It wasn't until the next day that Dabi moved from the bean bag on the floor. He'd spent the whole night there, staring up at the ceiling and going over the truth he'd told Dek- Izuku. He knows he was Touya. He knows why he hates Endeavor so much. He knows everything that he's kept locked away for eight years. After all this time, his secret is out there and with the one person who everyone would believe if he spilled. Revite's a trusty source. He's hoping he's a trusty secret keeper too despite his whole mantra of letting the public know the truth.

That night he'd spent hours agonizing over how his next talk with Izuku will go. He'll want answers, something more than the single cryptic line he'd given him. He knew he was Touya now but what did that mean? He'd be foolish to not at least talk about it with him but when? How? What would he even say? 

He can't even begin to explain his past. How does he tell Izuku that he used to idolize the very man he's now trying to kill? How does he speak of years of suffering and pain that at first he'd mistaken for pride and love? Can he even force the words out, words he's been looking for years for? What hope does he have explaining it all to Izuku when he's still trying to make sense of it all himself?

There was so much that happened when he was younger, it's hard to remember it all. Things had started out fine. Or at least he'd thought they were fine. He didn't always get to see his siblings but he hadn't cared that much. All he ever wanted was to make his father proud and yet every training session with him, he came out of it will more burns than before, words of disappointment still ringing in his ears. That was all his life had been. Eat, train, study, train, eat, sleep, repeat. He'd been fine.

Then Shouto came along. Poor poor Shouto who was just so perfect. Before he got his quirk, Dabi had been the best, the golden child but still not enough. When he was twelve, his brother got his quirk and he was tossed aside. He saw his family for what it really was. Broken. 

His anger grew and grew until one day he had enough. Enough of walls more like prison cells, training that was more like torture and relatives that were closer to being people he happened to live with than actual family. He'd ran away, but not like a coward. He ran away so he could come back stronger, better than his father. And then he'd take away the thing most precious to him, his life. 

But De- er, Izuku got in the way of that. He'd played him, he's sure of it. Wormed his way into his life with the idea that he was going to help him kill Endeavor and instead made him soft. He can't say he hates it. He'll still get his revenge but. . . he's thinking that not dying with Endeavor isn't such a bad idea anymore. He wouldn't mind sticking around for the kid. Even if he is annoying. 

Speaking of which, how the actual fuck did he get real name privileges now? Not just real name, but first name. Sure, he thinks of the kid as a younger brother of sorts but doesn't mea- shit. Has he gone so soft he's thinking of someone as his younger brother? Ew. 

Point is, he dumped a bunch of trauma and a big reveal onto Izuku (who, knowing him, probably had his suspicions for at least a week now) and his response was to tell him his first name. The kid does realize that's not normal? Was he trying to say something? Is that his way of showing he still cares about him and. . . and that this doesn't change anything. His way of saying thanks for opening up about something?

He'll deny it till he dies, but something in his chest pulled at the thought. People don't care for him like that, and why should they? Like, look at him. He's a vigilante who looks like he stappled purple sand paper to his face. Yet Izuku doesn't seem to care. It's a first and he can't be blamed for being surprised. He's never cared about someone like this, not even his own siblings. They had never been much of a family but Izuku feels like a brother. 

That's what had him fretting in the middle of the night before he conked out on his bean bag and was rudely woken to the sound of banging on his door. He was going to stab whoever is on the other side of that door. He's sleeping in here! There's a reason he doesn't have an alarm clock and the banging is ruining that. 

He haphazardly rolled himself off of the bean bag, not caring that his shirt he'd thrown off in the night was still laying on the floor as he made his way to the door. He ran his hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face so he could see when he yanked the door open. He came face to face with a shocked, golden eyed man who's fist was raised as if about to knock again. 

Dabi is not a morning person. He's quite grumpy all the time but it's worse at any hour before twelve. Keeping that in mind, he's also a worse human being when in the presence of annoyingly hot fucks with wings and hero complexes. Put them both together and he just might kill the next person to so much as look his way. He feels bad for the world today as Hawks blinks at him from the other side if his door at 9:30 am. 

"You have ten seconds to explain why your knuckles acted as my alarm this morning or my knuckles will act as your ticket to the underworld," he snarled as a glare reached his face. 

Hawks didn't seem to be computing anythings as he blatantly stared at him. Gold eyes flicked from his face to his bare chest. Those same eyes widened and Dabi felt like punching him in the face. Hawks' gaze remained pinned on his chest, probably looking over the scars that wound around his back and front. He's looked in the mirror, he knows it looks like he rolled in purple bacon and it stuck. 

He grit his teeth. "What are you staring at?" If the asshole's thinking about his scars he might as well spit it out. Yeah, they're weird but he doesn't need to stare, or at least do it subtly. If he's going to make it so obvious then might as well speak up about it. He glowered. "Oi! Bird brain, you done staring at me or do I need to slap you out of it?"

The heroes eyes snapped up to meet his own before he face flushed a slight shade of pink. Weirdo. Hawks awkwardly laughed and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Uh, could you repeat that?"

Of fucking course he didn't catch what I said. "Why the fuck are you at my flat?"

"Oh. Right." Hawks grinned, his weird composure from before now gone. He lifted his other hand, showing off a case of plastic water bottles. "I brought the water I promised. Also, Revite said I needed to help you with something?"

That, right. Forgot about that. He's going to kill Izuku later (or maybe just charlie horse him).

He groaned and snatched the water bottles from Hawks before walking back into his flat with the bird following him. He set the water down on the table, taking a bottle out and unscrewing the cap. He took a swig then stared at the bottle. He glanced at Hawks. "Aren't you a hero? Why are you using non-reusable plastic? You're supposed to save everyone, not kill off the planet."

"I'm sorry that I was kind enough to get you water," Hawks sarcastically drawled. He wasn't looking his way (for some reason) but Dabi knew he was rolling his eyes. "Would you have preferred I brought you water in a bucket."

"Yes. Vive la environment or whatever the fuck people say." 

Hawks pressed his hand to his face. "That's not-- Look, bringing you buckets would have given you a disease. You can't have water sitting in the open in a dirty place like this."

He chucked one of the water bottles at his head. He said, "My flat's not dirty, bird brain."

"It is," he argued. "It's covered in dust and you own five pieces of furniture, one of which is a lamp that doesn't turn on because you don't pay your electricity bills."

Wow. He really just came into his home and insulted it. Would Izuku mind if he killed him? Probably, fuck.

He scowled and set down his water before shoving past Hawks towards the door. He yanked it open, ready to walk out. He glanced back at Hawks. "You coming or are you going to stand there uselessly?"

The hero seemed baffled and he stared at Dabi confused. His face flushed again and his eyes darted away. "Uh, you're still not wearing a shirt."

Dabi looked down and sure enough, his top was gone. He groaned and stuck his hand out in Hawks direction. "Pass it here asshat and then we can ditch this place and go dig around for some information."

Hawks picked his shirt up of the ground next to his bean bag and tossed it to him. He caught it and slipped it over his head, pulling his arms into the sleeves. When he was done, he turned back to Hawks who seemed to be staring at him again. He scowled. Asshole should just say the scars weird him out. 

Aggressively Dabi kicked open his door and stormed out, hoping the bird would follow him (only because Izuku told him he needs to come). He did and they walked to Dabi's destination in silence. Dabi found himself not being as annoyed by his presence as he normally would be and that thought made him frown and clench his fists. 

It's stupid that he has to get used to the bird. He's starting to admit that Hawks is useful, sure. He's close with the commission and Endeavor which makes him good for information. He gets that. What he doesn't get if why he has to come on information runs. It's hard enough getting gossip by himself, but with a another person people don't know, a person who is a hero, makes it so much harder. There's no purpose bringing him along, as far as he knows. He trusts Izuku has a plan but, fuck, if he could fill him in on it then that might be a little nice. 

Now, as they're walking to the Tavern for information, Dabi wonders what that plan of Izuku's might be. Hawks seems smart. He has to be if he's number three. He's kind, the perfect example of hero complex. He's always trying to save people. Heck, he's working with Revite to 'make the world a better place'. There's plenty of standard good qualities about Hawks but Dabi feels like there's more to the dorky bird man. Something he doesn't make known. It's almost as if he's always wearing a mask. 

Dabi realizes with a start that Hawks is whistling. It's a light tune, one he shockingly recognizes. It's some song from an old popular American band. Their name has something to do with insects. The Bugs? He swears it started with a B. 

He tilts he head slightly so he can catch a glimpse of Hawks. The hero doesn't seem to be paying attention to the world as he whistles. His eyes are training directly in front of him while he strides down the side walk at his side, golden irises out of focus like he's zoned out. Dabi watched him kick a rock or two as they walked, his whistling never faltering, and Dabi too found himself zoning out. 

The sun had risen decently high in the sky for almost ten in the morning, rays of light beaming down on them. It made Hawks hair look less of a dirty blond and instead more pale, lighter. Dabi never noticed before the many textures of his wings, how all the feathers were different sizes but still held the rich red colour. He was pretty in his own intriguing way. 

Wait. Fuck. No. He did not just call Hawks pretty. He knows the guy's hot, he has fucking eyes but he is not pretty. He doesn't think people are pretty and definitely doesn't think Hawks of all people could be pretty even if the sun flatters him or his whistle is strangely nice and kind of alluring and- oh for fucks sake. This is all Izuku's fault. He doesn't know how yet but he will find a way to blame the gremlin. 

He felt his face contort into a scowl as he shoved his hands into his pockets, starting to regret not grabbing his jacket when they left his flat. The pockets in that are so much better. And perhaps there's always the plus side of being able to hide his face in the collar. Not that he needs to hide his face. There's no reason to hide his face. 

And because he's a spitefully asshole (and proudly so), he stuck his foot out so Hawks tripped. The hero stumbled over his foot, eyes widening as he was pulled out of his head. He managed to catch himself but still scrambled to stay on his feet. Dabi huffed at the failed attempt when Hawks turned to him with a sharp, "What the fuck?"

An incoherent grumble left his throat as he continued to stride past Hawks, now in front of the Tavern entrance. He gestured to the door. "We're here. Same as last time, stick close to me and don't talk to anyone unless I give you the all clear."

"Yeah yeah. I get it," he said. 

Dabi held open the door and gestured for him, gesturing for him to enter. He smirked. "Ladies first."

"Thank you," he replied, ducking his head. "Clearly you haven't spent enough time around women to know that's a compliment."

The smirk on his face dropped immediately as he followed Hawks inside. He knows women are strong, fuck him. He's faced Fuyumi's wrath too many time to not know that. Hawks can stop pretending to be perfect and teasing him now. Fucker. 

As they entered, Dabi was surprised to find it more packed than usual. The smell of smoke was more intense than usual as he paced across the room to the bar, plopping down on the first open stool. Hawks took a seat next to him, his eyes flickering cross the room as his wings seemed to fold in on themselves. 

A frown reached his lips as he glanced at where Hawks hands were balling up the cloth of his pants, knuckles white. His foot wouldn't stop tapping and a single feather floated slightly off of his wings in preparation for attack. It was all subtle, unnoticeable if you weren't looking for it. 

Is Hawks nervous? No that's not it. He's on guard. 

Dabi kicked at his shin with his foot under the bar. Hawks' eyes snapped to his. He narrowed his eyes. "What's the matter? Quit being so tense or people will get suspicious."

"I'm trying," Hawks muttered to him in a low whisper that was barely heard above all the other talking and music. "Don't you think people will recognize me?" 

He snorted, and waved at one of the bartenders so they could get him a drink. "Oh yeah. They'll recognize you."

"Then why-"

"But no one cares," Dabi cut him off. He jerked his head in the direction of a group a dozen feet away from them. "In that little huddle I can make out at least three heroes. This place isn't for villains. It's for information. Like I said, anyone who's anyone comes here to get what they want. It's neutral turf. If someone starts a fight, they're band." 

"How many times have you been kicked out then?" Hawks asked, his shoulders seeming to release tension by a hair. 

"Haha, very funny." The bartender had came over and handed him the generic drink and Dabi nodded at him in acknowledgment before sipping it. "I've been kicked out once because I was yelling at the TV."

The memory from when he first saw Izuku on TV standing next to Endeavor resurfaced in him mind. It's strange thinking about how back then all he'd wanted to do was kill Izuku. He wanted him gone from the world so he wouldn't have competition when it came to taking Endeavor down now he's, well, almost like family. Or what he thinks family is supposed to be. 

Hawks snickered. "Sounds like you."

Sounds like you. 

He felt like something hit him in the chest. His first thought was to punch Hawks in the face for assuming he knows him but thought better of it. His next was to question if Hawks maybe does know him. In eight years, no one has ever gotten close to him. He barely talked with anyone unless it was for information and now he talks to Izuku and Hawks regularly. Hawks' interactions with him are forced but still, he knows more about him than most people. It feels like a stretch to say he knows him. He doesn't know him but he can say he knows his personality, his typical behaviors even. The guy saw him throw up for the sake of all gods. 

"Yeah, whatever," he said, turning his gaze away. 

There was a moment of silence before Hawks spoke again. "So, why did I have to disguise myself last time?"

"Because that girl wouldn't have told you anything about Harmony is she knew you were a hero. Heroes and villains are allowed here but doesn't mean they have to tell each other everything," Dabi answered. Brown eyes met his from across the bar and he forced a sly grin. "Ah. Just the guy I was looking for."

Katou approached him and leaned against the bar. He beamed. "'Sup Dabi."

"Don't ever say 'sup again." He snarled. He pointed to the bartender with his thumb. "This is Katou. Katou, I trust I don't have to tell you who this is." 

The man smiled, eyes running over Hawks before he stuck his hand out for him to shake. "No you don't. I didn't know you were into the heroic type. Please to meet you Hawks-san."

"Uh, ditto." Hawks shook his hand, clearly off put by his demeanor for a quick second before he regained his composure. 

Katou grinned wickedly and Dabi wanted to roll his eyes. That's the thing about Katou. He puts people off, tricks them till they like him and then rolls up to their house asking for favors. He's a weasel all right but Dabi can't blame him. Everyone does their own thing to survive. 

"Katou owns the Tavern," he explained. "If you want to know something, he's got you. The only person better at finding shit out is Mizuki."

"Fuck you. I'd be better than her if it weren't for her damn quirk," Katou complained and shot the tooth pick he'd been chewing on at him. 

Dabi really did roll his eyes this time. He wouldn't put up with this idiot if he wasn't useful. "You wouldn't be anything without your own quirk either."

The interaction must have been amusing because the corner of Hawks lip ticked up slightly and for some reason Dabi didn't mind. The bird leaned towards him and whispered, "What's his quirk?"

"He can see through shit. Don't bother lying about anything because he'll see your heart start to beat faster."

"Huh. That is useful."

"No shit."

"If you two are done whispering," Katou interrupted, as he placed a cigarette in his mouth, talking around it, "I'd like to know what brings you here today? A good time or business?"

Hawks glanced at him, waiting for his answer. Dabi sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket. He slid it across the counter, cracked screen and all. "For starters, replace this." Katou picked up the phone, flipping it over in his hands. Spiderweb cracks spread across the entire screen. The bartender nodded and tucked the phone under the counter, holding up a single finger to indicate he'd give him a new one in a bit. "Secondly, do you have any information that might be useful to Revite?"

"Oh, you're still hung up on that?" Katou asked, earning a strange look form Hawks. He smiled and leaned closer. "Lucky for you, I do know a few things. You see, lately there's been some rumors about your partner. He's creating quite the name. Actually, a few people are looking for him."

This was nothing new but it still left him struggling to keep his expression neutral, something that normally comes easily. Someones been looking for Izuku since just before the USJ and he wants to know who. It could be the commission, other villains, heroes, even a civillain. He can't let them find him. 

Dabi feigned boredom, taking a long sip of his drink before speaking. "You wouldn't happen to know who this person is, would you?"

Katou shrugged. "Not entirely. I do know a girl though. She apparently knows who's looking for Mr Rev. She's not in town today but I can send you the details for when she could meet up with you."

"Anything else?"

"Yes. Whoever's looking for Revite is serious about it. Word spreads fast around here, and right now people are talking about reward money for handing over your little friend." He blew smoke from his lips after taking a drag of his cigarette. "Tell Mr Rev to be careful, kay? This person is very very dangerous."

The knuckles on his hands paled as his fingers curled into fists, stomach dropping. Of course the reckless idiot not only puts himself in danger but also has people trying to endanger him. He can't let anyone get to Izuku. Even if he didn't care for him, it also ruins all their plans. Without Revite there's no Endeavor take down, there's no destruction of the hero system. 

"Is that all Dabi?" Katou's worlds jolted him out of his thoughts. 

He glared. "No."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Hawks watching him diligently, looking for some sort of crack in his mask. He hoped he didn't look as desperate and angry as he felt about all this. He has to protect Izuku because no one else knows what it is he really does. No one but him knows who he truly is, both of his identities. 

Hawks must have noticed his falter in what to say, and spoke up instead. "What else is there on Revite. What are people saying? Who's siding with him and who isn't?"

Katou practically lit up. "I don't know about Dabi, but surely you have seen the news? Revite, oh man, he's doing something all right. The protests haven't eased up since the article on Conium. I'd go as far as to say they've doubled. The commission is scrambling to make their next move. They've got all the top ten heroes increasing their security, though you'd know that. They're scared, rightly so. Revite's a threat to them. 

"As for who's siding with who, you'd be surprised. The villains are split. Half are glad to see the fall of heroes and agree with Revite. The others are angry for what he did at the USJ. Shigaraki is not someone you mess with, ya know? The heroes on the other hand, nearly any hero below the top hundred rankings practically shouts the name Revite like he's a god. Still, quite a few heroes are ready to see the vigilante gone. 

"You should be proud Dabi. Your name's spreading too. When Alloy let slip your appearance, people started to put it together. You should hide your face more or else someone might snag you to get information." Katou waved around his cigarette as he chuckled. "To think my friend is now one of the more wanted people in the country."

Dabi glared at him. "You're not my friend."

Eyes that were brown flashed silver and Dabi knew he was using is quirk to check his heart. Katou sighed. "I guess not. Anything else you want to know?"

"Yeah," Dabi said, now remembering what he'd been meaning to ask. "How's the search for Charlie going?"

His eyes widened at that, seemingly caught of guard. "The European fellow? So far no one's found him. Real shame, he dealt the best information. One time he helped me with this-"

"Stay on topic."

"Right." He cleared his throat. "Suppose you know he went missing 'bout a week ago. Last time anyone saw him, he was here chatting with some dude about something super secret. He was acting weird. Said something about being close to figuring somethin' out. Next day he was gone. Found his jacket torn up a few blocks from here."

Hawks and himself shared a glance. The bird leaned forward with interest and asked, "What exactly did he figure out?"

"I don't know." Katou held his hands up defensively. 

"Bullshit," Dabi said. "I haven't burnt this place down yet but I won't hesitate if you say."

"Jeez! Fine. He was going on about finally hacking a system. He kept saying that 'the people will finally know' and all that jazz. Someones hiding something, and he found it out. Not too different from Revite." 

No. Not too different at all. His mind raced. He hadn't known Charlie outside of business. He'd given him information of shipping schedules so he could hijack food from semi trucks and had also been the one to tell him about someone sneaking around the Todoroki manor when he met Izuku. Of all the information dealers he knows, Charlie was the most trust worthy, even if he occasionally mixed Japanese with English. 

It'd be no surprise he someone kidnapped him for information but there's too many similarities between him and Revite to simply look over. At one point even Dabi had thought he was Revite until he met Izuku. 

Dabi pushed his empty glass towards Katou. "That'll be all. Now get me that phone."

"All right, all right. Chill," Katou said as he pushed himself off from where he was leaning on the bar and heading to the back room. "Give me five minutes!"

Once the door to the back closed behind him, Hawks turned on Dabi. His eye were narrowed, suspicion residing in them. "Revite and Charlie tied together somehow?"

"Yep," Dabi mumbled. He took that moment to reach into Hawks' pocket and pull out his wallet. The bird man let out an accusatory Hey! but Dabi ignored him as he pulled out five hundred yen and placed it on the counter. He took out an additional five thousand yen and stuffed it in his pocket. He slid the wallet back. "Thank you."

Hawks glared and held out his hand expectantly. "Give it back, vigilante."

"Villain," he tacked on out of habit, even if it's not so true anymore. "And no. You owe me from that bet and you're paying for drinks."

"I didn't drink anything!" He complained. "You have your own money. Pay for yourself."

He flipped through the five thousand yen. "Correction, I don't have my own money. I'm flat broke."

"How do you pay for your clothes? Your food?"

"Stealing, also stealing and occasionally Deku gives me grocery money," he replied. 

A frown tugged at Hawks lips. "Who's Deku?"

Oh shit. How does he explain this. He could just brush it aside, say he's some random guy. At least he didn't say his first name. Dabi was about to answer when Katou came to the rescue, barreling through the back door with a phone in his hand. He leaned over the bar counter and held it out to him. 

"New phone, curtsy of the great Katou." He bowed mockingly then straightened again. "I downloaded all the information from your old phone onto this one. Don't worry, I didn't peak at anything. I know your phone storage is incredibly bland."

Without looking at Hawks reaction, Dabi snatched the phone from him, turning it over in his hand. Everything seemed to be in order. This is the only reason why he'll ever put up with Katou. He's resourceful, even if not trustful. 

He nodded to the informant."Payment?"

"Because I like you, five thousand yen." Dabi handed him the five thousand he'd stolen from Hawks. Katou grinned. "Great, though I do have one more request. Give me just little information in return."

Information? He can't give any without Izuku's permission. He doesn't know what's safe to reveal. He didn't get a chance to come up with any bullshit before Hawks spoke up. 

"The commission knows about this place," Hawks said. He glanced around the room. "I'd relocate before the twentieth of next month."

Katou fell silent, his ever persistent smile finally dropping. "Oh," was all he managed before walking away, calling over his shoulder, "Thanks for the heads up. Later Dabi. . . probably."

Hawks was quick to grabbed his arm and yank Dabi off his chair and out the door. Hawks only let go of him once they were outside. He glared at him. "Oi, why'd you drag me like a dog." 

"You say that like you didn't do the exact same thing to me last time," he argued. He started to walk away from the Tavern and Dabi made quick to follow him. "I'm sorry to drag you out but I didn't want to get caught. I lied back there so we wouldn't have to give up any useful information. I'm pretty good at controlling things like keeping my heart rate down but I was hoping if I failed to conceal that than at least Katou would be too surprised to say anything. We had to get out of there before he realized, if he ever does." 

Begrudgingly, he has to hand it to him, that's not the dumbest idea he's had. He crossed his arms over his chest. He's definitely analytical enough to be a top hero. Could the guy be bad at something, for Dabi's sanity? It's getting harder and harder to hate him. He feels like smashing someones face into a wall and then burning the evidence. 

He hugged hugged his arms, huffing. "Fine. . . good thinking, I guess."

Hawks seemed to glance at him and Dabi quickly morphed his expression into a scowl. Stupid bird. He hopes he didn't take the compliment the wrong way. He's still annoying and a naive hero. Dabi was startled as something warm was placed on his shoulders. He tensed, ready to attack whatever just touched him when he saw Hawks place his coat on him. "You looked cold."

He scowled and yanked the jacket off before shoving it into his chest. "I'm not cold! I don't get cold with my quirk! Take your shitty jacket back!"

Shrugging, Hawks slipped the jacket back on, having to undo two zippers at the back so his wings could fit. "Suit yourself."

Fuck him. Of course he has to have the most annoying hero complex ever. Saving him from having to spill a secret back in the tavern, getting him water, offering up his coat. Annoying piece of shit. He can be nice all he wants, it doesn't redeem him for being a hero. 

"Um, do you think you could ask Revite to meet us back at your flat. I have something important I want to talk to him about," Hawks said. He was fidgeting and Dabi stared at the action of him twisting his fingers together. For a hero, he fidgets more than he'd of expected. 

He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the side walk as the walked back to his flat. "Just text him." 

"It's kind of too important for over texts."

Eyeing Hawks suspiciously, he contemplated it. It must be important if it's getting him all worked up. Izuku's at his intern till two today (does he ever go to school?) and it's almost a quarter till. He could swing by the flat, maybe. He said he be busy but. . . 

"Fine." He pulled out his phone, opening his texts. 

Me:
Stop by my flat after ur intern
It's important

Izuku:
Sure

Me:
Aren't u working? How did u answer?

Izuku:
Desk work 2day
Sutorimu's going to catch me soon
See ya

He told he'd drop by soon and then they walked in silence. It was nice. Dabi always liked silence more than talking. Talking meant dealing with people and thanks to his family, he's never been very good with that. Since having Izuku around, he's gotten used to someone else doing all the talking. The gremlin never stops making noise, even if he doesn't realize it.

"Oh hey," Hawks said suddenly, breaking the silence,"I never got to ask but how'd you break your phone?"

So he wants to make conversation? Isn't that nice. "Revite texted. He wanted me to bring you along. I threw my phone at the wall."

Hawks laughed. His grin was infectious and Dabi couldn't stop the sly smirk that creeped across his lips. The hero's laughter died down and he shook his head. "I'm really that annoying to you, huh? It's cool that you put up with me for Revite. You care about him a lot." 

"What? No," he snarled. 

"Uh, yeah. You do." Hawks poked his side which caused Dabi to light his finger and fire and point it threateningly at him as a warning to not touch him again. "You should have seen your face when Katou mentioned Revite being in danger. You looked ready to burn down the place and then run away to lock him in a safe room." The worst part is he can't deny that was exactly was he'd been thinking of doing. Hawks doesn't understand. He can't let him get hurt. Hawks continued to pester. "Are you guys, like, brothers or something?"

He hesitated. They're telling everyone they're brothers. What's one more person? "Yeah."

"Nice. I wish I had a sibling. Especially one you cares about me like you do Revite."

"Shut up, duck."

"I'm not a duck," he said defensively. 

Dabi eyed him up and down before saying, "Yeah, I know. Ducks are cooler."

"Name one thing ducks can do that I can't."

"They wouldn't hesitate to try and beat the quack out of a villain like myself."

Hawks snorted at the pun. "Vigilante, and fuck off. Be happy I haven't thrown your burnt ass in jail yet."

"Yeah, whatever." He wasn't smiling. 

Maybe Hawks isn't so bad.

[A/N: *screams*]