False Reality

First Failure

Keigo hated the silent treatment. He could handle it better than being yelled at and having things thrown at him, but having someone constantly in his space that just wouldn't talk to him was somehow even more upsetting than if Y/N was to just throw a fit like she had done a fair few times already to just get it all out of her system and get the anger with him for simply doing his job over with.
Keigo's mood was becoming affected by it, too. Which could be a problem if he wasn't able to switch his brain off for long enough to continue being the carefully sculpted Hawks persona in public.
Y/N had stopped coming to the PLF base with him, too. He couldn't tell if it was because she was trying to get out of the Commission's orders, or because he'd told her that they weren't impressed by the little amount of information she was able to get out of Star. That wasn't Y/N's fault though, that poor girl had been groomed expertly.

It didn't matter anyway if she came or not until the plan was put into play anyway. She still had to partake and follow orders just as much as he did.

He's dwelling on what to attempt next to get the teenager to talk to him while walking through the Paranormal Liberation Front's building, heading for the boardroom where he was meant to meet Twice for a nondescript meeting. He didn't mind that too much, better than sharing a space with Dabi. Twice was warm, friendly, a genuinely nice guy, and Keigo was subtly trying to coax him over to the hero's side. He could be so useful and loyal if he'd just fallen into the right hands.
And as if merely thinking of Dabi summons him into Keigo's space, his skin crawls when a warm hand wraps itself around the nape of his neck, squeezing him momentarily.

"Birdie. Need to talk to you." Dabi's dry, ruined voice orders.

"Sure thing!" Keigo chimes cheerily, trying to feign comfort with the touch. "What's up?"

He couldn't let his wings sharpen, there was no threat, not yet.
Dabi steers him off-course with the hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pushing him into an empty room within a few steps. Yet another room with a conference table surrounded by seats and a whiteboard, rooms Keigo was so used to being in. The only sign that this is even about something serious is the fact that Dabi even locks the door behind him after shoving Keigo into the room.
It wasn't a problem, Keigo had flown into, and through windows before, he could do it again if he needed a exit desperately.

"So... A little birdie told me there's some big operation planned to storm the place." Dabi drawls, sneering as he backs Keigo up so the back of his thighs are pressed against the table behind him. "Wouldn't happen to know anythin' about that, would you?"

A little birdie?
Keigo knows that realistically, it's nothing more than an idiom. There was no way that Y/N could have somehow told him behind his back. She hadn't even been here since he'd told her about it.
The League must have an actual mole in the hero circle, but he hadn't seen any around, apart from himself and Slidin' Go, and Slidin' Go wasn't even high enough in the rankings to be considered for the mission.
But the words from the man in front of him do feel a little pointed, even so.

Keigo feigns a frown of confusion. "Huh?"

Dabi's burning gaze doesn't let up as he cages Keigo in against the table, leaning down so his face is filling up the entirety of Keigo's vision. Keigo can feel the heat from the flames underneath Dabi's skin coming off him in waves, making him sweat under his flight jacket, and he's close enough to Keigo that he could see the textures of the scarring on his face in HD.
Dabi doesn't say anything, though. He doesn't elaborate or say anything more about the information he'd somehow managed to gain.

"That's a brave move." Keigo shrugs. "You guys have more numbers than the heroes."

"A stupid move." Dabi corrects in a hiss. "Even if the big boss is outta action at the moment."