3rd person pov

A hungover Keigo entered the kitchen in search of some food to relieve his headache but was met instead with a quiet Touya. He simply looked at the other as he took out his cereal.

"Hey, Dabi can you pass over some water?"

...

"Hey asshat, some water please!"

"Put your hands to use"

The pale boy coldly answered, grabbing milk and pouring it onto the bowl. He could hear a huh? coming from Keigo's mouth but did not ask. As he was just about to walk out, Hawks blocked his exit.

"Fuck's your problem?"

"How was the booty call?"

"Fucking fantastic, you should've joined"

"Get out of my way will you?"

"What's up?"

The question made his question finally look up at the boy with wings, piercing his with his gaze. Hawks noticed this and back up immediately as a response.

"Nothing, I'm just having breakfast, what about you?"

"Sarcastic now?"

"I guess"

"Is it because of that marathon thing?"

"Maybe"

"We can watch it now, did you record it?"

"No, if you remember if we were supposed to watch it together but when you came with your hoe I went into my room, or were you too horny to remember?"

Hawks began laughing at his comment and Touya rolled his eyes. "You're pissed because I didn't watch a kid's show with you? God you really need to get railed already" He said between his laughing, almost losing his breath. His friend did not find it funny at all, he was burning up inside. He doesn't ask for much, just for a little alone time with him at night at that's it. In a heartbeat, Dabi pushed him against the fridge and glared at him.

"Are we about to kiss right now?"

"Go to hell"

"Wait!"

Dabi left the spot they were in, knowing that maybe his actions were a little bit out of character, but having him that close to him drove him crazy, too bad it would never happen.

"I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you?"

"Let me sleep in peace today"

"Fine you jealous fuck"

Jealous fuck. He's was about right, Dabi had grown jealous of this behavior and wanted him all to himself. He was losing it. And it was only a matter of time until he blew up.