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Shigadabihawk

Hawks isn't weak. The Hero Commision raised him to be the perfect alpha for the public's eye. They made him chivalrous and strong. A bachelor for the public to swoon over.

It was all a part of their manipulative intentions. Hawks had the public's heart and so did the commission. Naturally, Hawks was trained to have his instincts on a short leash.

Hawks isn't weak. He hasn't folded under temptation since he was a freshly presented teenager. He was trained to withstand the strongest pheromones. Alpha scents couldn't intimidate him. Omega scents didn't turn him into a blubbering fool.

Yet this mission is the hardest one Hawks has ever been assigned. Not because of the objective, but the person standing in his way.

No one expected infiltrating the League of Villains to be easy. They are the most wanted in Japan — the world even. There was no way they'd be convinced the number two hero didn't have ulterior motives. Hawks was ready for that. He was ready to do anything to convince the villains he was on their side.

The only thing that caught Hawks off guard was Dabi. The scarred, dark haired man that no one could find any concrete information on.

Dabi is the one member Hawks can't fight. Fire is the hero's only weakness. Surely the league knew that when Dabi was put in charge of meeting the bird.

His quirk aside, Dabi is good at getting under people's skin. Hawks' skin specifically. All it takes is a half lidded gaze and a few cold words to have Hawks shivering in the presence of Dabi's heat.

Every meeting leaves the hero less certain of his own strength. Dabi isn't even doing anything. Hawks has never caught the villain's scent. His subgender is another piece of unknown information. He lets out no pheromones. Hawks is simply hypnotized by his existence.

"Little bird."

Hawks snaps back to reality. Right. He's supposed to be listening. Or is he talking now? Either way, he's slacking.

"Focus." Dabi's voice is gruff as always.

The alley is dark even without the shadow of Hawks' wings. It's late and the hero would much rather be at home making his apartment into a suitable den for his upcoming cycle. But he's here instead, distracted by Dabi's piercings (just how many does he have anyway?).

Dabi is glaring at him. His mouth is dry. Why did he have to do this now? Hawks only rutted once every year. The rest of the time the commission had him on suppressants to keep cycles from interfering with his work. One rut a year was the minimum for maintaining a healthy hormone balance, although most doctors recommended at least two.

"You stink." Dabi's nose is scrunched in distaste. Hawks stares at the stretch of his skin around his staples.

He feels for his scent patches only to find they're soaked. Shit. If his glands are hyperactive he must be closer to rutting than he thought. Hawks takes a shaky breath as he stares at his oily fingers.

"Oi."

Hawks obediently looks at Dabi. Surely his scent is saturated with distress and rut, but Dabi's expression is blank. It's unfair that he captures Hawk's attention with such ease.

"Get out of here. We'll do this another time."

Hawks wants to protest but his mouth is stuck. His wings cramp from the tip of his feathers to the muscle of his back. He groans and snaps his wings close to his body, hands curling around his stomach as his body trembles.

Someone sighs, although Hawks isn't sure if it's him or Dabi. Hawks lowers himself to his knees as he counts his breaths. He can't let Dabi see him like this. He can't let anyone see him. But he's stuck until his cramps subside enough for him to fly.