Another crisp and clear night finds Dabi sitting on the edge of the apartment building, staring at nothing in particular. His eyes shift slowly from the blinking traffic lights to the occasional flicker of neon signs of downtown bars. He dangles his legs over the building and hums gently to himself while his fingers fiddle with a shiny five yen coin, the golden gleam catches his eyes and he stops humming for a moment. He hears a distant car alarm go off and he watches the coin reflect off the rooftop light, it seems to glow under the light and it reminds him of a certain winged hero. He frowns and pockets the coin- returning his attention back to the busy night time bustle of downtown Musutafu.

A cold breeze bites through his thin hoodie and he exhales, focusing on the small and flickering azure flame that he summoned earlier for warmth. Dabi doesn't want to go down into the apartment quite yet and face Hawks, all day he's been walking around with a strange sinking feeling in his chest. Whenever he thinks about Hawks, the feeling twists tightly around his heart and it's starting to frustrate him.

Dabi likes to think of himself as a carpe diem kind of guy, a "take what I want, when I want" guy. Sure, he thinks things out but once he has his eyes and mind set on something, usually nothing can stop him.

Except this.

He doesn't know what to do in this situation and he's getting pissed. Sure, Dabi's had his fair share of one night stands but those were exactly that, nothing more than a night of grasping at the sheets and content sighs. Once the sun rises and the bed is empty, nothing is left but the memory of what happened in the dark of some sleazy hotel room. There were no feelings in that, nothing but a frenzied and often drunken need to avoid feeling alone.

Hawks is a different matter though.

"What am I even thinking?" Dabi groans and runs a hand through his hair, "There's not even anything between us! Why am I so fucking hung up on some shitty Big Bird wannabe hero?" He glowers up at the stars, a small part of him hopes that they would answer his question. Of course all he gets back is silence and he sighs dejectedly. Slowly standing up, he peers over the edge of the building and a tall and very familiar figure strutting up to the apartment complex.

He can't deny the temptation of hurling a fire ball at Miruko but instead he turns away and heads down the fire escape.

"It's better this way," Dabi mumbles as he draws the hood over his head, "I don't deserve a hero." Dabi descends the iron fire escape and tries to bury the feeling of a breaking heart.