Well, the "League of Villains" fucked it up again.

Not really that surprising, given who Dabi had to work with. And against. Strong as the villains might be, taking down All Might wasn't something they could do without All for One. Maybe if Hawks had been there they might have had a better chance, but obviously none of them trusted his villain act yet. They weren't about to have him show up, betray them, and join All Might against them.

Regardless of exactly what happened it was all a disaster, and Dabi was now hiding among the smoking wreckage. The heroes were trailing off into the distance, and so he quickly made his way away from the scene and into the depths of the city where he could hide. Only problem was, he didn't have anywhere to go. Their usual hangout was destroyed, and per the League's agreement no one knew where each other lived. Not that Dabi would want to go to any of their houses. They were all crazy, which made them good villains, but horrible housemates.

For now, he would stick to the alleyways and dark corners, till he found a fire escape which would lead up to a roof. From there he would be able to figure out where the hell he was and what in the world he was going to do about it.

Climbing up the fire escape was a struggle, since as he raised his arm pain shot up through his side and chest and destroyed his breathing. Gritting his teeth Dabi attempted to ignore it, like he did with all the other constant pain in his body. He didn't have the time to sit around and wait for himself to get better. In the back of his mind he was feeling slightly jealous for the heroes and their "recovery girl".

Sitting on the edge of the roof he looked over the darkening sky, taking a moment to wipe at the few scars on his face that had been ripped in the fight and were bleeding. The cool air stung when it brushed against the cuts, sending a chill over his body. Dabi didn't bother making fire to stave it off though, that would take too much effort for only a small reward.

As he was sitting there he heard the cruch of boots on the roof behind him, yet Dabi didn't bother turning around to see who it was. He could tell by the flutter of feathers and the shifting of wings that it wasn't a threat to him, hopefully.

"You've seen better days, Dabi." The distinctly toned voice of Hawks sounded behind the scared male. Dabi let out a sigh at the words, pulling his legs up closer to himself as a gust of colder wind blew by and made him shiver. His voice was a mix of disappointed, taunting, and even a tad worried, if Dabi wasn't dreaming. As expected, he was probably here to say 'I told you so' and prove to Dabi that he should be in the League. Yet Dabi wasn't one hundred percent sure that Hawks was sold on the villain idea. Although, to be fair, neither was Dabi. He had his reasons, but just being a villain for the sake of being a villain wasn't one.

"I know why the League wouldn't let me help out with this. But.." Hawks stepped forward, moving to sit next to Dabi. "You're injured, you've got nowhere to go, and right now you're a criminal charged with how many murders again?" His tone was shockingly light hearted, bordering teasing. He didn't look the other in the eyes, however, instead electing to stare forward into the city's darkening skyline. Dabi didn't look at him either, turning his face and attempting to hide the injuries that he just sustained. No need to show Hawks how hurt he was at the moment.

"Thanks for the horrible pep talk, chicken wings, if you don't leave me alone it'll be one more than that in case you were wondering. I don't need help from you." He rolled his eyes at the other's teasing tone, letting out a bit of a scoff.

"You're always a pleasure to speak with." Hawks replied dryly, crossing one leg over the other. "I wasn't assuming you needed help. I was just offering it, you can turn me down, yknow. It even works without death threats!" Hawks remarked amusedly, briefly glancing at Dabi but looking away just as quickly. "I've got first aid at home. You can treat your injuries, rest up, eat something, I don't care. If I can't help in battle, I might as well help out afterwards." His voice was considerably softer now, less sarcastic than before.

Dabi was initially quiet as Hawks spoke, sharp blue eyes trailing some random street goer to keep his eyes away from the other. "I said I don't need-" He was about ready to snap at him, and go off about offering things to him like some hero, but fell silent as he could tell it was offered in a softer tone. That broke him out of his thought, and he glanced down at his feet before glancing over at Hawks. Was he trying to earn some sort of trust here? Try and get Dabi to form some kind of opinion about him that would help his in to the League? Selfish. Yet, Dabi was having a hard time picturing Hawks doing that. Sure, he wanted in, but he seemed genuine with his intent to help Dabi.

"I'm fine." Dabi still found himself replying warily though, forcing his body to get up. Even just sitting there that long he could feel his muscles getting stiff and tired. Taking a step towards the fire escape again he felt the large bruise on his side protest and pain shoot up his hip, causing him to stumble and wince. So much for keeping his injuries a secret from Hawks.

"Dabi- you're hurt, alright? I've got an extra bed, you wouldn't even need to interact with me." Hawks stood up, not following Dabi but looking at him in what Dabi could see was concern. "It's my place, or someone's gonna find you. And they probably won't offer you this."

Dabi stopped walking when he heard Hawks stand up. Strange that Hawks was being so concerned now. He knew that Dabi would sooner push him off the roof than a lot of other things. Dabi would sooner fry him to a pile of ashes. So why did it sound like Hawks was worried, and maybe even feeling sympathy, for this villain that was bruised up? Yet it wasn't like Dabi had many options at this point. It was getting colder as the night grew close, and Dabi did not have the energy to wrangle his quirk into submission to create fire for warmth. Being completely honest with himself, Dabi knew that he would soon pass out from exhaustion if he stopped moving. With himself on the street, that meant that any random person walking by could see him, call the heroes, and he would be non the wiser until they woke him up in a cell.

"Fine. Just for tonight." He found himself saying as he turned back around to face Hawks, digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket.