Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

14: Sin

Shigaraki's decay levelled an entire city, and there was nothing that could have stopped it.

His metamorphosis — not even considering the rest of the League's — had evolved his already devastating quirk into something truly villainous, and for the first time, the icy claws of dread had sank into your heart when you thought of the future that was to come. Not only had Shigaraki's quirk become a city-killing weapon, but Re-Destro had surrendered his entire army to his command. Not to mention the fact that Gigantomachia had finally acknowledged him as worthy.

Shit is well and truly hitting the fan.

The information you'd collected already was priceless to the inevitable battle between heroes and villains, and your role in this mission would grow more precarious, though it was very still much necessary.

But all of that was a problem for later.

"Little Toga," Twice lamented, gazing at a picture of her in his hands. "I miss her."

Toga — who was still very much alive — scoffed from the armchair she was lounging in. "Will you stop that? It's creeping me out!"

Twice had used the blood of Toga's double he created to save her life, and it seemed the guilt of killing even a copy of her hadn't escaped him. You let out a little chuckle as you watched them, a plate of sushi on your lap.

Toga had needed a few days hospitalisation to recover, and once she was well enough she was transferred to the mansion Re-Destro had set up for the League. You, along with the rest of them, had been using the provided luxury to recover from your own injuries. Despite how devastating the battle was, you'd emerged with only a few cuts and a bruised trachea. All things considered, it wasn't that bad.

Well, your injuries were almost healed, but there was another rather frustrating thing occupying your attention. By thing, you meant person. And by person you were referring to the alluring, irritating, scarred man who seemed to be making a habit of incurring your ire. His crime this time was much the same as his last. There was little more to do than lounge around, and yet Dabi had managed to avoid you for the best part of three days. You barely caught a glimpse of him in passing, and when you did, he didn't offer you a mere glance in return.

What is his problem?

His mood towards you changed so fast it was giving you whiplash. From how close you'd gotten on the battlefield, to him carrying you to safety, to this. You couldn't understand it. And it pissed you off so fiercely because you continued to crave some stupid little interaction like you genuinely felt something for him. Not to mention how ridiculously wound up you'd become over the past weeks in his presence.

I can think of a few uses for those pretty lips that don't involve antagonising me.

Like fucking hell you would give him a chance to have you. He could beg for all you care — on his knees — and you would only smile and leave him wanting for a taste he could never have. You would not submit to that arrogant, egotistical asshole. Never.

You won't be able to stop yourself.

A flicker of desire coiled in your chest as you recalled that particular memory. How his lips had grazed yours just shy of enough to even be considered a kiss.

No.

You stamped out that little flame as fast as it lit. Dabi had toyed with you, and you had hung onto every single honeyed word, forgetting that the sweetest things can still be made of poison.

On the fourth day, he came to sit with the rest of the League as you ate some food, but he didn't bother to look up from his phone the entire time. That pissed you off enough that you were grumpy the entire evening. Still, you feigned indifference. The fifth day passed and you'd spent it watching films with Toga, no sign of Dabi at all. By the sixth day you'd had enough of sitting on your ass, and every moment he spent ignoring you when it should be you ignoring him made you even more irritated.