Possible tw: nightmare (obvi, cause like... Chapter title?) Also why am I so bad at updating this 😭

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Hawks and Dabi leave quickly, taking the project with them and leaving a trashy replica in its place. Hopefully the other pros wouldn't notice until it was too late and Hawks and Dabi were long gone.

"Are you sure they won't tell the Commission that you were there and took their shit?" Dabi asked as he and Hawks scampered away through back alleys toward the apartment.

Hawks grimaced. "No, I don't doubt that they will. But all I have to do is say I didn't do anything of the sort... even if they told the public they have no proof, those sorts of government buildings don't have cameras." Hawks pushed away the dozens of harsh training memories that flooded his mind at the words. The dozens of things he'd have no proof to if he ever tried to speak up.

"And anyways, I'm number two. If I say I had nothing to do with it, I had nothing to do with it." That was the dark, corrupt truth of hero society, although Hawks knew he wouldn't have to say anything of the sort. The Commission would know that was a part of his weekend mission with the league so he wouldn't have to give any excuse, but he knew he could if he wanted to.

Dabi nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"So are we going back tonight?" Hawks asked, hoping he wouldn't have to spend another night getting kicked out of the bed or risking his neck by pulling out of the strange cuddle the two had gotten into the night before.

"No," Dabi groaned as he pulled Hawks into a different alley- the hero had almost gone the wrong way. "Kurogiri said- very strictly- that he wouldn't be opening the portal before Sunday at noon."

"Why?" Hawks asked.

"How should I know?" Dabi demanded.

Hawks shrugged.

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The two finally arrived back at the apartment.

"What are we gonna do?" Hawks asked as he glanced at the time on his phone, which Dabi still hadn't taken back.

"Nothing. What would we do?" Dabi asked, collapsing onto the bed.

Hawks shrugged and crawled onto the bed next to him, flicking through old text messages between him and Mirko.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

'I hate dresses oml, wanna swap? I wear the suit u the dress'

Mirko had texted Hawks that before a dinner party with some of the other pros. He had agreed and they had actually swapped, Hawks wearing a short purple party dress that Mirko had taken to a tailor for him (to make it fit on his wings) and she had worn one of her own suits as she was taller than him and wouldn't fit in his suits. The tailor had also shortened the dress for him.

It had been an interesting dinner party. A couple people at the restaurant had thought that men shouldn't wear dresses... they had changed their minds pretty quick about that when Mirko, Hawks, and Best Jeanist had teamed up on them, explaining that fabric didn't have gender and gender was a social construct and so if Hawks wanted to wear a dress, he was more than able to wear it.

Oh, and Mirko had threatened to beat their asses if they didn't shut the fuck up and learn that toxic masulinity was a shitty response to their own insecurities.

"What are you doing?" Dabi asked, looking over at the hero.

Hawks tightened his grip over his phone protectively. "Reading old texts..." he answered.

Dabi sighed. "Look Hawks, I don't trust you."

Hawks groaned. "Dude c'mon, I'm not texting anyone! Just reading over old messages."

"That obsessed with this person huh?" Dabi sounded almost... jealous? No, that didn't make sense.

"Well yeah, it's my best friend. I love her." Hawks answered.

"That sounds like one of those cheesy 'I fell in love with my best friend' movies." Dabi pointed out.

Hawks choked. "The fuck dude? No! Mirko and I don't like each other that way!"

Dabi's eyes narrowed. "Mirko, the one who passed out drunk on your couch?"

Hawks nodded. "Yeah, and the number five hero."

"Yeah okay, let me guess, you're trying to convince yourself you don't like her, but you do and it'll come as some big ass shock like those old chick flicks." Dabi said dryly.

Hawks stared at him. "Why the hell would you care? And anyways, Mirko's way more into girls than guys. We tried the whole dating thing, because everyone said we should- you wouldn't believe how awkward that shit was- she's my best friend! I tell her everything, I love her like a sister."

Dabi didn't seem convinced. Hawks wasn't sure why the idea of the villain thinking that he and Mirko were dating made him so angry, but it did. Plenty of other people thought the same thing and it never bothered him this much, even when they left and spread rumors that they were dating. The Miruhawks fandom as they were called was much depleted because of the failed date, but some still believed that Hawks and Mirko would date and were impossible to dissuade.

For some unknown reason though, Hawks wanted to be sure that Dabi knew that wouldn't ever happen. He just didn't love Mirko that way. Perhaps he didn't love anyone that way.

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A few hours later Hawks and Dabi laid down to sleep, Dabi demanding Hawks' phone as they laid down to sleep, saying that he didn't want to be woken up by police sirens. Hawks was slightly hurt that Dabi trusted him that little, but didn't say anything on the matter, knowing that he was in his right to not trust him- especially considering he was right, and Hawks was in fact a traitor.

Hawks couldn't sleep though. He had a strange feeling, mostly surrounding that glamour Dabi had used earlier. There was almost no chance that Dabi wouldn't be addicted. Those glamours were dangerous, deadly. Hawks hated them. One of his first mission had been to find a supposed glamour dealer. They had been cutting up kids with transformation quirks to create glamours that weren't addictive.

Hawks shuddered as he remembered the little boy's body. It had been found in an old alleyway, skin nearly completely scraped off, flesh shining in the sun, the rotting smell of death filling the alleyway.

The glamours were safe, the kids were not. Luckily they had caught the culprit so no other kids were harmed... but still. Hawks hoped against all things he held dear that Dabi wasn't involved in a situation like that.

Hawks was snapped away from his thoughts by the sudden labored breathing next to him.

Hawks looked down at Dabi- he was sitting up- and saw Dabi's face screwed in concentration, his mouth set in a hard line. His hands were clenching and unclenching in the sheets, a bead of sweat dotting his forehead.

Hawks stared in confused awe as Dabi bit down on his lip, hard, as though he were trying to keep from crying out.

"Can't-" Dabi mumbled in an airy voice. His breathing became more and more labored and Hawks' eyes widened. He tried to grab Dabi's shoulder but the villain seemed to sense it in his sleep and dodged away.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, eyes still screwed tightly shut.

"Dabi, it's just me." Hawks said calmly, trying to grip Dabi's shoulder, but the villain dodged him again.

"I can't breathe-" Dabi gasped out. Hawks' eyes widened and he grabbed Dabi's hand, wincing as the man's palm grew steadily hotter.

"Wake up Dabi," Hawks demanded, gripping Dabi's warming hand in tight fingers. "It's just a nightmare. Wake up."

But Dabi didn't wake up. He began to gasp for breath, his hand kept getting warmer and the bedsheets began to smoke, as though he were burning through them, as though the dream were getting worse.

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I wanna breathe, I don't want to die, let me breathe, let me out, get me out-" Dabi gasped, his other hand swinging around and gripping Hawks' throat, this hand also steadily heating up.

Hawks choked. "Da-Dabi, let- g-go-" Hawks tried, unsuccessfully, to pry Dabi's hand away from his throat, which was blocking off his airway.

A feather flew out and slipped under Dabi's fingers, hardening there and pushing away, allowing Hawks to gasp for breath. He tried to pull his hand away from Dabi's as the villain was starting to burn him, but he couldn't break out of Dabi's panicked grip.

"Dabi, wake up!" Hawks shouted, grabbing Dabi's shoulder. "Wake up! You have to wake up!"

Dabi's hand began to get even hotter- in seconds Hawks knew he would be the kindling for Dabi's eager flames. Hawks knew that Dabi wasn't conscious, but that almost made it worse- he couldn't talk him out of it if he wasn't awake.

"Ow, Dabi! You're hurting me! Wake-" Hawks was interrupted by Dabi waking with a start and throwing himself backwards against the wall, away from Hawks, eyes wide with panic and fear. 

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I will warn you that the next chapter will be kinda sad- but hey, this is all so I can make your Dabihawks hearts happy so just force yourself to read it ig.

Or don't :/ I guess if you don't wanna read anymore of my writing I wouldn't blame you lol.

Okie so here's today's quote:

"The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem." -(Yes) Johnny Depp

I REFUSE TO STOP USING JOHNNY DEPP QUOTES!!!

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