Unsurprisingly, Dabi got a response from Hawks not much later, though he missed responding to it right away as he had peeled himself up from the couch to at least get his appearance somewhat more held together before heading out to meet the winged hero.
It seemed that Hawks was willing to drop out of his nightly patrol to meet with Dabi, so at least he seemed to understand the severity of the situation. Or at least how serious it was to Dabi.
It was raining now again, leading Dabi to be hunkered down sitting on the steps under an empty overhang, pulling his jacket tighter around his skinny frame. The street light nearby was the only source breaking through the night, casting long shadows that mostly covered Dabi from view.
He didn't have to wait long, thankfully, before hearing the sound of Hawks' wings flapping slightly to shake off the rain as he stepped under the overhang as well.
"Didn't make you wait long, did I?" Hawks spoke with a little bit of a chuckle behind his voice that Dabi could hear, and it only drove him up the wall further.
Dabi pushed himself up from his sitting position, one hand reaching out to grab onto Hawks' shirt while the other pressed his phone into Hawks' face. The video from earlier was up on the screen, clearly showing Hawks and his red wings taking up most of the space.
"What the hell is this?" Dabi ground out through his teeth, forcing himself to remember not to heat up his hand or he would accidentally melt his phone again.
"Hey now, where's my greeting?" Hawks was trying to deflect now, he could see it. Probably having second thoughts.
"Don't play innocent with me. You know what I want to talk about." Dabi pressed again, slowly lowering the phone to shove it back into his pocket as Hawks freed himself from Dabi's grip. It did the job well enough, as it seemed that Hawks' entire expression was different now. His eyebrows were furrowed, and that smirk of his was finally off his face.
"Why are you upset about this anyway?" Hawks asked as he took a step back from Dabi, putting a little space between them again. "You said you're not Touya, so why would you be mad that we're just trying to figure out what happened to him?"
"Because you're all claiming that he's me!" Dabi let out in a huff, as if the answer was obvious. "I figured that someone like you would know the importance of literally not broadcasting your true identity to the world, but apparently not. Sure, I might not be Touya, but still, do you have any idea how much trouble this is going to cause for me now?"
"You are a criminal, Dabi. You're going to get in trouble eventually. I had to tell them." Hawks said with a sigh, though it looked like he did regret that action.
"You really didn't." Dabi shot back quickly, sending a glare at Hawks before turning his back. A sharp gust of cold night rain and wind punctuated his words, causing a shiver to run up his spine and force him to tug his leather coat closed again.
It seemed that was enough to cause Hawks to be at a loss for words, because Dabi knew he was right. Hawks was supposed to be helping them, not doing things to cause problems, if he really claimed to want to be a villain. Dabi wasn't really sure that's what Hawks wanted anymore, but that was an issue for another day.
"Are you cold?" Hawks suddenly asked, breaking through the tense silence that had settled between them. "Here, you can borrow mine."
Dabi vaguely felt the heavy weight of Hawk's fur lined jacket sink onto his shoulders, immediately surrounding him in the warmth that it had secured from Hawks' own body heat. This prompted Dabi enough to finally look over at Hawks, his turquoise eyes catching Hawks' face. He knew that voice. He knew that half smile that seemed to sit so naturally on the hero's lips.
"Here! You can borrow mine, I'm not gonna use it. Gets in the way of my wings." The blond pushed the coat into young Dabi's hands, which were notably not covered in burn scars just yet though they were bandaged up. Keigo was smiling, but it was one of those that never quite reached up to the characteristic black lines that frames his eyes.
He was smaller, much smaller than now, but there was no denying the sharp red wings that sat behind Keigo's form in the memory.
Why had Dabi never remembered them before?
"Hawks." Dabi finally spoke, though his eyes tore away from the blonde. He knew what the answer was going to be before he even spoke the question, but he wasn't sure that he liked the outcome. "What is your real name?"
He couldn't see Hawks' face, so he didn't know what expression likely sat on it, but he had a good clue judging by the long pause of silence that lingered between them before the other finally spoke.
"...It's Keigo Takami."
Ah.
So he was Touya.
. . . Good to know.