Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

20: Wicked

The only thing worse than the sharp ache at your side was dealing with Geten on the journey back to the complex. For whatever inexplicable reason, he'd decided to be nice to you. The first three times he'd asked you if you were okay you thought he was joking, but after the fourth you'd begun to realise he was just a little bit unhinged. Thankfully, he was the one driving, so he wasn't sitting next to you. You'd wished that warping back was a possibility, but Dabi had only mentioned something about the Doctor and not being able to tonight.

Dabi, who was back to looking a bit green on the road back, was entirely rigid in the passenger seat next to Geten. Occasionally, he'd glance back to check on you, though he didn't say much. The events of last night were still fresh in your mind, but the rift between you felt a little less than it had that morning.

Every bump in the road made the wound at your side open where it had just clotted, leaving you drawing a pained hiss through your teeth. The thoughts of a hot bath and sleep were the only things keeping you going.

Geten pulled up outside the complex, hopping out of the driver's seat a little too enthusiastically to open the door for you. He offered you a hand, silver eyes shining.

This is too fucking weird.

Dabi appeared next to Geten, swatting his hand away as if he were a bold child, offering up his own with a growl of irritation that had Geten backing up a long step.

Amusement curved your lips and you accepted Dabi's help, letting him haul you from the car. He slung your left arm over his shoulder, taking most of your weight as you used your right hand to stem whatever blood still slowly trickled from your cut. Geten had sulkily disappeared past the doors into the complex.

You let yourself lean into Dabi, savouring the warmth of him and the familiar smell of smoke and sweetness. "What's the matter with him?"

Dabi stared after where Geten had disappeared, his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. "I think he has a crush on you."

"A crush?" you balked. "He hated me five minutes ago!"

Dabi cast you a sideways glance, one eyebrow lifted. "And then you showed him your quirk."

"Right..." you trailed off, realisation dawning. "He's turned on by strength."

A breath of laughter left him, and when you looked up at him he was smiling just a little bit. You realised how rare it was to see an expression like that on him, but you'd gotten pretty good at stealing those smiles from him these past weeks.

"Is that why you were so quick to get rid of him?" you said, teasing. "Because he has a crush on me?"

Dabi smirked, more-or-less carrying you towards the door. "Would you rather I'd left you to Geten then? Because I can always call him back?"

You snorted. "Like hell you would."

He didn't rise to your challenge, both of you knowing he stood no chance of breathing your air. Not that Dabi would let him try, though.

"Where are we going?" you asked, feeling just a little lightheaded after the blood you'd lost.

"Infirmary," Dabi replied. "Where do you think?"

You shrugged, a saccharine smile spreading across your lips. "Does that mean you're going to clean my wounds and stitch me back together?"

Okay, maybe more than a little lightheaded.

"Would you really want me to do that?" Dabi deadpanned, but the corners of his mouth curved.

You surveyed his staples, your smile bright despite the fuzziness in your head — or maybe because of it. "I think you'd do an alright job."