FLIGHTLESS

Chapter 1 ~ Forbidden Fruit

{Hawk's POV}

          The sun shined on the rooftops of corporate buildings littered throughout the city. I carried myself on my vibrant red wings as I soared through the summer sky- everything looks different from this perspective. Everyone knows that alas, not everyone gets to live it. I felt the hot damp air turn cold and crisp as it blew through my hair. Such a thing was to die for. In elegance and grace I swished and swirled through the skyline with ease. I was born to fly. I was born to be here- up in the clouds away from the ground and everything dear to me. Everything was but a speck in the growing distance.

If only I could fly forever.

My cellphone ringing snapped me out of the trance-like state I often get absorbed within while flying.My agency called- more or less my secretary called- and notified me of a small group of thugs needing to be apprehended. I sighed in dismay as she babbled back to me about how I shouldn't be on break right now. How the city- "Never sleeps,". Which I am painfully aware of- since in the light of day-
          no one is sleeping. Well... almost no one.

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{Dabi's POV}

The sunlight cast through an opening within my small hideaway. The old mattress I called my "bed" was moldy and stained in the sun rays that shined upon me.
          Sleeping all day was my thing. There's no need for daytime where I'm from. The back alleys of darkness are my domain. Although they can't be dark if there's light. If there's sun. If there's-

Him.

I smiled warmly at the thought of him. Then quickly shut him out of my head. The farther away I am from him the better. We're like total opposites. His world is so much different than mine. Beaming hero's smiling ear to ear to me and the league of villains left to rot in the slums and underbelly of the city terrorized just by our presence.
The smile on my face crawled back as I remembered Takami's brilliant face and how his hair was ruffled like that of a newborn pheasant. The way I'd watch from afar as he glided through the skies with an elegance unlike any other person or bird I've seen.
          He was born for the sky's and the limelight of a hero's success. I was born for the shadows and villainy that ran and pumped throughout my being like hot sludge. I have the scars and stories to prove it. We're like hot and cold, day and night, good and evil.
My face grew flushed as I thought about Takami's figure and how I longed for his embrace. His warmth. For his light to shine on me. I bit my lip in synced remembrance. I thought about the one time we were so close together- how his breath was warm as it hit my face. How his piercing yellow eyes looked back at my icy blue ones. The way his touch burned my scared mangled skin worse than any damage I could do. How for once in my life I felt the most alive. Like all the pain and suffering I went though was worth it- even if it was just his calloused hand on the back of my neck.
          I could still smell his breath- like that of peppermint and black coffee because that was in the winter months. How we layed on the roof of some old abandoned house for hours, laughing our asses off at the same old jokes we tell each other enough to drive any sane person into spiraling madness. How I miss him more than anything in the world.
I could tell from the way he talks about our past. And from especially the way he talks about our future- that he misses me too.
I buried my head into the checkered black and blue comforter I grew to hate- knowing I won't be able to see him if I'm busy sleeping at night.

'Or how Tomura would kick my ass if he found out I was seeing him at all.'