My Hero Academia Oneshots

Impossible love (Hotwings)

"Yo, handjob." Dabi snickered as he walked into the room, his turquoise blue eyes glistening as he stepped closer "I brought someone you might wanna meet." He spoke, his voice laced with his normal cocky nature. He pulled in the slightly shorter blonde from behind him, pushing him infront of his own body in a way to present him to the rest. "This is Hiro Hokusu." He spoke "He's valuable." His eyes looked straight to Shigaraki, wondering what he was thinking. He couldn't stand the blue haired kid sometimes. He was so childish and he always acted like a toddler who got told no.

"And who is Hiro Hokusu?" The other asked, his voice scratchy, torn, gurgled, strangled, there was a million ways to describe Tomuras voice. Whether you say he had a childish murmur, or the voice of someone who was lost within their life. He was never a man to be messed with for some fucked reason Dabi couldn't pin down. He could have Tomura on the floor in seconds, yet, he feared to try.

"You can call me Hawks." The short blonde spoke up quietly, his crimson wings tucked behind himself neatly.

"Like the hero?" The blunette growled, pushing himself to his feet. "Did you lose a screw scraping your stables off the sidewalk?" He snarled, walking over with his hands to his side. His steps slow, each echoing in the room. "We cant have a he-"

"I'm not a hero anymore. I quit. I want nothing to do with being a hero." He spoke up, stepping closer to the raven haired man in a way that showed he didnt want to fight. "Dabi and I have known eachother for a long time, he can vouch for me, I'm trustworthy." He smiled, flicking the collar on his jacket up so it stood straight as he looked to the blue haired man infront of him.

"Prove it." He smirked, taking the hand off his face and holding it to his side. His expression was nothing. Completely emotionless.

"How..?" He asked, his eyes darting around the room in curiosity.

"Go out and bring me a finger." He spoke clearly, locking eyes with the other man, them both being around the same height, a smirk tugging at his ripped and dry lips. "Any finger, I frankly don't care."

"What?" Dabi asked, pushing Hawks out of his way to face his 'leader' in a slight state of confusion. "You never asked Crazy and I to do that. Why him?"

"Because I'm not being ratted out by some undercover hero, Dabi." He spat back, "he'll get me a finger or I'll cut off one of his. Understood?"

"He's not doing that."

"He is."

"No, He isn't."

"He'll do it if he knows what's good for him."

"I said he isn't doing I-"

"I can do it." Hawks spoke up, it was mainly to get the other two to shut up. He looked at Dabi and smiled "I understand that my...past position makes me difficult to trust...so I can do whatever you ask of me." He smiled towards the rest of the group "...Where am I meant to get a finger from?" He asked, raising his thick, obviously plucked to look more neat, ash blond eyebrows.

"Go out to the street. You'll find someone somewhere." Tomura smirked, turning away. "You have until morning or you'll regret it. Now leave. Out of my sight. Dabi. Go with the bird, make sure he doesn't pull one over us all."

"...Alright."

***Later that Night, three hours after sunset***

Dabi walked along the darker streets of the city with Hawks at his side. He kept glancing down at the winged man with admiration in his eyes.

Hawks is a relatively short man of quite a slim build with feathery ash blond hair swept messily backwards with some of the front tufts sticking up in arcs above his head, notably thick eyelashes, and some faint stubble on his chin. His eyes are brown and rather triangular in shape, with two little black triangles just below his tear ducts, making his eyes somewhat resemble those of a bird. Due to his quirk, he has a set of large bright red wings with feathers that gradually lengthen the further down they go.