FLIGHTLESS

Chapter 2 ~ Fiery Passion

{Dabi's POV}

The moonlight cast over the city's
bustling streets like icing on top a cake. Deliciously tantalizing and oh so fitting for a night like this. The humid summer air grew colder as the sun ran away with the horizon. I waited patiently for someone who was dreadfully late to everything. Takami never shows up on time- he's such a flighty person. Neither would I blame him for that, he is part bird after all. I snickered at the thought.

"Is that really you?"

I jumped at his voice. Laced with sovereignty and a blatant tone. Takami's restless figure swooped down from above. I saw how his wings surfed upon the the very air I breathed. My lips pressed into a worn smile as I saw him land on the rooftop across from me. The way I could see the whole city from up here was magnificent, yet not as magnificent as-

"I know you can hear me scar face,"

It was hard to resist the urge to kick his insolent ass right then and there. But my smile never wavered and I retorted back-
"It'd be hard not to hear you with all that shit spewing from your mouth,"
He took a step back and paused for a moment, only before taking off again those ruby red wings of his. Not the 'only' ruby red appendage on his body of course.
I watched as he loop-de-looped over the blank black void that is out cities polluted night-sky. I watched again as he landed with an elegance that rivaled even the most exotic and well groomed birds I have ever let my eyes lay upon. He gave me a showstopping smirk as he waltzed over to me.

"You know I love the night as much as I love death,"
"But you hate the thought of dying,"

"Exactly,"

'Then why even come here to see me in the first place?' I think to myself. Hawks was someone I could never figure out. How he was so unapologetically himself and didn't care about what others thought of him.

Unless if it came to me.

Me and Takami have been dating for about a year now- And I couldn't be happier.
The way he makes me feel the most alive than I've ever been. His presence warms my stone cold heart just with a glance.
He's more than just a pretty face- I'll give him that. With him being the number three hero that's all he's ever desired; apart from his modeling career of course. I'd go and watch in awe as he'd walk down the runway- his bird-like qualities and his very unapologetic bold personality drove me wild beyond my imagination. To think that this beautifully handsome pro-hero was mine.
I looked back at him- his yellow eyes cast a soft golden glow when against the moon beams that illuminated his pale face. A deep velvet red crept up my neck at the very sight of him.
He gave me a sly glance as he shuffled closer to me. His 5'4" figure pressed up against my staggering 6" one. I felt his left wing close around my body- shortening the distance between us.
Hawks was never a verbal person. Especially when it came to asking for affection. I subconsciously wrapped my arms around his waist- burying my face into his neck. I could hear his breath hitch as I held onto him. I could smell his scent- like that of an open field full of wild flowers and dew-drops on an early morning. Takami never liked wearing cologne.

"Missed me?" I said in a low voice.

"Only ever all the time,"

My smile grew twice it's original size; if that was even possible. I felt his small yet strong arms wrap around my frame. His warmth ensnared me within his embrace. It was so cozy. I wanted to stay here forever.

With him.

"It's only about nine pm, I say we best get a move on if we want to get a bite to eat."
"Fair enough," I comply.

We walk hand in hand on the downtown streets of Musutafu. The smell of food drifted heavenly in the air around us. My mouth watered behind the face mask and hoodie I was subjected to wearing to hide my identity; I was a villain after all.
I glanced at the Pro Hero Hawks- how he was dwarfed beside me. How I admired him from above. They way he does for me.
"How about we go here?" Takami tugged at my sleeve as he pointed to a Teppanyaki restaurant.
'Expensive taste,' I think to myself.
I watched as Takami indulged himself within his favorite foods. Such as chicken-
/ironically/- and steamed vegetables.
I picked absentmindedly at my food- steadily watching my date for the evening. I loved every movement he made- how he was met with nothing but child-like nonsense. There was a word for it-

'Cute,'

"Hey- Eat up, the nights young and you have yet to even finish your meal!" Hawks whispered-shouted at me as he looked up from his finished plate.
I then, of course, finished my plate, and he, of course, payed. I felt like a bum for not paying- but it'd be better if he was found out for being a pro-hero than me whom of which was the exact opposite of that.
We walked out of the restaurant onto an even more packed street- you'd think come nightfall everyone would be asleep; I certainly wasn't surprised. This was how it's always been. The thrum of the city streets overtaken by pedestrians.
When the world turned dark around us and the horizon becomes encased in black the eastern sky feels some much more lonely than it already did. Except when I'm with him.
When Takami and I walked out of the restaurant we were slapped in the face with the crisp night air. I watched as he laced his petite- yet rigid- fingers into mine.
I smiled so hard I felt my face hurt. I looked down at him- how his eyes searched and wandered at the streets ahead of us. Just like that of a little kid.
A quick movement of his arm wrapping around my waist reminded me of how he was /not/ a little kid. Better yet- a man with desires-

Just
like
me.