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And so, Dabi looked up at the hero, his crimson feathers dropping into the pavement that used to be a street. Of course, that 'street' was nothing but rubble and metal now, but still, Dabi found hope in the hero.
As Hawks arm extended, he also had hope, hope that the villain would take his hand. Of course, he knew this wasn't a story, and he shouldn't have expected Dabi to take the hand, but he did.
Guess this really was some fanfiction' hawks thought. That's what Hawks had thought, till he was suddenly on the ground and suffering from a sudden head ach. "The fu-"
"Shh, may be children around" Dabi joked, laying next to the hero. Granted he was exhausted, but he still laughed. They both did.
"After what just happened" Hawks paused, "I hope not...."