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You couldn't believe it.

You watched the feather that Hawks planted on you with fascination. It glided about the room as if doing a house inspection.

"Can you, like, hear me?" You whispered. The last thing you needed was Dabi to find out. You weren't totally sure how Hawks's quirk worked, but there had to be a reason he planted the feather on you.

You smiled when the feather twitched in response. Is that a yes?!

"Hawks. If you can hear me with this feather, walkie-talkie thing, I can't tell you the villain's location, because I don't actually know..."

Twitch.

"Are you able to sense where your feather is?" You asked.

The feather did a figure-eight in the air. You had no idea how to speak "feather" but so far it seemed promising.

"Okay? Good, this is good," you nodded to yourself, "And I'm sorry for avoiding you. I hope Monarch isn't too mad..."

This time, the feather dive-bombed you and poked at your sides.

"Ow! Okay, okay, cool it! We can't get caught," you hissed, "Bakugo and I are here with the League, but Shinso... he's with another villain. Valentini? No idea who he is, but that's why I haven't tried escaping Shigaraki."

The pointy end of the feather floated in front of your face.

Twitch.

"Monarch will say that I'm being an idiot, and maybe I am," your head dropped, "But I feel like I'm the only one who can help Shinso. And I think he's in real trouble..."

Images of Shinso came flooding through your mind. You had built a damn to protect yourself from getting distracted, but your feelings for him were overflowing.

"Heroes aren't supposed to be afraid," your whispers grew even more faint, "But I'm terrified."

Hawks's feather brushed against your cheek, and you looked up in surprise. It was soft and you imagined his finger tracing your jawline. Now you knew he could at least hear you a little bit.

Alright. You shook the negative vibes off you. Now, you needed to focus on helping Hawks help you.

"What can I do?" You asked, "What do you need me to do?"

The feather leaned to the right and left, and then pressed itself against your mouth. Your face dropped, "If you're seriously being pervy right now, I'll-"

Footsteps from behind the door jolted you off the floor. The feather made itself scarce - thank goodness - before your visitor entered the room.

"Dabi?" You breathed, "I thought you were leaving."

Dabi's tall, patchy frame was taking up the doorway. "Like that, would you?"

His dark yet relaxing tone made you shrink back a few steps. "Why haven't you," you asked, flatly.

His smirk was back and your chest erupted with tiny fireworks. Why, out of everyone, did he scare you so much? Your palms sweat just imagining temperatures this man was capable of.

"See," he said, "I brought up some concerns I had from your little exchange with Hawks."

You did your best not to react when he said the winged-hero's name.

"Tomura might be crazy, but with you he's also soft and stupid. He's delusional enough to believe he can win you over with games and flattery." Dabi paused and his turquoise eyes widened with dangerous excitement, "But I'm not willing to risk everything for a brat with a pretty face."

"I didn't sell you out to Hawks," you said, "If anything you did that yourself! He already knew who you and Twice were."

"What else did he say?"

"Nothing! He was mostly being flirty and nosey..."

Dabi slowly made his way towards you. You had a bad feeling about this. Sure, he kissed you minutes ago but he didn't seem the type to be easily titillated.

"Take off your clothes."

Did you hear him right? You gave him a blank stare, "Um... what the fuh?"

"I need to see if you're bugged."

You wrapped your arms around your chest, "I-I'm not even wearing that much! He wouldn't have been able to bug me!"

Dabi scanned your body for a second too long, "I could think of some places to hide it."

You hugged yourself even tighter and felt your quirk activating itself. There was barely any energy but enough to have a defensive response.

"Why don't you go ask everyone else if they were bugged!" You blurted out.

"Already did, cupcake."

Dabi was too close now. He wouldn't... would he? You checked his expression for any signs of joking or mercy, but found none.

When he was close enough to reach you, you darted to his left and attempted to escape this small room. His arm shot out, close-lining your torso, and with surprising strength, he launched you backwards. You landed hard on Shigaraki's bed.

Dabi kicked the door shut with him foot, "I'll give you some privacy."

"YOU are still in here!" you cried.

"To make sure you don't try hiding something," he smirked.

You grimaced and looked about the room for something to throw at him. A stack of books and comics were on a nightstand, so you took the liberty of throwing the heaviest one.

Dabi dodged it, and it looked like he was laughing. If you touched him you'd be cremated, if you sat there, you'd be cremated (or stripped...) You needed out of this narrow space!

"Calm down. This is strictly business. I won't get any enjoyment out of it," but the devilish smile said otherwise.

"You're full of shit!" you chucked another book and this one hit him in the chest. Since you had a little energy backing you up, it was a solid hit and you heard the air evacuate his lungs.

"Oh no," his voice came out gravely, "Now you're in trouble."

He towered over you at the end of the bed, but what alarmed you more was when he actually got up and startled crawling toward you.

"Okay, I'll do it, just get away!" you moved to kick him, which worked the first time, but the second attempt, he caught you behind the knee.

This stupid bed is cursed!!

He pulled up on your leg, forcing your back against the mattress. Startled, fought to sit up, "I said I would- ow!"

Dabi's hand felt like a thousand degrees. You grit your teeth together to stop you from screaming.

"If you are bugged, we should give him something to really listen to," Dabi leaned his face close to yours, "Don't you think?"

It dawned on you that Dabi probably knew more about Hawks than you did. He was trying to draw the feather out by torturing you, basically. Fun for you...

Don't expose yourself, Hawks, no matter what you hear! Too bad you couldn't send him a telepathic message. You just hoped Dabi didn't take things too far; your poor skin couldn't handle it.

Dabi's other hand slid up to your throat where he trapped it in his searing hot fingers, "What real hero wouldn't intervene when hearing you scream?"

You eyes stung with painful tears forming but you continued to bite your tongue. He chuckled and buried his face into your shoulder. With the other hand still grasping your leg, he sprouted tiny fires on his fingertips and continued to afflict your skin, exploring further up your thigh.

You writhed beneath him and weren't able to stop the pained gasp from escaping your lips. It was difficult with him crowding all your limbs, but your feet kicked out from beneath him with every second the fire burned you.

"That's it?" Dabi breathed into your ear, "That's all I get... you can do better than that."

He turned up the heat and your mind felt like it was in flames. Finally, you let out a half whimper half sob, and you felt Dabi's laughter shake his body.

"Come out, come out, Hawks..." Dabi taunted.

From behind Dabi, the red feather poked out of its hiding place, and looked like it may strike. You shook your head furiously, and used your tiny energy source to do something that shocked both you and Dabi.

You flipped him over, ignoring the fire, and pinned him to the bed instead. Since his fingers were hot, you held him down by his shoulder while your legs were on either side of his torso.

Only anger could cause you to do something so reckless, and you knew you were done for, but still - it felt good seeing the look on his face.

"I'm getting sick of all of you," you glared, "You think I can't take anything from you?"

You pressed your forehead against his. His eyes lit up for a moment, but calmed down again and simply watched your performance.

"Well I can," you snapped, "I felt it when you pulled that stupid stunt and kissed me. So, don't think you're somehow safe from me. I could take you if I wanted to."

Dabi put his fire out and smiled. Something strange was coming over you. Fear, adrenaline, but this suggestive situation you were in jumbled with those feelings and toyed with your judgement.

"Fine," Dabi sighed, "You're not bugged. How could you be? He wouldn't let me have my way with you. Or would he?"

His fingers, now cool, traced the tender spots he left on your leg. The rest of your body tingled in response. Stupid body, we should kill him, not be enjoying this!

"A hero saves people," Dabi scoffed, "What a joke. All they are anymore are celebrities for people to ogle at; Hawks being no exception. Makes me sick."

"Is that why you're so full of angst?" you rolled your eyes.

"Nah. I have a lot of reasons for my 'angst.' The way heroes are worshipped in this global, popularity contest just fuels my fire."

"I take it you're not very popular."

Dabi raised a brow and changed the subject, "So. I'm not immune, huh. How much would it take for you to actually kill me?"

How were you two causally speaking right now? You were still straddling him, which, initially, you did to be threatening.

...

"A lot," you admitted.

"Sounds exciting. Too bad you don't have the balls," he said.

No? You hyper focused on his undamaged skin, particularly his top lip. Beneath his white shirt probably hid even more burn scars, you thought, and a teeny, tiny part of you felt bad. And curious.

"I know what you're doing," you leered, "You got what you came for, maybe you should get lost."

"Hmm," he purred, "But I'm a villain. Shouldn't you deal with me? Like a good little hero."

Both of his hands crept up your thighs, but only barely touching and making it tickle. Holy hell - I'm kinda turned on right now? Awks 😰

"What's with the face?" he chuckled, "Is someone angry."

"Maybe." But you didn't tell him to stop. His caresses became slow massages. You winced from the still sensitive areas, but the good feeling outweighed the bad.

"Why," he asked, "I wasn't actually gonna hurt you."

"Yeah right, asshole. You were burning me."

"Barely. You're still letting me touch you so it can't be that bad."

You could feel yourself blushing - such a troublesome bodily reaction. It was giving you away in more ways than you realized.

"Oh..." Dabi chuckled darkly, "You're pissed that you're actually enjoying this."

"What," you tried to sound unimpressed, "this? Get over yourself."

Even though he was under you, you still felt he was in control of whatever dangerous game you were playing. "It's okay," he said, "You don't have to hate us just because daddy All Might says so."

"I hate you of my own volition, thank you."

"Oh, yeah?" His knees propped up and propelled you forward. You caught yourself from falling and smashing against his face. You were nose to nose, so you went to push yourself off, but that smooth bastard cupped the back of your neck and held you there.

"Yes," your voice shook slightly, "Because you kill people..."

"So does Twice, but you were warming up to him," his voice lowered to a whisper, "And I'm sure I could name a few heroes you love with blood on their hands."

You weren't naive to think deaths have never occurred at the hands of heroes. In a world where superpowers - or quirks - existed, destruction was bred, from both sides. Even the heroes.

"Fine," you huffed, "But I refuse to believe any heroes kill for pleasure."

Even the heroes...

His great blue eyes felt like small windows into the hellfire his body conjured. Sadly, you felt your weak self getting cozy in his smolder.

"It's okay to be confused," his breath caressed your face like a cloud of cigarette smoke, "Maybe you're finally thinking for yourself."

You weren't sure if he meant being confused about your stance on the hero society, or confused about being attracted to him...

"I'm not thinking at all," you replied, although, you thought you said it in your head.

"Well," he grinned, "it doesn't take a fucking genius to know how hot this is. Don't bother denying it, either."

If he truly repulsed you, you would've fought harder. What was wrong with you?! Your head was spinning with contradictions - you almost didn't notice you lips touching his.

He wasn't wrong. This was hot. And wrong. But that made it hotter?

You weren't bluffing before; you could feel his energy when you kissed him. It was likely half as powerful as it could be, maybe less, but the tiny spark, that trace of power, was plenty tasty.

His arms wrapped around you until you felt totally enveloped in flames. Luckily, that wasn't literal. You were melting into the kiss like your bodies worked naturally together.

It wasn't until you remembered that you had an audience that you stopped. When you pulled away and saw Dabi's triumphant face, you worried your cover was blown. Or Hawks's, rather.

Speak of the feather, it dove in from out of nowhere and stabbed Dabi in the side.

"Fuck!" he grunted.

You acted quickly. Before Dabi could spot Hawks, you did the only thing you could think of. The face you just kissed now received harsh contact with your fist.

Dabi was out cold.

"Yikes," you shook your hand, "Is he breathing..."

You put your ear against his chest and sighed, "Thanks the gods... Hawks! What the hell?"

The feather pinched your shirt and dragged you off the bed. Even when you landed on your ass he continued to pull you towards the door.

"Stop that!" you hissed, "You almost got caught - don't do it a second time!"

He let you go, but swarmed around you like an angry bee.

"I get it! I was just... using my charm to distract him?" you shrugged, "That's all."

The feather came to a halt. If it had a face you could picture the fatherly disappointment.

"Shut up," you said, "I already regret it... What's the plan then?"

When you returned to the bar with the other villains, Tomura looked up at you with a peculiar expression, "Dabi not with you?"

You scratched the side of your head, "He might be unconscious?"

He was silent for a moment, but to your relief, he started to chuckle, "Interesting. I guess that means someone else will scout Valentini's location."

Spinner, Compress, Toga, and skull-man were at the card table playing a game. Toga giggled, "Did you put daddy in his place?"

"Dabi," Compress corrected.

Spinner just snorted.

"Sort of," you said, and returned your focus to Tomura, "I'll go. I want to go, with one of you... of course."

"Eager are we?" He asked with an air of suspicion, "I suppose, if you continue playing nicely with my friends. Although, after tonight, I should keep you locked tight. The heroes are on high alert for you."

"I'm sticking to the plan," you reassured, "I won't run."

Not yet.

Tomura sneered, "I know. I wish Bakugo was as cooperative... maybe you can have a word with him. Change his mind?"

You laughed and then stopped, "Oh. You were serious?"

He sighed, "We'll give him another chance. And then..."

The long, drawn out pause was killing you. And then what - they kill him? You tapped your fingers at your side.

"Well, let's just hope he says yes," Tomura rest his chin on his hand. His pale-blue hair draped over his eyes, but you could feel them watching you.

Hang in there Bakugo, help is coming.

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