Word for Love

Chapter 3 - They know, but so do we

"Tell me again why th'fuck I gotta look after bitch?" Dabi stomped into the room with a low growl, eyes glaring daggers at Shigaraki who was getting a nice drink from the bar.

"We've been over this five hundred times." The pale blue haired man returned the attitude, glaring through the fingers of the hand pressed against his face. "Toga will drain him of blood, I don't have the patience for him, Compress is the traumatizer, Twice contradicts himself too much, and the rest aren't fuckin hot enough to get this done."

Dabi's eyebrow twitched upwards at the last bar. He moved behind Shigaraki and dragged a hot hand across his neck. "Ain't hot enough, eh?"

Shigaraki's eyes opened a little more; pale, dry skin flaring pink. "Fire! I meant the fire!"

"An' how does fire hav'anythin to do with 'motionslly manipulatin someone into needin ya?" His anger was replaced by the smug favor of teasing his leader on his slip up.

"Just get him dependent on you while the rest of us do the damage. If we want this plan to work, we need him as the biggest piece of the puzzle." Shigaraki scowled away from Dabi, refusing to meet his eyes. "Emotionally manipulating is easy for attractive people. So-fucking-what?"

Dabi's mouth curled into a egotistical grin. "Fine, if yer that attracted to me I guess I oughta do my job~"

"Go die."

Dabi chuckled and sat down to Shigaraki, waving to Kurogiri for a drink. He slid him a bourbon neat. The man just nodded to the barkeep and sipped the colored liquid.

He glanced to the boss who was currently scratching the skin off his neck.

"Aye." His words were heavy on his tongue. "How th'fuck did th' H.C. even know we fuckin wanted that guy. An' why th'fuck did 'ey give him to us?"

"Hell if I know." Shigaraki seethed at the very mention of the hero commission. "We sent out that message as a test, the broadcast to the other base about kidnapping him in a week. They immediately contacted Hawks and told him to just go along with it. I wonder what they told him to actually do."

"Hell if I know. So far th' hawksie won't fuckin stop hyperventilatin. 'S gettin annoyin."

"Be patient with him, we need you to-"

"-win his favor, I know I know." Dabi slammed back his drink, chugging it. "Get me in an hour aight? M'gun go take a nap."

No one protested as Dabi shoved his hands in his pockets and left for his upstairs bedroom.

The villain hit the sheets of his bed and rolled over to stare at the ceiling, kicking off his platformed shoes lazily. Fuuuuuuck.

Dabi retraced those eyes in his mind, the vision of the soft gold looking at him oh so desperately. He wanted to fucking crush that look. Needy people needed to worry about themselves for a while.

He remembered how he threw his head back and squeezed his hand life a lifeline. The hero had made some of the staples on the back of his hand reopen and bleed.

He closed his eyes and relived watching that bead of sweat run down his neck all the way to the skin suit. How his chest rose and fell with heavy labored breathing...

Then, Dabi pulled softening from his pocket. A soft, tiny red feather. It tugged in his hold to get away, to get back to it's owner. He just rubbed along the vein of it, gently squeezing it against his palm. It almost seemed to tremble from the contact. 

"I wonder wha'typea face yer makin right now, Hawksie."

A grin spread his lips wide, baring his teeth which were  his weapons of sadistic pleasure. This would be fun, despite his complaining to Shigaraki about the extra work.