TRIGGER WARNING: Guns, and Blood

- Hawks pov -

"Do you have a boyfriend?" (Red flag number 2)

Now that caught me off guard. Fans did ask questions like that, but I'm not in the mindset to answer them right now. I just want food and sleep. Is that to much to ask?

"U-hm… I- no, but- I-" Is all I can get out of my mouth. I didn't know what to say.

"So you're available?" He asks.

"Y- no. Well, I- no." What is wrong with me? Why can't I give a straight answer?

"So you're taken?" he asks disappointment in his voice.

"No, I-"

"Would you go out with me then?" He interrupts, taking another step closer to me.

Now, I'm kind of scared. Don't get me wrong, this guy's cute, but he's literally towering over me. I'm 5'8, and this guy's like, 6'8. He seems taller than Dabi, and Dabi is pretty tall. I feel like I'm obligated to say yes, but I want to say no.

My fight or flight instinct kicks in, and I can feel myself shaking. The other band members can tell a panic attack is coming on, they get closer, and Dabi's had enough. He walks out from behind me, and puts himself between this guy and me, to which I am very grateful.

"Hey man, back off." Dabi's using his warning tone.

"What are you gonna do about it?" Creep says, squaring up. Now that I'm looking at it, they're about the same height. Dabi walks forward until they're noses are almost touching.

"I can make your life a living hell, if you don't back off." This makes the creep start to slowly back up, but on his face is a smug smirk. I look down at his hands, one of them is going to his back pocket.

"Dabi, I think he has a knife." I whisper. Dabi makes an okay sign with his hand telling me he heard me. Nice to know he's not in full rage mode. Dabi takes a step back, putting distance between them. I look behind me at the rest of the band. They're all watching what's going on, and know what's about to happen. Twice makes eye contact with me, and gives a slight nod, telling me they give me the okay. I nod back.

I put my hand on Dabi's arm. He straightens and backs up, so I'm face to face with this creep. I take off my jacket so I have movement. (My signature for performances and public appearances. It has crimson wings painted on the back)

"So what do you say?" The smirk never leaving his face.

"I say it's a no."

"That's too bad, y'know, 'cause if you just said yes, this wouldn't be such a big deal." He says, and in a second he has a weapon, but it's not a knife. I couldn't register what it was until I heard a firecracker go off. Then, an immense pain in my stomache. I double over, hearing a scream, I hit the concrete, and my vision goes black.