Maybe We'll fix Each Other

Chapter 49

Keigo thrummed his fingers on the counter he was leaning on, head propped up on his other hand. He flicked his eyes over to Dabi, who kept grumbling angrily under his breath as Recovery Girl fussed around him.

The guy was pissed cause she'd also caught sight of his hand he'd busted earlier and kissed it away.

Dabi's reluctance to have his injuries healed...it worried Keigo. He was pretty sure Dabi used it as a way to get back at himself. Like a punishment for when he felt out of line. Keigo hadn't asked him about it, though, because he liked having his eyebrows not burned off his face, thank you very much.

Getting the call from Aizawa that Dabi had run off had freaked the shit out of Keigo. Because why the hell would he bolt two days before the trial they'd been fighting for?

After hearing what Endeavor was threatening, though, it made sense. Give Eri to the Commission?

Keigo wanted nothing more than to put his lethal training to use. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep his own anger in check, focusing on compartmentalizing.

Hide your emotions, Hawks, he heard the president's voice whisper in his ears. All they do is complicate the mission.

He closed his eyes and curled his hand on the table into a fist, pressing his nails hard into his palm.

They couldn't afford to fly off the handle right now, not with the whole of Japan breathing down their necks. The last thing they'd need is an explosive fight with Endeavor that would be twisted against them and rip Eri away.

"Done," Recovery Girl stated simply, causing Keigo to open his eyes again. She patted Dabi on the arm before turning and shuffling over to her desk.

Dabi looked exhausted. Keigo could tell whatever adrenaline rush he'd gotten must have crashed. He knew that wouldn't stop him, though.

He tilted his head in his hand and forced himself to unclench his fist, watching as Dabi let out a tired huff. "You okay?" Keigo asked gently.

Dabi's attention moved up to Keigo. "No," he growled. "We should be at the bastard's agency."

Keigo hummed in response. When he went to open his mouth and answer, the door opened.

Dabi stiffened and narrowed his eyes as Aizawa entered, followed closely by Nighteye. Keigo pushed himself upright and eyed the heroes warily.

"Dabi–" Aizawa breathed out in relief.

"Don't fucking 'Dabi' me," Dabi snapped, hopping off the cot he'd been on. He crossed his arms and glared. "I came back like Keigo wanted. So just say what you want to say."

Like Keigo wanted. Dabi was making it loud and clear he was not doing this for Aizawa's sake.

"I know you're angry," Nighteye started. "But we neede–"

"I'm not angry!" Dabi snarled derisively, eyes flaring. "I'd be angry if this was just about me. I'm fucking furious because this is about ERI!" He shouted her name, the tension in the room dialing up dangerously.

If Keigo were a better man, he wouldn't take some satisfaction in the way the heroes grimaced. But he wasn't.

"It was logical to–" Nighteye started again, prickling Keigo's nerves.

But this time it was Aizawa who cut Nighteye off.

"You're right," he said firmly. "I should have told you–" his eyes flicked to Keigo, "--both of you."

Keigo froze. Why was Aizawa including him in this? His wings tensed with uncertainty.

Returning his attention to Dabi, Aizawa took a step forward. "I'm sorry."