𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ⟢ 𝘁. 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶/𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶

𝟐𝟒

————————————————————

𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬

lying in bed now, staring at the ceiling, i couldn't shut it off. the thoughts wouldn't stop circling, growing darker by the second. she's with someone else. she chose someone else. it twisted my gut to even think about it. but it wasn't just anyone—it was dabi. i was almost sure now, almost sick with it. everything pointed to him: the medallion, the phrase engraved, the handwriting, the dates... i didn't need her to confirm it. it was all too clear.

how long has this been happening? was she meeting him behind my back all this time? all those nights i made sure she was safe, when i fought to protect her, was she sneaking off to be with him? how could she do this to me?

my fists clenched against the mattress, nails digging into my palms. i trusted her. i kept her safe. hell, i've been in love with her for years, and she had no clue. and now... now she was with him. dabi, of all people—the same guy who threatened her, who burned her arms. the guy i've been hunting, fighting, trying to stop behind his back.

it made me sick.

but i couldn't let it go. i couldn't let her fall into his grasp, couldn't let her be with someone like him. even if she didn't want my protection anymore, i wasn't going to stand by and watch her destroy herself like that, i know he is most likely using her. she's mine to protect, whether she realizes it or not.

and that's when the idea began to form. if she wasn't going to tell me the truth, i'd find it out myself. i had connections, resources. i could track dabi down. i could dig into this mess and figure out exactly what was going on between them. and maybe, i could stop it before it went too far, just like i said i would that day we met at the alley.

the more i thought about it, the more it made sense. i'd follow her, see where she went, who she met with. piece it all together. and if i had to get my hands even more dirty than they already are to protect her, so be it.

sitting up in bed, i ran a hand through my hair. it felt wrong, all of it did. i wasn't the kind of guy who crossed lines like this, who spied on his best friend. but this wasn't just anyone—this was y/n. i couldn't just let her wreck herself, not with someone like dabi.

she doesn't know what she's getting into, i'm doing this for her.

but deep down, there was another reason, one that was harder to swallow—a selfish part of me that couldn't stand the thought of her being with him. it was eating me alive.

a few days later, i decided to put the plan into motion. nothing too obvious. i'd follow her after work, to see if she was meeting with anyone outside of her usual routine. see if i could catch her slipping, find out more about this connection she was hiding.

i didn't expect to uncover more than just a secret meeting. i stumbled onto something bigger—something that would change everything.

it was late, and i had been tailing her across the city. it wasn't like her to wander in the city after work, so that's something. she was careful, too careful, like she knew someone might be watching. it only confirmed my suspicions—she was hiding something. i kept my distance, staying in the shadows, wings tucked close.

finally, she stopped at an abandoned warehouse. the place reeked of something off. it wasn't just a random spot—there was a reason she came here. perched on a nearby rooftop, i watched her closely. and then i saw him.

dabi.

he emerged from the darkness, his figure framed by dim light, that smug look on his face like he owned the world. his eyes locked onto her. and y/n... she didn't look scared. she didn't look like she was in any danger. no, she looked... comfortable. like this wasn't their first meeting. like this was routine.

a chill slid down my spine.

i stayed frozen, heart hammering in my chest, as they exchanged words too low for me to catch. the world around me seemed to blur, shrinking down to the two of them. then, dabi did something that shattered what little hope i had left.

he touched her.

not some violent gesture, no threat or aggression. it was gentle. tender. a touch that spoke of familiarity, of something deeper. something i didn't want to admit.

she's actually with him.

my blood turned to ice. after everything—after all the times i'd been there for her, after all the years i spent loving her from a distance... she was with him. dabi, the enemy. the man i've been trying to take down.

how could she do this?

anger flared up, hot and all-consuming. i dug my nails into my gloved palms, every instinct screaming at me to swoop down, to confront them, to tear him away from her. but i couldn't. not yet, i was still undercover with the league, the commission would bust my ass if i acted recklessly. i needed answers. i needed to know why.

my thoughts spiraled, a storm of rage, betrayal, heartbreak swirling inside me. she betrayed me. she fucking betrayed me. i gave her everything i could. i would've given her more if she asked. but she never asked. she kept secrets. and now, she was slipping further away, down a path i couldn't follow.

as i watched them, my resolve hardened. i wouldn't let this go on. i wouldn't lose her to him. no matter what it took, i'd save her—even if it meant destroying dabi.

even if it meant breaking the pieces of myself in the process.