Are You Mine? - A Cheating Hawks story

Dabi's Room

Three.

That's how many times I had recalled that I had blacked out in my entire life; the first time I broke a bone, the first time I drank alcohol and one time during sex (long story we are not going into that). In the time that Dabi had cleaned, stitched and dressed my wounds I had doubled that number. The pain was unmatched to anything physical that I had experienced before. After he had finished clearing the last of the equipment away, he sat in front of me once again. I was barely conscious, now lying on my side and breathing heavily, still reeling from the agony. I could just make out a pinch between his eyebrows, concern betraying his calm exterior. "Well done, little mouse," Dabi's hand lightly caressed my hair, shaking slightly, "you earned this rest." The leather of his trousers groaned as he stood once more. My eyelids became heavier, my blinks slower, but I held them open long enough to witness Dabi placing his coat over me as a make-shift blanket. His footsteps faded as he exited the room, and my consciousness faded along-side them.

***

The blissful thing about sleep, is the moment in the void between deep slumber and the waking world. Where you can just...be. Nothing can hurt you.

And then you wake up.

I pried my swollen eyes open reluctantly. The lack of windows in the room made it hard to tell whether it was still night-time, or if the sun had risen hours ago. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the murky shadows, I recalled the events of the previous hours. Snippets of the day played through my mind like a bad b-roll. I felt no emotion as Keigo's unrelenting face appeared; the reservoir of tears had dried up after the dam had broken.

I tentatively sat up when the room had fully come in to focus, aware of the dull ache throughout my body. Looking around, I noted everything looked the same as it had last night. The door was situated behind me; the smallest flicker of light came through a crack that had formed in the old woodwork. Just as I was about to stand, I heard muffled voices. Holding my breath, I tried hard to listen in, wondering if they were talking about me. No luck. I cautiously took to my bandaged feet, an array of protests coming from them with each painful step. The hushed tones became a little clearer as I reached the door.

"-and when that happens, do you know who's going to take the hit? Huh? You will! You'll take the damage and I'll be damned if anyone saves you," I could make out the harsh speech coming from Shigaraki; he sounded pissed. It was followed by an awkward lull, and then some heavy footsteps. "Don't fucking walk away from me, Dabi!" Shigaraki's volume had increased with his anger but the footsteps continued, getting louder as they closed in on the door I stood behind. I stumbled back to the mattress, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. The door rattled open just as my heels made contact with the make-shift bed, almost causing me to tumble. Dabi stomped into the room, an aura of rage swirling around him and filling the small space. Shivers crawled up my back at the sight of him; a mixture of fear and...something else. After he closed the door, he leant against the wooden frame and let out an exasperated sigh; it didn't seem like he had noticed me standing there. His head lulled back, eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths. It was somewhat mesmerising, seeing him in such a vulnerable position.

"Don't think I can't see you staring at me, little mouse."

Oh ssshhhit.

Dabi had caught me completely off-guard. "I-I, um, w-well I..." I looked down in embarrassment as I, once again, failed to articulate anything close to a real sentence. Flustered, I attempted to take a step back, temporarily forgetting that the mattress was behind me. I caught my foot and felt myself succumb to gravity.

Great, not only is he going to think I'm inarticulate, but also a clumsy dumbass!

My body never hit the ground.

This was the second time Dabi had put an arm around my waist in the short time since we had met. His other hand braced against the wall as he held me mid-fall. My breath caught in my throat as smouldering blue eyes bore into me, hovering just inches away. Our bodies were so close that I was scared he would feel my heart as it almost beat out of my chest. It seemed like we were frozen in that moment for an eternity.

"Careful, little mouse," the words came out of Dabi's mouth as a husky whisper, yet it filled the still room like a scream. His breath tickled my lips. A fire ignited within me and every point that our bodies connected burned with a heat that almost overwhelmed me. I bit my lip in an attempt to keep myself grounded and focused, trying not to submit to the wildly inappropriate thoughts racing through my head. I had to remember he was a villain, the bad guy. I shouldn't even be here. Dabi's grip grew tighter around my waist, face approaching closer to mine as my breath hitched in trepidation. Without a thought, my hand flew up to Dabi's chest making him pause in whatever attempt he was making. "W-wait," my voice barely made it above a whisper between my panting. His lazy eyes, now filled with lust, pierced into me as if he were daring me to stop him. "Why, little mouse?" He grinned, "got someone waiting for you at home?"

That comment broke what was left of my already shattered heart.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, refusing to let the images of Keigo's betrayal creep inside my mind again. Too late. A different kind of fire ignited in me this time, vengeance, rage, hatred. "No," I met Dabi's eyes with a challenging gaze, "I've got no-one." Before this new facade could falter, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in; lips only a hairs-width apart. The smugness in Dabi's face faltered for a millisecond before regaining his composure, "well that's too bad."