Locked In Boredom

Kill the HPSC?

Dabi looks down over the city. Can't believe he ACTUALLY agreed to this. Killing the boss of the HSPC?! What an idiot he was! Coughing up flowers and being weakened due to his Hanahaki, and still continuing to fight!

"I can not fight fully. But I will help." Dabi states. "I can stalk on the HSPC, but I cannot engage in combat. Not anymore." Dabi explained. "That's alright, dad." Mustard speaks, leaning against Dabi's shoulder. "We will end them." Hawks purred. Dani felt his heart warm upon seeing the look in Hawks' eyes. Such a beautiful sight. The winged hero was truly something else. With that dirty blonde hair that was swept back messily to those golden-yellow eyes that were highlighted by the messy eyeliner he wore, to that sharp jaw and that slight stubble on his chin, then down to those broad shoulders and toned pecs to his abdomen that were just hot muscles too, then down to those hips and those thighs that Dabi just wanted to taste, and further the hero's legs that were able to onhold the speed of these sexy crimson red wings embraced in the mans shoulder blades. Why was there so much on the hero that Dabi wanted to carress? Touya, dammit. focus. Dabi swiftly pinched his arm. "We can use your hanahaki to form a distraction too." Hawks oppered. "Are you for real!? Wait--that could work." Mustard says. He's only fourteen, why did Mustard sound so damn smart out of nowhere? Did a few months removed from Shigaraki do that much to one boy? "I could stalk around and leave flowers glued with blood on the building? It'd be a gorey scene from a zombie apocolapyse, but it might be pretty." Dabi mumbles. "I'd like to see Chrysantyums plastered over the HSPC headquarters." Hawks adds. "It'd look nice. Toga-Auntie would love it too." Mustard says. "definitly." Dabi states. 

That would indeed be a pretty sight. Dabi thought to himself. Goddammit, Touya, head on the mission! Dabi sighs. He collapses onto the building roof top and coughs up a good 5 chrysantyum flowers. He quickly collects the blood in a tube they got from Toga--They managed to get Toga, Twice, Mr. Compress and Kurogiri on the mission too. He mixes the blood with some glue as Mr. Compress looks down at him. "Are you sure this will work?" He asks, his voice deep but slightly muffled by the mask he wears. "About a hundred procent." Dabi says. "good." Mr. Compress purred. Dabi sighed and charged up a hell spider, he lunged it against the side of the building, Blackwhip style, and landed against it. He glued the flowers on with pure perfection. "Splendid." Mr. Compress said. Dabi jumped back to Mr. Compress, but his Hell Spider failed, so he almost fell, luckily, Mr. Compress was quick enough to compress him into a marble and to teleport the marble into his hand. Soon enough, he was released. "Thanks." "I won't do it twice." "You'll do Twice." Dabi added on, and Mr. Compress let out a flustered huff. Dabi chuckles. "Kay, let's go back." But before Mr. Compress could agree, Dabi collapsed onto his hands and knees and start to vomit up blood and flowers once again. the flowers hitting the floor with a soft thud that was comparable to a dewdrop, and the blood dripped around it like a beautiful waterfall stained in red. Mr. Compress looked worried as Dabi kept coughing and made an entire gorey murder scene. Blood covered the entire rooftop as the bright light of the moon made it look a rather magneta colour, as the highlights in the dark coloured substance appeared more blue. The flowers were slightly stained as they drifted among the dark substance, their orange colour highlighted by the moonlight, all while giving it a gray hue around the sides. Dabi looked at the scene under his head. God, he was one big mess. "We can use all of this?" Mr. Compress suggested, picking up one of the Chrysantyum flowers from the pool of shining red blood. Dabi looked up towards Mr. Compress, the mans white mask was highlighted a bright hue by the bright moon, it was almost mesmerisible, while the black lines almost looked like a marine blue. "I guess." Dabi gasped out. He was out of breathe, in no way he could glue them on by himself in this state. "These flowers did really decrease your stamina, Dabi. It's hard to imagine you were once the best." Mr. Compress stated. He was right, but it still hurts. "Yeah, I know. I'll be back on my feet eventually. Stupid flowers like these won't hold me back long enough." Dabi purred. "I love to see you back in action one day." "I'd love to be back in the field." Dabi answered Mr. Compress. "Could you put these on the building corners? You're good in creating paradise." Dabi says with a low hum from his throat, deep and husky as always. "Ofcourse, my dear. I'll be on the task." Mr. Compress says with renewed vigour to finish this new task placed upon. After about twenty minutes, Mr. Compress was finally done glueing all 15 flowers to the HSPC office. They avoided the windows of the boss' main office, otherwise they'd be caught soon. Sooner then they could muster. Mr. Compress, being the gentleman he always is, insisted on carrying Dabi back to the house they used as a safe base, and not too long later, they were inside again. Dabi's mind was hazy. Honestly, his entire body hurted and all he wanted was to pop some fucking sedatives and go to sleep till the next miserable morning. It went great for a while, why must it get worse lately? Did Hawks find something out that made him hate the villain? Dabi probably won't know anytime soon anyway. "Dabi!" Hawks walked up to the villain and basically pulled him out fo Mr. Compress' arms. "Oi!" the gentle villain complained softly, but Dabi truly couldn't care less. He looked at Hawks and just whispered; "Do we still have sedatives?" "No." Hawks answered. Dabi couldn't help the dissapointment in his heart. He just wanted some sleep. "Dabi, we need to talk." Hawks whispers. Dabi gave a slight nodd and allowed Hawks to carry him to his bedroom. Hawks laid Dabi down gently on the soft bedding. Dabi's scarred hand brushed gently over the thin blanket and the carress felt like he was brushing over a mens blouse. "Dabi, I--" "Just say it." Dabi says. 

"I  think that I love you."