Crimson Burn

The news

Hawks POV

BREAKING NEWS
NUMBER ONE HERO ENDEAVOR REFUSES TO SPEAK UP ABOUT THE VILLAIN DABI'S CLAIMS

LONG LOST TODOROKI SON REVEALS HIMSELF AS ALIVE

TODOROKI FAMILY STAYS SILENT AMIDST DABI IS TOUYA TODOROKI CLAIMS

that was all that was on the tv. Every channel, every station, all were covering the story of Dabi being the oldest todoroki and how he revealed himself to the world.
Hawks shut the tv off and set his remote down on the couch. He stretched himself out, allowing his wings to widen. They stretched about ten feet wide, and they hung just above the ground.
He maneuvered his way around the mess in his living room and towards his bathroom. His feet slapping against the hardwood flooring, sticking a little bit every time he took a step.
When he reached the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and wished he hadn't. His ash blonde hair hung in tangled knots and framed his face. His golden eyes were worn down from lack of sleep and stressful hero work. "God you look horrid." He spoke to his reflection. "Well..guess I should shower."
He turned the water on hot and undressed. His reflection hated him.
In the corner of his eye he noticed his backside. He was covered in scars and burn marks that had yet to heal. His encounter with Dabi had almost killed him, and he had almost lost his wings permanently. Guess he had that kid Tokoyami to thank for that. If he hadn't showed up when he did, he would've been a goner for sure. He winced as he felt a sharp pain in his backside. "Gaaahh!" He screamed. He fell to his knees and doubled over. His insides burned and his wings twinged with pain.
"What the hell?!" The stabbing pain in his back made him feel sick, but as soon as it had come, the pain subsided and he was fine. "Seriously?" He retorted sarcastically. "Thanks for nothing."
He fumbled around for the faucet until he finally found it and switched it off. There was no point in showering now. He was to exhausted, angry and to in pain to be able to stand in the shower that long anyway.

Once he had finished in the bathroom he promptly fell to his bed and cozied up into his thick gray comforter. His wings nestled against his back and his bare chest cooled as his fan circled with cold air. He didn't really do much before falling asleep. The most he did was check his phone for any missed messages or he stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours counting every crack he could find.

Hawks loved sleep. It was his favorite past time. But lately, it had been getting harder and harder to do so. He would often find himself struggling with insomnia, or tossing and turning in the night. Sometimes he would wake in a cold sweat, his breathing would become erratic and he would always instinctively reach for his wings, checking to see if they were still there. Which luckily they were.

"Fuck it." He jabbed and reached for the tv remote. "If ya cant sleep, watch tv."
He flipped through every channel he could. Nothing was on, and he was about to give up his search when a headline caught his attention. He turned the volume up.

"Officials say the two bodies have been identified by pro hero Mirko after she discovered the building on fire and rushed to rescue the civilians."
Way to go best friend.
He watched intently.
"As soon as the discovery was made, pros in the surrounding areas were summoned to help with fire and rescue details. So far they report that the two bodies were the only casualties. Their identities have been confirmed as 29 year old Emiko Nagahashi, a receptionist at a law firm, and 37 year old Kuzen Jarou, an unemployed man."

Hawks found himself completely engrossed in the news all of a sudden. He felt bad of course, for the families who lost their loved ones, but also because one particular head line had caught his attention.

Source of building fire is confirmed to be from a fire quirk, most notably, blue flames were seen just before disaster struck. Witnesses report seeing a man in a black coat walking away from the scene. Other defining features of this man were white hair and blue eyes. If anyone has any information regarding this suspect, please notify pro hero Endeavor immediately.

It had to be him. It was the only explanation. "What have you done?" His voice echoed through the empty house. "Whatever." He switched the tv off once more and sent a quick message to mirko.

Mirko
Hey.. saw the news..glad you're ok.
   Read 7:39 pm

Hey. Yeah I'm ok.  Just been a crazy night tonight. 
Read 8:27 pm

He smiled at his phone before shutting it off and turning to his side.
He sighed. "I can't fucking sleep."
His angry breathing might've had something to do with it, but he wasn't really focusing on that at the moment. He snatched his pillow and fluffed it, hoping that would help a little.
It did not.
He finally gave up on comfort and just laid on his side in defeat. He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, which didn't really work, and only pissed him off more.
About two hours later he finally drifted into a deep slumber. His dreams carried him away to another world. One where he didn't have to deal with the responsibility that came with being a pro. A world where he hadn't almost died at the hands of a madman. A world where he could just be himself. Those dreams were his favorite. But lately he'd have a completely different, recurring, nightmare instead.

A hand would reach out to him, holding his fingertips before letting go.
He would fall and keep doing so, never landing, and never stopping.
He would scream until his throat went hoarse, or he lost energy.
Another hand would reach out to him. It would beckon him forth and with hurry.
And he would try so hard to reach for that hand that bathed in the light of the sun.
But no matter how hard he tried to, he always found himself wrapped in the darkness of the moon.
With no hand to hold.
And completely alone.