Would You Love Me For The Hell Of It?

"Shinkawa-San? Are you alright?" Midoriya asked, worried, still not getting a response.

Getting annoyed, Bakugou went in front of Dabi's face, snapping two fingers, "Oi, Snow White, come back to us."

Dabi shook his head slightly, "Ah… sorry, I thought I saw somebody I knew."

"Who?" The greenette tilted his head, curious.

"An ex of mine… don't worry about it." Dabi waved them off, "You were asking about my quirk, yeah?" he attempted to change the subject, and it worked.

A spark reawoken in the boy's eyes as he prepped his pen, "Yes! How does it work?"

It would be best for Dabi to come up with the details of it now anyway, instead of later. Ones he'd be able to explain, "I have a natural affinity for the cold, but I can also change my body temperature accordingly." He stated.

Midoriya took some very excited notes before looking back, "How exactly can you change your body's temperature? Does it work in the heat, too?"

Dabi shook his head, "I can raise my own body temperature and also warm others, though I can't lower it."

"What a unique quirk! How much can you raise the temperature?" The boy asked, quickly jotting down what looked to be a full page of notes already.

"Hot enough to kill somebody if I'm not careful." Dabi stated solemnly.

The boy gave him a startled look, though adding it to his notes.

Bakugou groaned, "Deku, leave him alone, we came here to shop."

"Oh, right, sorry!" The boy apologized profusely despite Dabi's best efforts to tell him it was fine.

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Shopping had been pretty boring. He'd bought a lot at Hot Topic and Dolls Kill. Despite the occasional catcalling (which had surprised him), he got everything he wanted.

Several pairs of ripped black skinny jeans, two pleaded skirts, some black thigh highs w/ sock garters, a couple of over-sized Nirvana, GRLwood, and Mother Mother shirts, some croptops and chokers, several earrings, and black nail polish. Couldn't forget the trinity platforms he was very excited about, either.

He and Shouto were headed back to the Todoroki estate though he couldn't for the life of him figure out why the pomeranian was coming with. He watched as the blonde followed Shouto into his room, stopping to angrily glare at Dabi, which caught him off-guard.

"Are you fucking homophobic or some shit, Snow White?" The blonde barked out.

Surprised, Dabi laughed at him nervously, serving to only make the pomeranian angrier.

"You think this is funny? I'll blow your face off!" He yelled, a now attentive Shouto emerging from his own room to watch in confusion.

"If my ex-boyfriend were here, he'd think this was hilarious." Dabi fucking giggled at him.

Bakugou's eyes widened slightly, "If you're gay then why were you watching us like that? You a fuckin' pedo?"

At Bakugou's remarks he laughed even harder, "Sorry, sorry, you two just didn't seem like each other's types." Not to mention you didn't even seem like friends.

"How would you know?" Shouto remarked, looking at him incredulously.

Oh shit, think, dumbass, think. "Um… I watched the sports festival… you know, last year's? Didn't exactly scream friendly, let alone lovers."

The blonde scoffed, "We weren't. A lot has changed… since then."

Dabi nodded, not asking, "Seriously though, kid, what kind of homophobes do you know that go to Hot Topic and buy skirts? I'd love to meet 'em."

"Joe mama." Shouto spoke up with a deadpan expression.

Both Bakugou and Dabi looked at him like he'd grown a second head, "The fuck? Did Raccoon Eyes teach you that?"

Shouto only shrugged. Dabi decided he was done with this conversation and left to take a nap.

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Dabi opened his eyes to see a golden pair looking down at him lovingly. He turned his head to see the sun setting on the ocean, him and Hawks at the edge of a bridge looking out to the sea.

"Mornin' sleepyhead. Enjoy your nap?" Hawks leaned down to peck Dabi on the lips.

"Mmm." The former groaned, "You have bony thighs. Not the best pillow. Zero outta ten."

Hawks laughed, "But you know you love me anyway."

Dabi enjoyed the sound of Hawks' laughter. He enjoyed spending time with his like this. Not as hero and villain, or angel and demon, but as lovers, "Yeah. I do." he admitted softly.

"It's no fun if you just admit it." The blonde rolled his eyes, though the wide smile on his face told another story.

The raven smiled softly, "Hey, Kei, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it Dabs?" Hawks looked down and looked Dabi in the eyes.

"If I got arrested tomorrow… or hero society collapsed. Would you still love me for the hell of it?" He asked, his blue eyes shining with a fear his face never expressed.

Hawks' hands gently cupping Dabi's cheeks with his head still in his lap, thumbs brushing gently over the staples holding his skin together, he leaned down to kiss him on the lips again. "A few steel bars couldn't keep me from loving you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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Dabi woke up with a start in a bed that wasn't his own, in pajamas that weren't his own, in a room he didn't know. The Todoroki Estate. He checked his phone, or rather, Fuyumi's phone. 1:30 AM. So much for a short evening nap.

That dream though. Why couldn't he get over him? His Hawks wasn't here. He couldn't hurt him. The Hawks that was here had no clue. He didn't know him and he wouldn't recognize him so why did he worry so much?

A small flash of red wings at the mall sent him into a frenzy and now he's having nightmares that any normal person would label a happy, comfy dream.

It had him thinking of the promises spoken and the actions that broke them.

"Because I love you. Don't you know that?"

"A few steel bars couldn't keep me from loving you."

"Mission over, I guess."

And the tears just came crashing down. Reality came crashing down. The hopes, the dreams, the plans he'd made for his future. A future he wanted to spend with Kei.

Dabi hadn't taken time to think about it, but now as he cried he wondered if he really appreciated having intact tear glands back. Was crying something he needed? Something he missed? Was Keigo something he missed?

Did he really long for Keigo's wings to wrap around him and protect him, keep him safe and warm?

But he said it himself. It was a mission. There were no 'I miss you's and no 'I wish you were here's. No random 2 AM drunken texts. None of it was real to him.

If he were in his own room at the League right now, he'd be burning buildings and breaking bottles. But he wasn't. He wasn't even in the same reality.

Then the idea hit him. How do normal citizens let out their anger? Drunk sex and parties didn't sound that bad, actually. Maybe he'd give it a go or two.