"If you walk out that door without me, we're through!"

Dabi snorted in amusement as I stood in the doorway, fists balled tight at my sides with Mustard standing behind me, cereal spoon sticking out of his mouth.
"No we're not." The ravonet said with a roll of his eyes, continuing down my driveway, hood pulled over his head. It was extremely early in the morning, and I wasn't doing anything to help his attempt at being inconspicuous.

"O..okay, you're right, we're not, but I'm gonna be pissed if you don't take me with you!" I barked back, probably sounding like a testy lapdog. Waving over his shoulder, Dabi turned, lips pulled into a tight smirk.
"Use that anger and turn it into energy to go out and get the twinky twerp some actual clothes. He looks like a rabid toddler's Barbie doll after playing hair dresser!"

In unison, Mustard and I both flipped him off rather spectacularly, and kept the gesture up until he was well out of sight. As soon as he vanished, I spun around, almost making the younger boy choke on his cinnamon toast crunch.
"Come on. You can wear my dad's hoodie and sweats. I'm not staying here."

He scrambled after me, abandoning his unfinished breakfast on the hall table and nearly tripping on everg second step as we ascended the stairs.
"Ho..hold up! You need to take it easy! Ujiko sa-"
"Do I look like I fucking care what Humpty Dumpty gone wrong said?" I interrupted, bursting into my parent's bedroom and making a beeline to the closet.

"Well, no...but I say so too!" Even in my almost disassociated state, I found Mustard's attempt at being assertive absolutely adorable.
"I know you do, honey. Now, put these on!" After throwing him a set of clothes which he would likely swim in, I marched right back past him, out the door and towards my own room.
"Don't j..just disregard what I say!" He complained, nearly having a seizure when he walked in on me with my shirt partway over my head. "Y..y..you're getting w..way too comfortable around m..me, (Y/N)!"

I literally had no idea what he was on about, continuing to change into a pair of every day clothes.
"I told you to put the clothes on. What, do you need me to dress you?" I clicked my tongue, though my tone wasn't exactly harsh. Not once had I seen that boy's face so red, and he spun in a tight semi-circle on his heel, quaking in a way that seemed to remind me of someone I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Absolutely not..!" He shouted, timidly beginning to strip off, though I didn't pay him any mind. Once I had dressed, and once I had helped the poor child find the head hole in the hoodie, I hurried downstairs, making sure to quickly pet both Nagisa and Karma on the way towards the door. I had been correct when I had assumed Karma would forgive me before dinner. He didn't show any signs of fear anymore, which had come as a relief.

Grabbing one of the several coloured leashes from the hooks by the door, I made a short series of kissy noises, luring Nagisa right over to me. She yapped and licked at my arms as I unbuckled her blue collar, pulling it up around my neck and turning to Mustard.
"Do this up for me, would ya?"

Beyond confused, he did what I asked, one of his eyes squinting as he dropped a brow.
"I'm honestly at a loss right now. Isn't this a little too adulty for my innocent eyeballs?"

This kid knows too much for a thirteen year old...

"I can follow Dabi's trail using my quirk. I need you to look like you're walking me, otherwise I'll probably be picked up by the pound again." I explained quickly, giving his cheek a thank you pinch before jetting back down the hall, soon returning with my father's Gang Orca baseball cap and a medical mask, which Mustard irked at.

"I'm not wearing hero merch." He stated firmly, batting the black and white cap away in disgust. Groaning, I felt my exasperation grow. We needed to leave as soon as possible if I was going to have any chance of tracking Dabi.
"Tadashi Hisoka, if you don't quit the spoiled brat act I will explain, in full detail, what Dabi's dick looks like."

It was super effective.

"How the fuck would you know that?!" The boy gasped, in complete and utter shock. I used that chance to slap the cap onto his head and drag him out the door, hurrying to lock it before clipping the leash to the borrowed collar. "Seriously, how do you know that?! Please don't tell me you bopped his..."

"Bopped it, twisted it, pulled it." I revealed casually, slipping the looped end of the leash into his hand as he choked on his own spit. "Now, just act natural. I'll lead you in the right direction." Choosing to disregard the aching of my joints, I did my typical showy spin; minus the usual zest, and shifted into a carbon copy of Nagisa.

"How am I supposed to act natural when I can see your butthole now..?" Mustard mumbled under his breath, having to jog to keep up with me once I set off. Nose to the ground, it didn't take me long to pick up that familiar, smoky musk, and I locked onto it.

I wasn't sure why I felt more comfortable in a four-legged form, but I didn't argue with the feeling. I just eased into the motions, my claws clicking against the pavement as I sniffed out our target.
"Your tail is wagging..." Mustard pointed out, jogging so he could be by my side. "It's kind of cute..."

No, you.

After consciously wagging it a little more, thumping it against his leg for good measure, my ears pricked up. We had been walking for a good twenty minutes by that point, and Dabi's scent was incredibly strong. Not only his, but the smell of something else that I couldn't quite put my finger; or paw, on.

I know that smell...

At such an early hour, there weren't many people around, but I was picking up voices close by, and I slowed my pace down, which alerted Mustard.
"You found him?" He asked in a whisper, and I nodded my head, slowly creeping further ahead, towards a shaded side street. It wasn't quite an alleyway, but it may as well have been.

"-ou think I should believe a word that comes out of your mouth?" I caught the tail end of Dabi's sentence, and crouched lower to the ground, as though it would somehow help me to hear him better.
"Seriously? Do you really think I'd be standing here chatting to you like this if I had any ill intentions?"

Why do I recognise that voice?

We were right outside the entrance to the side street, now, pressed up against the wall, listening in. Mustard kept a hand on my back, obviously struggling to hear clearly.
"I wouldn't put it past you. You're used to talking your way through shit, so you could be lying to me. I don't waste my time with liars."

The distinct crackle of flames had me on edge. Dabi obviously wasn't buying whatever this guy was selling, and I didn't like the way the meeting was going at all.
"Aw, come on, man...Don't get all fired up just because you've got some trust issues. I get it. I'm sure this seems a little sketchy, but I meant every word I said. I want to support you and the league."

A hero wanting to support us?

Footsteps scuffed at the concrete, and I waited almost impatiently, waiting for more dialogue. If Dabi was up against a hero, I wasn't going to let him fight alone.
"Empty words don't cut it. Your rank tells me enough about you and your morals. This is all just some bullshit ploy to fuck us over." I didn't need to listen to any more to know what was about to happen.

"F..fucking, wait..!" Mustard hissed as I yanked the leash out of his hand, racing around the corner and skidding to a halt beside Dabi, hackles raised and teeth bared. At least they were until I focused on the mystery hero.

Wide, amber eyes blinked at me from behind a shield of glass, and the surprisingly sharp blade of red lowered. No, it wasn't a blade. It was a...feather..?
"Oh, sup Cujo? Run along home, buddy..." He said in a lighter tone, waving his organic weapon in my direction to shoo me off.

HAWKS?!

Dabi pinched the bridge of his pierced nose, nudging me away from his side with his knee.
"Why the fuck am I not surprised you followed me?" He muttered, narrowing his eyes when he noticed my tail flopping back and forth. "Okay, fine, if you wanna help, then sick'im, girl."

I padded forward, lowering the upper half of my body as I continued to wag my fluffy appendage, whining excitedly without even realizing it.

I'm such a big fan! I'm such a big fan!

"Okay, pause for a minute..." Hawks held his free hand up, using the other to slide his feather back into his wing. "...This little fuzzball is yours, huh? She's got spunk!" Upon hearing such praise from one of my favourite heroes, I began to race laps around his legs, panting happily, even though something inside me felt conflicted. Why did I feel like I adored a hero? Shigaraki was against them, and I should have been too, but I was just too excited.

"You're...half right..." Dabi heaved a sigh, snuffing out his quirk and placing a hand on his hip. "Quit acting like an idiot, Tenderfoot. You're interfering with my work." I slid to a stop against Hawks' leg, snorting my disappointment.

Well, I guess I don't have to stay like this anymore...

If I had really taken notice of the pro's expression when I deactivated my quirk, I likely would have laughed, but I was too starstruck.
"I never thought I'd actually get to meet the Hawks! Can you really control every feather individually?! Why do you smell like fried chicken?! Are you actually on our side?!" The questions flew out of my mouth way too quickly, but I didn't care. I had applied to intern with Hawks back when I was a first year, along with my application to Fatgum and other agencies, but I had never heard back. I'd loved him since his debut, and I honestly couldn't believe he was standing right in front of me.

"Tenderfoot, back off. We can't trust him...and you just showed him your fucking face..." Dabi growled, taking a step towards us. I hadn't really thought about it like that, but for once I didn't really give a damn. I'd already dug a villainous hole for myself, so I was more than prepared to throw myself into it.

"Oh, wait, you're the animal chick from the Sports Festival last year." Hawks pointed to me before placing that same hand on my head., causing an odd tingling sensation. "Did you drop out of UA to join the league or something?" There was something in his eyes I could read, and it wildly contradicted his cheery expression. It was almost worry, but not quite.
"Well, not exactly, but I-"

"I said get away from him." I yipped in surprise as I was grabbed by the collar of my shirt, being yanked back to Dabi's side. Mustard was behind us now, too, though he was keeping his distance. "He isn't on our side. Not yet. There's something wrong about this...so stay beside me."

Protective much..?

"Protective much?" Hawks repeated my inner thoughts, shoving his gloved hands deep into his pockets. "How many times do I have to say it, Dabi? I really am on your side of this whole thing. Help me help you. Just tell me what I can do to get you to believe me." Dabi was ready to throw it right back in his face with a verbal; or physical, assault, but I turned before he had the chance, wrapping my arms around his middle.

"He sounds pretty sincere...and Tomura would love the idea of having somebody of his level under his command..." I reasoned, propping my chin against his chest so I was looking straight up at him. "Why not give him a chance, hmm?" Dabi began to get a little flustered as I tried to charm him with my puppy dog eyes, and he threw his head to the side.
"Get off..."

"Oh, I get it now!" Hawks grabbed our attention with his loud voice, a wide grin causing dimples to form in his cheeks. "Dabi charmed the hero right out of you! I mean, I can't blame you, he's got that whole tall, dark and...yeah, the tall and dark thing going on!"

You're making it hard to vouch for you, Hawks...

Surprisingly, the only negative reaction Dabi had was a click of his tongue, and he pried me off of his body.
"Fine. I'll think of a way you can prove that you're not gonna cross us." He said coldly, taking a dominant step forward and igniting the entire left side of his body. "But if you even so much as utter a word about my girl here to anyone...I will personally burn off your wings, slit your throat, and stuff it with the ashes...Got it, birdy?"

My breath was caught in my throat as I stated at my boyfriend, not even reacting when Mustard approached me, tugging my arm to get me to move back. Hawks shot a poorly executed round of finger guns towards the three of us, the smile never leaving his face, even though even the smartest of heroes would know that Dabi's quirk was no joke.
"I wouldn't dream of it, man! She's obviously happy where she's at, so I don't intend on interfering. You two lovebirds and your adopted Gang Orca fanboy have fun! You know how to reach me!"

I was still speechless when he took flight, watching him disappear above the buildings and into the clouds.
"I'm not a fucking fanboy..." Mustard grumbled, hunching his shoulders as he stood beside me, holding my arm. Dabi turned and walked up to us, pushing me to start moving.
"You made me look like an idiot." He growled in annoyance, contradicting himself by slipping his hand into mine.

You...

My fingers twined with his almost desperately, and the feeling of his pulse, thudding slower than my own, had me almost shaking.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked curtly, quirking a brow when I finally lifted my head to meet his ocean eyes.
"Y..you're sexy as all fuck when you're ready to kill..."

"AW COME ON, I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE!"

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***We almost had to evacuate cuz somebody set a fire in the national park behind us, and like a billion fire engines and volunteer vehicles showed up ready to fight for our houses, but they managed to get it under control...so I decided to write about my favourite fire wielder, cuz I totally haven't had enough of fires, right?

Also, Wattpad flagged the full drawing I did of Mustard before I even posted this?? I guess it was his shirt design, but I'm still ticked off. The full picture will be up on my Instagram shortly.

Next time: Three in the bed and the little one said..."OH MY GOD MY FUCKING EYES!"***