Rock My World - DabiHawks

I Was a Teenage Anarchist

A/N: happy easter if u care abt that sorta thing🤪💜 Enjoy this strange fluff before the world crashes down lol

THIRD PERSON (YEAH I KNOW)

Himiko snuggles under the dull pink blanket as she tries to get comfortable on the couch. After her chat with Mr. Aizawa, Himiko was left with a million and one more things to think about– though somehow, even though her thoughts tripled in number, everything seems to be clearer than before. Aizawa helped her organize all her thoughts into categories, leaving her alone to ponder as the night ticks on.

First, there are the things Himiko herself cannot control. This includes Twice being in jail, the band (potentially, most likely) being kicked out of the competition at Mic's, and being stuck at Dabi's boyfriend's apartment until everything settles down.

Second, there are things Himiko can control, like how much glitter she'll add to Twice's card and how nice she decides to be to Dabi's boyfriend. Aizawa suggested she focus more on the things in this category to ease some stress.

And at first, that was all fine and dandy, thinking about things she had control over. But then Himiko's mind began to wander, as it always seems to do, and she started thinking about all the things in her life that she had control over and messed up. Things that she ruined all by herself.

Skipping school to play with the mangy alley cats, telling her parents about her first crush on a pretty girl in her class, wandering into a local bar instead of going to the police after she was kicked out... And so much more.

If she never found Dabi in that bar, and by extension never found the rest of the band, where would she be now? Finishing school, living in a foster home? Would she have access to better food? Counseling? Would her parents feel sorry and take her home? Or, better yet, would that pretty girl from middle school finally look her way?

Or would she have starved to death in some random alleyway? Would she have been better off that way?

Himiko groans, pulling the blanket over her messy blonde hair. There's a reason why she doesn't like thinking about this sort of stuff. It always bums her out.

"If you keep pouting, you're never gonna get any sleep," says Mr. Aizawa's kid. Himiko forgot his name, (Toshi, maybe?) but she recognizes his voice since it sounds just like Aizawa's. "You good? Everything alright?" he asks.

Himiko untucks her head from the blanket and glances at the boy. He's tall, skinny, and pale, with dark circles under his eyes, though maybe part of it is the shadow from the yellow lamp glowing beside him. He sits in the sofa armchair adjacent to the couch, messing with some yarn and a metal hook.

"What are you doing?" Himiko blurts.

"Crochet," he deadpans. "But you didn't answer my question, goldilocks."

"It's Himiko."

"Nice to meet you, Himiko. I'm Hitoshi." He cracks a small smile, only visible due to the illumination of the tiny lamp. "Seriously, though. If you wanna talk, just go ahead and blurt it out. I'm kinda bored anyway, and I know neither of us is gonna get any sleep."

Himiko giggles a little at Hitoshi's honesty. He reminds her of Dabi, back when she first met him– before the drugs and alcohol became a real problem. He's smart, witty, and sly; he appears very relaxed, easygoing, and composed. Like he's got no care in the world. Himiko feels comfortable in that sort of atmosphere– where it's okay to have a meltdown because someone else has it all put together, even if they actually don't.

So Himiko tells Hitoshi everything. From Twice and his mental health, to Tomura and his weird obsession with Mountain Dew and Pixie Sticks. By the end of it, the bubbliness has returned to her voice, and her golden-hazel eyes are revived, light warming the room.