Locked In Boredom

Was this bound to happen?

A knock was heard. "What?" Dabi looked up, shirtless, wet hair. He looked like a mess. After the forced shower last night, he had hid away his food and went to bed immediately, catching a midnight cigarette at 3 am. Like he always did. "Come on in." He says, swiftly putting on the messy orange shirt he always wore. It almost looked like a shirt from a jail uniform if you caught his drift. A nurse walked in and threw in a familiar figure who instantly whined as he was thrown in. "No! Fuck! I don't belong here! I'm not insane! I don't have any fucking issues! Please let me out!" The man whined. He was short, probably around 1,72 cm, or shorter. He had messy blonde hair with a few strands that seemed to be annoyingly hanging in his face. His eyes seemed to be a golden-yellow shade, and he wore some eyeliner that looked rather messy as well. Different from Dabi himself, this man wore a light blue outfit with a green bracelet that they couldn't remove themselves. Dabi had a red bracelet, meaning he wouldn't get out anytime soon. Green meant that you were a debatable case. Either hiding it away or truly healthy. Healthy...that's a word of deceive. Anyone would act as if they were healed to make sure they got out. Atleast that's how Dabi thought. The small boy turned to Dabi. "Hey. I'm..." "Hawks. I know." Dabi answered by cutting the boy off, who squeaked in reply. "Dabi?!" Hawks squeaked. "Yo." "Where the FUCK have you been?!" "In here?" Dabi replied. Hawks sighed and hugged Dabi tight. "I missed fighting you." "What?" "You were the BEST fucking opponent I ever fought!" Hawks whined. Oh. What? Dabi thought. "How have you been?" Dabi asks. "Could be better. Got send in here after um.." Hawks fell quiet. "You fucked Endeavour, didn't you?" "Yeeessssss?" Hawks replied and Dabi just sighed. "Why the fuck does that—" "he switched me out, hero commission gave me some good ol' discipline and the police realised and marked it as FUCKING SELF HARM." Hawks whined. "Lol." Dabi chuckled. "Hey! That's rude!" "You're telling me that you had a literal TORTURE wound and got labelled as self harm? Your tag is gonna turn as red as mine." Dabi says. "Why are you in here?" "PTSD, Suicidal, self-harm, addictions, more physical and mental problems, abuse victims, blah-blah-blah-blah-dy-BLAH." Dabi finished his sentence with a scoff and Hawks chuckled. "You're a lost case." "I know." Dabi replied. "Wouldn't be surprised if they forced me pills, merely to cause my overdose death." "Don't say that!" Hawks whined. "Love you too." "I know you do."

Dabi sighed. "What stuff of yours do you desperately want to keep that you still have on you?" Dabi asks. "Um." Hawks soon enough laid out a few things. A knife. A cigarette box. Flügel. Okay what the fuck? "Why do you have tiny bottles of booze in your pockets?" "PTSD." Hawks answered. "You're allowed to get any kind of alcohol you'd like if you just told them what was wrong." "And end up like YOU?! Never!" Hawks whined. "What's wrong with me?" "Alot." "I know." "Suck my dick." "Sure." Fun. I was going back and forth with a guy I once hated. It was nice seeing a familiar face—and familiar means that it's one I saw on a daily basis before I was captured. Hawks pouted as his wings visibly puffed up. "Come on, just tell them you have problems. If they find out themselves, you get a century locked in here." Dabi says. "Ugh. Fine." "Thanks." Dabi says. "It's been boring." "What?" Hawks asked. "I've been alone in here, for the past two years. And I've been lonely as FUCK." Dabi whined. "Aw." Hawks teased him instantly. Stupid bird. "Boo-hoo. You gon' cry now, big boy?" Hawks' teasing continued. "Shut it, birdbrain." Dabi growled. "Anger issues." "SHUT UP." Shit. That damn anger. But, instead of flinching away like any other would, Hawks jumped into Dabi's arms and hugged him tight. For the first time in ever. Dabi felt his anger calm. What? Was this man pure magic?

"Calm it, hot stuff." "Don't call me that." "Shut up." Hawks said calm. That stupid cocky grin of this hero always angered him. But now. Dabi didn't know what he was feeling. "Hey are those them pills you take?" Hawks asks, looking at the clear, tiny fucking cup of those fucked up pills Dabi indeed took every day. "Yes?" Dabi replied. "Do you know what those are for?" "No. Do I take pills without hesitation or knowing what they are or do? Yes. Do I have a drug addiction? Yes." Dabi answered. "Oh my god! Dabi!" Hawks whined. "Yep. Welcome." Dabi sighed. "Let me guess, you have a tiny cupboard where you hide pills?" "No. I don't." Dabi says. "Give me those things of yours." "Fine." Hawks handed over the things he got out of his pockets. The knife. The pack of cigarettes—which made Dabi realise that Hawks and him smoked the same brand. And the bottle of booze. "Still confused by the booze, but I'm going with it." "Nice." Hawks replied. "I have a second one for you." Hawks says and gave Dabi a second, one-shot bottle of Flügel, which was some outside-country booze. Dabi dove under the bed and opened the tiny cupboard, hiding Hawks' stuff in it. "My and your stuff are in this cupboard under my bed. It's a hidden shaft for stuff." Dabi explained. "Oh! Nice!" Hawks replied. "Try to smoke only lately at night. We don't want you gettin' caught." Dabi says. "Okay." Hawks replied.