"At least I was honest about it! Jesus, Keigo, grow up and talk to me about it!"

I had been open about what had happened with Dabi, like a good wife should, but now I was dealing with a sulking swaddle of feathers in the far corner of our room. Of course, I knew it was wrong, and I knew it hurt him, but he had no room to talk. 'Anything for the mission' couldn't just apply to him anymore.

"If growing up means being okay with a literal sack of scorched shit tonguing my wife, then I refuse!" Hawks hissed back in a low voice, hunching down even more. "This isn't even your mission...You shouldn't even be here, and now you're actively trying to turn the targets on..."

Heaving a sigh, I approached him, pausing a few faces away from where he sat.
"I've said it before. Your problems became my problems the second we said I do, so don't try to play that card." Realising how harsh my tone was, I softened, crouching down and placing a hand over the curve of one of his wings. "I want to help you, and I know the way I'm trying to is...shitty...but he's falling for it. I'm not going to sleep with him."

He didn't turn around, but his wings fluffed up a little, tickling the palm of my hand.
"But you're still going to do things with him..." He wasn't asking, he was stating what he believed to be a fact, and he wasn't wrong. I'd go that far if the situation called for it, but I did have one other solution. One that could benefit us both a lot more.

"As long as we're here, I'm going to do whatever it takes to bring that fucker down...But...what if we just...leave..? Not just here, but...Japan. Why don't we just run away and-"
"Stop." Hawks flinched and stiffened, his head slightly shaking. "That isn't an option, (Y/N). Don't mention running away ever again."

My name..? It must be a touchy subject...

The last trace of my harsh edges disappearing, I crawled around to force myself between his front and the wall, having to squish myself between his legs.
"Remember, no more secrets. Why? I'll drop it, but I'd like to know." Hawks looked tired, but more than that, he looked anxious. I could see his tongue flicking against the backs of his teeth.

"When you sign a contract with the Commission, it's till death. I had to ask permission to date you. To marry you. If they want me to complete a mission, then I have to complete it, no matter what I have to do to make it happen..." So it hadn't been a spur of the moment proposal? He'd actually thought everything through?

The more I hear about the Commission, the more I get why some of these villains are against us...

Leaning my back against the wall, I took one of his hands in mine, toying with his wedding band, which matched mine.
"What would happen? If we did, y'know, run..?" I questioned softly, noticing how he refused to meet my eyes.
"I'd be given one chance to return. If I refused, then they'd more than likely kill us. It's happened before. Your life is the one thing I can never risk...Not again..."

Hawks leaned his head forward so it rested on my shoulder, and I nuzzled into the side of his hair, tangling our fingers together.
"I'm sorry for suggesting it, then...I love you..." I whispered, silently cursing out both the Commission and Hawks' parents, for selling his soul like that.

We sat in a long, strange silence for a long while, until he finally sat back and met my eyes, though only for a second before they fell back to his lap.
"All I ask...is that whatever you do...you won't tell me about it...I hate the thought of it, but if you really think it's going to work, I won't try to stop you anymore...just...please don't tell me..."

I wish I could think of another way...It's the only real thing I know I'm good at...

"When this is over...and everything goes back to...whatever we'd call normal..." I paused to take a breath, unsure if what I was about to say was really what we'd both need. "...could we...try again..?" Hawks lifted his head instantly, his amber eyes wide and less hazy than they had been.
"Yeah...Yeah, I'd really love that..." He chuckled softly, pulling me into his lap completely and curling his wings around the both of us.

"When this is all over, we'll go back to whatever the flying fuck we'd call normal..."

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He's a man child. That's all he is. A sick, twisted, cunt of a man child...

I was well aware of the strange looks I was getting as I huffed grumpily by the microwave, the timer whirring away, just like my patience. When Dabi had asked me if I could cook, I had assumed he meant actual meals, not three day old nuggets he had recalled seeing in the back of the refrigerator.

"What the hell are you doing? You look like you haven't shat in a month." Glancing to my side, I saw Geten, one of the lieutenants that Twice had pointed out to me. He was a gorgeous young man, but in the words of my self proclaimed tour guide, 'he has the attitude of a horny eunuch'.

"Dabi wanted nuggets, so I'm getting him nuggets." I replied bluntly, not in the mood to chat. My discussion with Hawks had me second guessing my plan, and having to do mundane tasks only added to my frustration. The microwave began to bleep, and I turned around, using a tea towel to take the plate out.

"Pity those are my nuggets. Your stupid boyfriend picked them up for me last time he went out. Thanks for heating them for me." When Geten grabbed hold of the plate, I didn't let go, eyeing him off.
"I'm going to ask you nicely, just once, not to fuck with me today. I'm not in the mood to deal with a pissed off boss." I despised referring to Dabi as my boss, but it fed his desire.

Geten returned my glare with an equally frosty spite. It was common knowledge around the mansion that, whilst he respected the man he called Blueflame, he didn't like him on a personal level at all.
"That isn't my problem. You don't just belong to him, you work under all of us of higher rank. So give me my damn nuggets, woman."

You know what? Fuck it. I don't even care anymore.

Rolling my eyes, I allowed him to take the plate, tossing the tea towel over towards the sink.
"Fine. Have it your way. I'll let him know. Enjoy your food poisoning." Instead of leaving empty handed, I wandered back over to the refrigerator in hopes of finding something to replace the swiped snack, but I was hyper aware of the nugget thief, who stood a few feet away, chewing obnoxiously.

"You have a thing for hot blooded killers, huh?" Irking, I turned and scowled at the villain. He'd flipped his hood up, and honestly, if I hadn't just seen his face, I would've thought he was about to ask if I had any games on my phone.
"Excuse me..?" Raising a brow, I watched him swallow what was more than likely not chicken, and wipe his mouth with the sleeve of his coat.

"A thing for killers. Hawk boy, now Blueflame." Choosing to ignore the obvious lure to get me mad, I honed in on one detail.
"Has Hawks..?" I couldn't even finish the sentence. Of course he hadn't, unless there had been an unfortunate work incident I wasn't aware of.

Geten's chuckle was flat, and he pointed his finger to me, tilting his hooded head a fraction to the side.
"Yes, obviously. I thought you would be aware, seeing as you're his wife. That number three. The fibre manipulation hero. An offering to our cause." My entire body tried to go into shock, but I desperately tried to hide the panic. There was no way Hawks could do that. Not to our closest friend.

"If they want me to complete a mission, then I have to complete it, no matter what I have to do to make it happen..."

I felt horrendously ill, but I was forced to act indifferent. I couldn't slip up in front of someone like Geten.
"Oh, I don't remember him mentioning it. We did have a bit of a break, after all. I'm glad he's doing his part." My own words increased my urge to vomit. Best Jeanist had trusted us. Cared for us. He had been family to us.

Anything for the mission...Remember...He didn't want to...Don't mention it to him...Just forget about it...

"Well, there's nothing Dabi'll eat in here, so I better go break the news about the nuggets." I sighed, closing the refrigerator, but still feeling an icy chill to my skin. "Anything you'd like me to pass on before I leave?" My stomach was tying itself in knots, but I was coping.

"Let Blueflame know that he is weak, and requires more training. That is all." The lieutenant sighed, leaning himself against the counter as I nodded and hastily left the room. Down the hall, I barely made it to the bathroom before the tears began to come out, but my sobs were non-existent. Just silent crying, my face devoid of any emotion when I looked in the mirror.

Just...deal with it. You can't ask about it. You could see he was hurting, and now you know another reason why. Just shut up and do what needs to be done. Finish the fucking mission...then things can finally go back to...whatever the hell normal was...

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***Geten is just a downgraded Kenny McCormick, send tweet

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