Game of Traitors | A BNHA Fanfiction

The Traitor's Gala

A/N: Hi everybody! First of all I would like to sincerely apologise for the delay of my recent chapters. School has started for me where I live and since I'm in high school, I understandably have tons of homework to do. Combined with the fact I haven't been in the best place mentally, there's bound to be a late chapter and for that I'm sorry. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Songs for this Chapter:
Diva – Beyoncé
Comme Des Garçons – Rina Sawayama
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My mind is swirling with thoughts. My palms are pressed to my temples and I'm pacing Hawks's styling room as he's standing by the styling chair with his arms crossed. I walk back and forth and back and forth, maybe that'll make the fact I just got kissed feel more like reality.

It still doesn't, in case you're asking.

A light snicker leaves Hawks's lips as a smirk is drawn on them. "So it finally happened, huh?"

I stop in my tracks, my jaw dropped slightly with my eyes widened and my heart racing. The fact he's standing there all smug is making me nervous. I shouldn't have even told him.

"Y–yeah! And I don't know what to do!" I look back down on the ground, pull on my hair and begin to pace the room again while Hawks stays where he is.

"Well. He kissed you so that means something and you kissed him back so that definitely means something. You've got all the cards. So play 'em."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy," I move back and forth, fidgeting with my fingers. I'm like I'm a toy car that won't stop bumping into walls. I take a deep breath, stopping on my tracks as I sigh. "After we...you know...he told me not to speak of it."

"Speak of what?" Hawks's eyebrow raises perplexedly, making my teeth grit nervously.

My hand moves up to my heated forehead exasperatingly. This conversation is making my heart pound rapidly against my chest. "The kiss! He told me—and I quote—'We do not speak of this, got it?'"

Hawks's eyebrows furrow. "Ho–hold up," his hands raise in the air and his lips press into a thin line. He then points to the white door by the wall. "Wait, go change into your suit first, then tell me. Oh...boy."

I head into the connected dressing room with the suit Hawks made for me for the party today. After five tedious and curiosity filled minutes regarding what Hawks wants to tell me, I step out in the floral vest with matching plain trousers, a blazer and a flower crown.

A loud whistle leaves Hawks's lips as I chuckle. "Ooh, ooh okay," he claps his hands together, shutting his eyes and smiling. "Hoo, I'm awesome."

I let out a small laugh. "You are. This suit's really nice, Hawks!"

"Yep. I did a good job. May even be my best work yet."

"You know what, it probably is!"

"Okay," Hawks mumbles. He readjusts himself near my styling chair. "Come sit down. I need to continue what I was saying," he says.

I walk over to the white cushioned chair, cautious as not to rip anything that I'm wearing. I sit down, grasping the armrests as I take a deep breath. "Right..." I mutter.

"Look, I never went through that with Dabi, but let me tell you this; he's either not gay and instead experimenting, or he's very gay and trying to figure out his feelings. Just...if he doesn't want to talk about it, don't pressure him into it before he feels comfortable with coming to you himself. From what Touya's told me, he isn't the most open about his emotions. He can and will make you think ."