From lovers to Enemies- Dabihawks

Part 2

(Not my art)
I'm feeding you well tonight, aren't I? I couldn't wait to post the second part to the cliffhanger so... stay tuned for part 3

Hawks never thought he would find himself praying to wake up in an alley, but just this once, he wholeheartedly did. However, his wishes weren't met the way he wanted for them to be. When he opened his eyes, his head so disoriented and body aching from top to to, he didn't even know who he was.

For a solid two minutes, he just laid still, eyes squinted barely open.

In the process of lifting his head, he was suddenly made aware of something laying on his face. He blindly reached his hand up to feel it, cringing by the touch upon feeling the cool wetness the unit emitted. A washcloth? But who...

With a newfound energy greeting him, Keigo moved to push himself up. The washcloth fell to the side and golden brown eyes squinted to slits in order to peer across the room.

It was dark and gloomy, but a subtle clirring from the corner told him he wasn't alone.

"Now, now, Keigo.. why are you in such a haste? you're unwell" a dark and eerie voice spoke from the shadows. It almost sounded like... no, it couldn't be.

The blonde hero turned to where the voice came from, and a pair of sharp blue eyes greeted him.

"Dabi-"

"Lay. Down"

He didn't have the power to withstand him, he knew that. He was captured, hunted down and pressed up into a corner with no room to escape.

He laid down, giving in both to his body's screaming protests as well as the villains stern command.

He was as stiff as a plank, staring dully up at the ceiling. He could feel the washcloth return to press against his feverish skin, and he startled upon seeing the other so awfully close.

Dabi had stepped up to the tall bedside, not sparing him a second glance. "Quite different from the usual meetings, isn't it? You're lucky I realised how weak you were, the others wouldn't have hesitated to kill you off this time"

Keigo craned his neck, winching in pain as blood flowed into his head and pounded against his skull. "Why didn't you? You're one of them.."

Dabi shut his mouth, holding an antique looking mug in his hands as he warmed it with sparks of blue flames. It was cracked, rough in texture and flimsy looking. He blew on the beverage inside once it was heated up significantly, and then nonchalantly placed it aside.

"Because I'm more than just a part of the league"

Keigo stared at him in disbelief. Who did this man think he was? So cocky and blatant, mysterious and careless.

Sure, he had been the one Keigo had been conversing with whilst he cooperated with the league on a mission, but still... that alone didn't give any solid ground for the two of them to be friends, did it?

"Wh-why.. Why are you doing this then?" The winged man choked out through his dry throat, gulping painfully as he awaited a response.

Dabis hand came to a stop by his face, his fingers barely trailing along Keigos smooth cheek. It was like an act of affection, but carried along a terrifying notion when the hero was so aware of who the hand belonged to.

"Why?" The black haired man repeated his question, placing his hands on the side of the bed Hawks was stretched across. "Well, because I missed you, birdbrain.. don't tell me you've forgotten what we had.. I tried to tell you before, but-" Dabis words were cut off once Hawks' brain short circuited from a flare of comprehension, and his mouth fell open.