Aren't y'all spoiled? Four updates in one day to make up for not updating lolz. This is the last one btw-

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Dabi stretched and glanced around the room before grabbing a new pair of pants and t-shirt. He changed quickly, considered putting on his usual jacket but changed his mind, thinking that it was far too recognizable for him to risk wearing anywhere near a hero's corporation. Instead he put on a black hoodie. He also grabbed the glamour he would need out of his usual jacket's pocket and put it in his hoodie's pocket instead.

"How long does it take you to get changed?" Dabi called through the bathroom door.

Hawks opened it, dressed in a red sweatshirt and denim jacket over that and jeans.

"Not that long!" Hawks objected, ruffling his wings in annoyance.

Dabi rolled his eyes. "Yeah sure. Let's go," he nodded toward the door, gesturing for Hawks to go first.

Hawks didn't move. "Where are we going? What are we doing?"

Dabi sucked on his teeth, thinking. Could he tell Hawks right now? Did he trust him enough?

Nope.

"You'll see," Dabi reached out for Hawks' arm to pull him out the door, but Hawks dodged his arm.

"No. Tell me," he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest, bottom lip jutting out slightly and his eyes narrowing just the tiniest bit- an obvious sign of 'I'm not moving until I get the information I want.'

Dabi bit the inside of his cheek then sighed. "Fine. There's a group of hero's working to create a device that can track powerful quirks. We have to dispose of their plan- whether that be by eliminating the hero's or eliminating the project."

Hawks' eyes flashed with recognition, but he quickly covered it up. If Dabi hadn't been watching closely he wouldn't have noticed. "Oh. Ok."

Dabi considered questioning the hero about it but changed his mind. "We need you to get me in."

Hawks bit his lip. "Okay... but I actually think I know where this project is happening if we are where I think we are. I need my phone to get us in."

Dabi scoffed. "Nice try birdie. It's not that easy."

Hawks glared at him but didn't try to push it. Instead he just mumbled, "fine."

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Dabi and Hawks arrived before a huge grey building, large double doors snapped tightly shut with a large lock. Dabi could only imagine how many traps were laid out inside. He couldn't shake the feeling that Hawks had somehow gotten a message out to them or that someone would recognize him.

He gripped the vial in his pocket that contained the glamour he would be using. Do I take it now? Toga said it would only last two hours... I have to wait longer.

Glamours were hard to come by. Toga had only just managed to convince her so called top-secret dealer. Technically speaking, glamours were drugs- and illegal without a prescription but that hardly bothered Dabi. They gave you a high feeling and- just to add to the pleasure- changed what you looked like and sounded like. But, like almost any drug, they were dangerously addictive. Dabi hadn't ever had a problem with them before, nor had anyone else in the league who had needed to use them, but he didn't like to take too many of them. He'd only used a glamour twice before. Toga didn't need them because of her quirk- something Dabi had noticed was strangely similar to the glamour but had decided against mentioning to the blonde as she was always a little extra psychotic whenever they needed glamours- and the other members had only used them once or twice as well. Twice himself- ironically- had only used them once.

Hawks hesitated as they got even closer to the building.

"What?" Dabi asked.

Hawks turned to him. "I actually do need my phone to get in."

Dabi narrowed his eyes at him. "Fine. But if I find out you're lying to me..." Dabi let a tiny flame flicker to life and dance around his palm.

Hawks rolled his eyes at the fire, surprising Dabi. The villain quickly hid his reaction and handed Hawks his phone.

"Thanks," Hawks grabbed it. "Hey- where's my popsocket?"

Dabi thought back to the night before when he had torn off the popsocket and dropped it in the trash dispenser- the only suitable place for any sort of Endeavor merch.

"No clue. You had a popsocket?" Dabi said, fighting back a chuckle as Hawks' eyes narrowed.

"Did you throw away my popsocket?" Hawks demanded, foot stomping on the ground.

Dabi fought the urge to howl with laughter. "No, of course not," he chuckled out. Oops, didn't mean to laugh.

"Dabi!" Hawks exclaimed, smacking Dabi's arm lightly. "Come on, I liked that one! Do you know how hard they are to find?"

Dabi couldn't help it. He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand, aqua eyes sparkling with mirth.

"You'll survive," he choked out, gulping down his laugh.

Hawks tutted and opened his phone to an app with no title, just a blank red box.

The doors opened and Dabi pulled his hoodie down tighter over his face, sliding slightly behind Hawks and slipping his hands into his pockets, gripping the cool vial that contained the glamour. He'd need it once inside, but using it out here was too risky- what if the few minutes it took to enter the building made a huge difference?

"Pro-hero Hawks. State your business." a disembodied voice floated out from the building. Dabi noticed with a chill that the doors were blocked with pale white laser beams.

"I'm here on a mission from the Commission. Me and my associate need to check out the progress for the project in this building. If you need a check of my authority, feel free to contact Kenji Takahashi." Hawks answered.

The voice responded almost immediately. "And the usual identification?"

Hawks sent a small feather to the doors and answered back with, "Pro-hero Hawks. Quirk: Fierce wings. Age: twenty-two. Schooling: Private Industry. Ranked at number two at the current time and my lowest rank I've had was fifteenth."

"Code?" the voice asked.

"Sixty-nine, six thousand two hundred sixty-three, forty-seven, forty-two thousand nine hundred fifty-seven." Hawks answered immediately. Thank god we didn't bring Toga. We never would have figured that out. Dabi thought, wondering absent mindedly what the numbers meant.

"Correct," the voice said. The pale laser beams shimmered away. "You and your friend may enter."

Hawks smiled.

"What's the code mean?" Dabi demanded as they walked towards the building. Dabi knew Hawks would lie if it meant what he thought it meant- This guy's a villain, come get him.

But he was hoping he would see the lie in Hawks' eyes.

"My name is Hawks." Hawks answered. Nothing. Not a quiver, nor a twitch of his wings. His fingers didn't shake, he didn't sweat, he didn't miss a step nor did he trip. Either he's being honest, or he's a really good liar. Dabi thought.

Or both. He's a hero, we already know the second one is true. Dabi's mind argued with himself.

Great. Now I'm like Jin. Always arguing with himself, that guy is.

"Welcome," a young woman with her blonde hair pulled up in a tight bun and wearing a plain white lab coat said. There was no name tag. "Who's your friend, Hawks?" the girl asked, coming over to Hawks and lifting his wings to inspect them.

The hero shifted from foot to foot looking slightly uncomfortable. "A new Commission recruit."

The woman slid her hand over Hawks' shoulders, and examined a strand of hair.

"Hm. Everything seems to be in order..." she stepped back and Hawks visibly relaxed. Dabi felt old rage for that Zankoku guy flood his veins, but he ignored it. Burning down the building would definitely raise an alarm, if (and Dabi wasn't sure if it wasn't the case) Hawks hadn't already done so.

"Yup! It's me, in the flesh, happy and dandy!" Hawks answered, smiling brightly.

The woman smiled back.

"Great. You can follow me, I'll take you to the project." as soon as the woman turned around Dabi slid the glamour out of his pocket and yanked off the top, downing it in one and ignoring Hawks' wide eyed side stare. He had no clue what he looked like, all he felt was a giddy calmness seeping through his skin, the cold anger from before aimed at the man he had killed a month ago seeping away and the worry that Hawks had set off some sort of alarm following his anger's example.

He slipped off his hood and followed the woman, Hawks scrambling to run after him.

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I am angry  right now. I got into a fight with some friends at school today (not really a fight, just a small 'disagreement.') TW!! Transphobia!! They had the nerve to say that transgender people were 'faking' it! Why the f^ck would someone fake that when all you get (from most people) is hate and attacks and slurs and more hate??? 

I wish my friends would just understand that they can't say that- that that isn't true! If you're trans, I'm so unbelievably sorry you have to deal with that sort of thing as I'm sure you have dealt with it before. I tried to make them change their minds but apparently scientific proof isn't enough for them.

Anyways~ today's quote:

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -Martin Luther King Jr. (hey it's not Johnny Depp this time lol)

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