Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

48: Release

Hawks wasn't at his apartment.

And you knew that because you were currently at his apartment. Well, outside it.

And why were you there?

Well, the answer to that was rather complicated, but it had a little something to do with the fact that he walked away from you.

He walked away from you.

It seemed Hawks also possessed a flair for the dramatics—or he was taking a leaf out of your book. Given his irritatingly alluring arrogance, you'd chance it was a bit of both.

He walked away from you—and he looked damn good doing it.

"I would do the worst things for you, dove."

The flicker of darkness and desire in his eyes as he said those words had almost brought you to your knees. And now you couldn't stop thinking of them. You couldn't stop thinking of how his mouth moved; of the sinful curve of those wicked lips and how they promised beautiful destruction.

It wasn't fair.

It made your skin flush and your heart race and that was utter torture.

You wanted him.

As surely as you couldn't deny your own nature, you wanted him.

The two were inextricably combined. Maybe wanting him was part of you. Maybe this was the one thing you didn't feel torn over. No matter which version of you it was, you would want him. Even the darkest depths of you could not refuse it.

Maybe you would find him to tell him—or maybe you wouldn't. But whether you summoned the courage to utter it or not, the truth was right there in the centre of your chest, thrumming with a beat that belonged entirely to him.

But whether you wished to withhold it or not, you needed to find him first.

And you knew where best to look.

The UA barrier was larger than you imagined, reaching high into the dark, misty sky and stretching far around the campus. Though you could have snuck inside, you opted to use the front gate for once. There wasn't any need to hide.

You strode towards the main building, searching for a familiar mop of golden waves and a pair of small crimson wings, but could find neither.

Where are you, birdy?

It wasn't like you had something important to say, anyway.

"Nyx?"

You spun around at the sound of your name, your gaze meeting that of another—one eye of impossibility bright blue, and the other of a stormy, cold grey. "Shoto?"

The young hero didn't smile per se, though the corners of his mouth lifted so very slightly it seemed like he did. Strands of red and white blew across his forehead at a brush of the breeze and you were once again struck by how much he resembled Dabi. It ached just to look at him.

And he wasn't alone.

Another unruly blonde hero with eyes of raging crimson stood next to him. Katsuki Bakugo, as you recalled. The one who caught Deku. And from behind them stepped another person. A woman, older, with hair the colour of fresh fallen snow and eyes of silvery grey.

And then you were struck again.

She looked so much like him it physically hurt you.

"What are you doing here?" Shoto asked as you continued to stare blankly at the woman.