he would come for me next.

I grabbed the door knob and opened the door. It creaked open as I peeked inside at the empty room. It looked empty, yes, but it was full of so many things. So many emotions that I had bottled up inside. I walked in and looked around. I could still see my bed in the corner. I had a hidden All Might figurine under my bed. My dad had found it later on and chucked it against the wall. That dent was also still there. I looked at the wall to my right. The paint from the figurine was still there.

I walked closer to the wall. I stopped right in front of it. I brushed my finger against the yellow streak. I heard crying in the corner. I saw myself, young Tenko, crying and curled up in a ball. I was sitting on my bed. I walked up to the fake me. I stood right next to where the bed was. I stood there, and stared. A tear fell down my cheek. It was so weird. I hadn't cried in years. Why had it been so long?

Hawks' POV

Shigaraki walked out of the room. His eyes were red and swollen. He walked up to me and stopped next to me, facing the opposite way. He muttered something that I could barely hear, but I still understood it. "Thank you."

And then he walked past me, leaving the house.