Word for Love

Chapter 9 - 20 Questions: Trauma Edition

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The villain came back into the room with iced water and a small paper cup filled with two pink tablets. If Hawks wasn't so familiar with popping this painkiller to push himself forward through unhealthy work shifts, he might have been skeptical, but he recognized them easy enough.

"Thanks." The winged man hummed, reaching out with grabby hands.

The... ice melted quite instantly at this action, water bubbling briefly around it- no boiled. The water boiled and the ice evaporated.

Quizzically, the hero eyed Dabi who just seemed like nothing happened.

Did Hawks imagine ice? He swear he saw ice in that water. And then he made gestures, and then they melted.

The scarred villain cleared his throat as he handed over the cup, which was still cold somehow, giving the pills. The paper cup was warm.

A.. little too warm.

Hawks' quizzical expression shifted to suspicion on Dabi's behalf.

"Did you melt the ice?"

"What ice?" The man hummed lazily as he leaned back on the wall that his bed was flush with.

"There-" Hawks huffed, staring at the cup, now questioning his own eyes. "There was ice."

"I think yer goin crazy, pigeon."

"No! There was!" His wings flapped lightly in insisting defiance. "I saw ice!"

"Nah, I don' even got an ice tray or whatever ya call it. 'S probably that hangover." He didn't waver.

Hawks blatantly turned towards him to stare, gazing deep into those tired blue eyes.

He remained calm, but eventually raised a brow.

"Am I really that hot? Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Hot enough to melt the ice that clearly was in this previously iced water." He squinted his eyes accusingly.

"That's it, ima havta bust out the straightjacket. Yer going bonkers."

"Why would you melt the ice in my water??" Hawks really didn't understand this man, but he decided to resign in the argument by swallowing the pills and finishing the glass off.

"What water?" Dabi snickered after he put it down on the nightstand. Hawks shot a pointed glare, Dabi just chortled. "No idea. I haven't slept in like—" The man paused to calculate. "—about 50 hours? Or somethin."

"Is that why your speech is slurred constantly?"

"I hav' no idea wha' yer even talkin' bout."

"Riiiight." He studied Dabi's face. He didn't look particularly tired, but the scars probably hid the worse eye bags he could imagine.

"Quit starin at me. Or do, I don' mind gettin checked out by a beautiful Phoenix~" he teased, biting forward.

Hawks did not audibly chirp when Dabi's teeth collided and a blue fire sparked from his mouth.

Hawks did not immediately turn red and look away to stifle a tongue-trill.

However the door of the bedroom suddenly became very interesting to look at.

Dabi chuckled and sunk down on the bed to lay down properly. "I'll stop teasing if ya play a game with me."