QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

AN: Quick update cuz half of this was already written lol! With all the players scattered there might be a few chapters like this or half chapters where you're not always around! 🤣 I apologize! You have too many admirers...

Hawks waited for Dabi at their new meeting spot.

It was close to the water and the moon reflected off the surface like a black mirror. The wind felt like icy fingers dragging themselves over each of Hawks' feathers.

It baffled him that you would subject yourself to these people again, but at the same time, he had some ideas as to why. So far, his only real connection to the League was through Dabi - ergo, his only connection to you.

"The hell do you want," Dabi's patchwork face split into a devious smile, "You call so often I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me."

Hawks entered the warehouse with a serious expression. His wings already picked up any noise from nearby, just in case Dabi finally decided to ambush him instead of continuing with their partnership.

"If you answered the first few times I wouldn't have to be so clingy," Hawks furrowed his brow.

"I told you, kill a hero, and then we'll take you seriously," Dabi was adjusting his jacket like he had just walked out the door, "Unless, you don't actually have the stomach for it, then we're done here."

"I'm workin' on it," Hawks said, "I'm here about something else."

"I thought your hearing was supposed to be pretty good. Doesn't seem that way to me. Don't call me again until there's a body."

"It's about (Y/N)."

Dabi only grinned wider, "This sounds like some hero work to me. I thought you wanted to be part of our team."

"That hasn't changed," Hawks said, "I think I should be in the loop is all. And I have a suggestion."

"You can have suggestions when we say so, hero."

Hawks pushed anyway, "She's more valuable if she's in my position. Is she not? Someone who can play both sides."

"I don't think so. The farther from the heroes the better. She's in good hands, so don't you worry," He flexed his fingers and ignited blue flames.

The gesture made Hawks sick to his stomach. It wasn't that he felt he had some claim over you - sure he got jealous, but the idea of Dabi touching you, hurting you, even making love to you left him filled with dread.

"It'll be easy," Hawks said, "We already have a rumored relationship, no one would question her absence. And she'll be at my agency. Pass the idea along to your leader and let him think it over."

"I'm not sure I trust you yet," Dabi's voice was layered thick with condescension, "The fact that you're the one asking for her makes me all the more suspicious. Besides, I like where things are going with her and I. You'd just get in the way and get in her head."

"It'll devastate the heroes more when she and I come out as supporting the villains. We might even be able to attract more sympathizers. Seems to me, you're the one letting feelings get in the way of progress."

Dabi's short silence gave Hawks a sliver of hope. He was always quick to smart-ass himself around Hawk's words, but something grabbed his attention this time.

"Fine, but nothing happens 'till I see blood on your hands. She's busy with a mission now, anyway. You've got some time to win me over," Dabi said, and proceeded to making his exit, "By the way, I found your little feather friend spying on us. Thought you could sneak passed me again?"