Flowers For An Old Friend; DabiHawks (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 24; Hey Keigo

*Hawks's POV*

I could feel my arms shake as I unlocked the front door. Tears pricked my eyes as I slammed the door closed. I've been gone for eight hours, way longer than I had thought, but I needed to get my mind off of things.

The TV was still on, fucking asshole.

I don't know why, but the fact that Dabi wasn't there just made my mood worse. I guess I just really wanted someone to talk to about it, and he was the only one who knew him as well.

Turning it off, I tossed the remote onto the couch and headed towards my room. I locked my door before turning back to the center of my room.

It left a horrible taste in my mouth.

Endeavor stared back at me from a poster on the wall hanging right above my headboard. There was a huge "NO° 2" sitting in the bottom corner.

I didn't give the idea much thought before a bunch of feathers shot out, sharpening before digging themselves into the poster. I didn't stop there. More and more feathers bore into the poster, probably into the wall as well.

I didn't care.

I only stopped when I realized that I had used most of my feathers. Still not satisfied, I stomped up to my bed, standing on top of it and ripping the poster off the wall. It ripped down the middle, I didn't care. I was sure that even when I came down from whatever emotional rampage, I still wouldn't have regretted it.

I recalled my feathers to myself and threw the poster onto the ground. Looking down, I picked up the Endeavor plush I still had from all those years ago. I didn't give it another look as I threw it behind me towards the door, sending a feather with it to pin it to the wall.

I continued to rip and tear every single poster in my room, didn't matter what exactly was on it or why, I just wanted to get my anger out.

All I could feel was hatred. Hatred for the man who I had looked up to, the man that had been my inspiration.

The man that killed my best friend.

What if he didn't run away? What if we continued to grow up together? Maybe I would've told him about my feelings towards him, maybe we could've been happy.

Hot tears started to stream down my face. My rage started to melt away as I fell backwards against the wall. I slid down against the headboard until I was sat down on my bed, wrapping myself with my wings.

I started to cough because of my tears, but it felt weird. Usually, I could feel the petals in my lungs try to force themselves up. Now, it felt more, empty. Of course, there were still petals, but there weren't nearly as many as earlier.

The entire time I sat there, I only had three petals escape my mouth. It's weird. My feelings for Touya haven't changed, and it's impossible for him to have liked me back.

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*Dabi's POV*

I had been done with my eggs for a while now. My plate was already in the sink. Sitting on the couch, I turned on the TV and started to watch the news. Why? Cause why not.

It was a pretty chill day. Nothing big on the news. Shigaraki didn't want to cause too much of a scene for a while, try and make the heros forget we exist. He didn't care how long it took, as long as our next mission went off without a hitch.