- Hawks pov -

It happened after a show in one of the big cities. We were backstage getting ready to do a meet and greet with fans. It was late, maybe 11 at night, the sun had already set. I was sitting with Dabi on the couch in the dressing room, while everyone else was around the room doing their own thing. I put my head on Dabi's shoulder and scooted closer to him. He was used to it, and put his arm around me. I was really anxious for some reason, and I didn't know why. I just had this feeling that something was going to go wrong. Even though my gut feelings are usually right, I decided not to listen to it because there was no reason to be anxious. (Mistake number 1) It was just a meet and greet, signing autographs, taking pictures with fans, then going to get something to eat after everything's over.

The meet and greet went by pretty painlessly. There were a few sketchy fans, but there's always creepy fans. After about an hour and a half of selfies, autographs, and the awkward questions like, 'Are you and Dabi dating?', the crowd was pretty much gone. Which was a relief because I didn't know how much longer I could smile for.

Everything went smoothly, contrary to my gut feeling earlier, so I just assumed that I was just psyching myself out.

After the crowd was gone, we could finally get some food. We decided that the night wasn't cold enough to have to take the bus, and there was a restaurant down the street a ways, so we decided to walk.

Hand in hand with Dabi, and feeling the cool night breeze blow gently in my face, I let my guard down (Mistake number 2). Dabi and I are walking in the back, mostly because we didn't know the city as well as some of the other members, but also because I wanted some time with him, so I pulled him behind. I look down at our hands, fingers interlaced. It feels nice to have a sort of physical touch that isn't choreographed. My eyes travel up his arm to his face. His tattoos make it look like he doesn't have any skin on his neck and jaw in the dark. Dabi's tattoos are one of his most noticeable features. His cold blue eyes remind me of a December's morning, but also of a clear ocean in the spring. He has piercing on his ears, nose, bottom lip, tounge, and probably other places. I blush at what comes to my mind, trying to reboot my brain, and going into a form of gay panic. He looks at me, making eye contact, and it's in that moment we've slowed down, and are way behind the others, but I can't pull my eyes away from his.

We stay like that until I hear my name being called from a few feet away. I regretfully pull my gaze away, and look behind us toward the source of the voice.

"HAWKS"

I look at the rest of the group ahead of us, and they seem to have heard it too, because they've stopped, and have started coming back towards us. Before they reach us, a young man runs up from behind, stopping to catch his breath right in front of me. I put on a smile. "Oh are you a fan?"

"Yes!" He says between huffs, "I didn't get to go to your concert, but I thought I would be able to catch you in the street afterwards. Guess I was right." He's caught his breath and stands up straight rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. I was wondering if I could get an autograph?" he asks, holding out one of our older band T-shirts, and a sharpie.

"Of course man," I say taking the shirt, and walking over to the building so I had a flat surface to write on, even thought it was vertical. "I see you have one of our older shirts. Been a long time fan?" I ask, trying to speak with a pen lid in your mouth is a bit challenging at first, but you get used to it.

"Since the beginning! I've listened to all of your songs, own all of your albums, and even own the limited edition band plushies from a few years ago." He says coming up next to me. He comes up, a little close, but it's whatever.

"So a hardcore fan, mad respect." I say capping the sharpie. "You want signatures from the rest of the band too right?" I ask, turning to hand it off to Dabi.

"No that's alright, I was mainly wanting your autograph." He says before I've got a chance to hand it over. Now, that should've been a red flag, but I was so tired and hungry it didn't register. So I just handed the shirt and marker back to the kid, thinking nothing of it, and hoping that was the end of the transaction-

"Hawks, can I ask a question?"

Internally groaning, I turn back to the fan, who was not even two inches away from me. I tried to step back, but he stepped forward. (Red Flag)

"Um- Sure kid, what's up?" Dabi sensed me being uncomfortable, and came up behind me. Sensing his presence, I calmed down a bit.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"