It's a cold and bitter day and in Dabi's opinion, those days are the worst. From the combination of the dry winter air and the freezing winds- his burn scars start to tighten and pull against his surgical staples leaving him feeling like he's walking around wrapped in saran wrap while being assaulted by pins and needles.
One time Toga gave him some lotion just because he was bitching so much about the unpleasant tugs and strains. Whatever was in her lotion disagreed with his burns and they started to bubble up and blister- the intensity of it was nearly as bad as when he first got his modifications to begin with. Now he side eyes anything that Toga tries to give him.
He was called into a meeting with the rest of the big dogs in The League of Villains. He never really paid attention to the meetings, normally they consisted of Spinner, Twice and Toga sitting in a corner somewhere playing the knife game with one of Toga's many knives while Mr. Compress dozes off in the other corner. Even Shigaraki himself usually gets distracted soon after the meeting starts and drifts off to play a video game on the bar counter. Leaving Kurogiri sighing as he tries to herd them back to the meeting.
That day is different though. Dabi arrived late and everyone is sitting attentively at the same table, no one was napping and not a glint of silver to be seen anywhere. Even the television is on mute.
Little did Dabi know that today is the day that the fates decided to throw Dabi into a garbage disposal and flip the switch on high before spitting him back out again.
Earlier in the day, Shigaraki had gotten word from one of their peons that a hero wants to contact them- a proposition, the peon told him. Shigaraki at first wanted to lull the hero into the hideout and then eradicate them in true Shigaraki fashion. Kurogiri talked him down from that and pointed out that they may have valuable information and instead convinced the sulking man to hold a meeting with the rest of his little elite group.
The insistent chatter between everyone soon gets on Dabi's nerves. Hero this, hero that. Hero, hero hero. Their room is bubbling over with excitement at this new turn of events and Dabi tries to ignore the constant drone of this damn hero and orders a drink, hoping a buzz will help with his mood.
"Dabi here will be the one going to meet this little hero and see what this proposition is that they have in mind." Dabi is dragged into the conversation that he didn't want to have to begin with and sets his half empty drink down with a frown.
"Uhh- what makes you think that I'm just going to go and meet up with some damn hero?" Shigaraki doesn't look up from one of the disembodied hands that he's fidgeting with.
"Well," He drawls, "Everyone else already has other missions. If you think that you can just sit around all day and drink all my good booze away, you got another thing coming for you. Might as well do something meaningful with your life."
He grumbles as he pulls his trench coat closer to himself and suppresses the urge to just start a fire to warm himself up. Dabi rubs at the burn scars across his face idly and feels the dips and grooves of the healed scars- his surgical staples drawn tight from the cold and leaving him slightly uncomfortable from the sensation.
Nonetheless, he waits. He was able to get a hold of this hero that wants to contact them so bad earlier in the day and gave him the coordinates to a meetup spot.
Fortunately he doesn't have to wait for long. Incoming footsteps alerts Dabi to the approaching hero. Taking a final drag from his cigarette, he turns around to greet this renegade hero.
Coming face to face with a man he's seen on television plenty of times, none other than the Number Two Hero: Hawks. He doesn't let the surprise of *this* is who wants to join the League show on his face. Dabi can't afford that sort of luxury, he has to play the role of the unassuming and cold villain.
Seeing Hawks in person, he realizes how *pretty* the man is. Standing about a head shorter than Dabi but certainly more well built than Dabi. His sun kissed skin is smooth and free of any blemishes, Dabi allows his eyes to wander up to the windswept golden hair and the ferocity behind his eyes- spun like liquid gold, he thinks to himself. Finally, he allows himself to look at the most remarkable feature of the young hero. His magnificent vermilion wings that flutter under Dabi's gaze- the only telling feature that Hawks is nervous. He leans back against the cold brick wall and for once doesn't notice the cold; this person that had just walked into his life with his vibrant colors and obnoxious fashion, seemingly filling his bleak world with warmth.
He finally allows his mask to slip with a sly curve of a smirk as he gives the hero a second look down.
"Well, hello little bird."
Author's Note
I always forget to post here on FanFiction. Oops.
Anyways, here's just the prologue, I know it's a little short but the actual chapters will be a lot longer.
Reviews are always welcome!
