turn back time {hotwings} [Dabi x Hawks]

* chapter 3

(A/N) oh what's this? an early update?

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Dabi's POV

I couldn't believe he of all heroes was the one to find me of all villains that night. It had been almost heartbreaking when he had cried my old Name so desperately. He still remembered me. He still cared for me. He thoughtlessly jumped into combat, not even thinking about that he didn't have a chance against me, especially not in the middle of the fire. Did that mean he still had feelings for me as well?

I felt my heart actually break when he looked at me with disappointment, seeing that I wasn't Touya after all. At least not the Touya he remembered.

It was unbelievable to have him so close to me again. He was unconsciously rather getting closer to me than to the walls of sparkling blue flames. He still kind of smelled the same like he had so many years ago.
I was leading him out of the flames while still keeping an arm on his neck just in case. Of course I wouldn't do anything like that to him so easily and enflame my hand and hurt him like that, but I guess he actually thought I was ready to do that. And that was how I wanted it.

He didn't dare to move too much and it was obvious. I didn't even know where I was heading with him yet. Put of the flames for now, yeah but... I sure wanted to be alone... Maybe I would just blindfold him or get him unconscious and get him to my flat, lock him there until I can know for sure he still has feelings for me and then just tell him the truth. It was naive, but I liked to think I could get things back to how they used to be.

Without thinking too much I slowly and carefully removed my hand from his neck. He instantly froze and tensed up, obviously trying to find out what I was doing without actually looking or showing that he knew something was up. I reached my hand into my pocket and grabbed the cloth I had gotten from Shigaraki one day. Quicker than my earlier movements, I pressed the cloth against Hawks's mouth and nose, letting him breathe in the medicine that would let him stay conscious for up to three hours.

You would have thought something like that was a too simple action to get to a pro hero, but all that happened was that his eyes widened and he desperately tried to not breathe it in and wriggled a bit in my grasp, but after less than one minute his body got limp and he fell back against my chest.

I held the cloth there for a couple more seconds in case he was pretending. Then I put the cloth back into my pocket and let all fire die out. I didn't need to attract any more attention. Without the fire roaring around us, everything seemed quieter and more peaceful. The corpse of my latest victim wasnt anywhere to be seen, it had burned. The bright shine of the moon dimly lit Hawks's body in my arms. His face looked calm and his plump lips almost invited me to give him a small kiss.

"Not now, Dabi.", I said while touching his soft cheek, partly to remind myself of who I was now and partly to stop myself from acting without putting any thought into it. Once I got him to my flat I would have plenty of time alone with him. Surely sooner or later I would be able to place a quick kiss on his lips while he was sleeping.

I picked him up bridal style. He was surprisingly light, lighter than he was when we were children. Or maybe it was just because I had become stronger. I didn't have any troubles carrying him to my flat. I didn't even meet anyone on my way.

When I finally arrived, I first walked straight to the living room. But as I thought about it, it wouldn't be wise to just leave him lying on the sofa without tying him up or anything. He would just fly out of the glass door leading onto the balcony and never come back. Probably even memorize where I lived and that's when I'd go to jail. No. I turned sharply and carried him to the small windowless room my old broken washing machine was in.