Her hips felt incredibly stiff and sore as she shifted under the blankets. They had been together all night, finally coming to bed when they sky began to lighten. It felt like a dream, or a chapter from a romance novel, the way they melded together and the soft whispered promises they made. It made her face heat up just thinking about it as she slowly sat up.

Hawks was already gone, saying he had an important meeting this morning. He would be back after lunch, then they would go see Dabi, together. He was still against the whole thing, why she wasn't sure, but, she wanted answers.

After showering, she dressed in a crop, fitted black tank top and jeans. She brushed out her silver mane, looking forward to the day when she her natural color would grace her again. Her phone buzzed drawing her attention, "Hello?"

"Mika," Hawks sounded out of breath, "do my a favor."

"Okay."

"Lock every door in the house. Every window.

Lock yourself in a room."

Her brows furrowed as she began to move, "What's going on?"

A smokey voice sounded from the couch, "Tell him I said hello."

Mika froze, "Um...Hawks-"

There was silence on the phone until he finally spoke, "Hand it to him."

The white haired man stood, a smug look on his scarred face. His vibrant eyes looked her over carefully as he put the phone to his ear, "I'm sad you aren't here..." he chuckled lowly, "Don't be so dramatic...reading..." he looked at the title of the book and sighed, "Some history bullshit." He then scoffed, "Don't be rash. If I wanted to I would have...I'll keep her company until you get here."

Her grey eyes watched as he hung up the phone and turned it off. Clearing her throat she finally addressed him, "I'm assuming you're Dabi."

"Yeah," he eyed her, "I'm assuming you're the one whose been keeping him busy lately."

She smirked, "Yeah. How'd you get out?"

"I could've gotten out of that shit hole years ago if I wanted to. I'm just visiting," he tossed the book down, "They won't even know I'm gone."

"Well, is there anything I can get you?"

"Anything but shitty prison food."

She studied him for a moment, taking in his appearance. His white tshirt and dark, fitted jeans almost made him seem normal, and less like a killer. He narrowed his eyes before walking around the couch, up to her. Mika made no move to get away, it wouldn't do any good if she did.

"Any requests," she matched his gaze, feeling like if she showed weakness, he'd take advantage of her.

"You wouldn't be on the menu, would you," he reached up and felt her silk strands, "Who knew Hawks could pull someone like this?"

Mika chuckled, "I'm not up for grabs I'm afraid." She moved past him into the kitchen, "Lemme grab you something."

"Are you not afraid of me?" His eyes watched her.

"Yes," she was honest as she gathered ingredients, "I know exactly who you are. But it doesn't do any good to freak out." She sighed with a smile, "I think we both know Hawks is freaking out enough for two of us."

Hawks had never flown so fast, determined to get to her. He opened the door and froze. They were sitting at the dinner table, having a normal conversation while he ate. Hawks slammed the door shut, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Mika...I think he's upset with me," Dabi sighed, "I come all this way to see you..."

He shed his jacket and walked up to the table, "Do they know you're out?"

He shook his head, "Nope." He took one look at the winged her and rolled his eyes, "I'm going back idiot."

"Why?"

The once villain shrugged, "Got nothin else," he looked at Mika, "You're girlfriend is hot...though I prefer her hair darker."

He casually walked and stood behind her chair, "So, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I brought some information...but I also need some information."

"Of course," Hawks relaxed somewhat, "I'll do what I can."

"That loser, Sting," he watched Mika tense ever so slightly, "I can make him disappear for the right information."

Hawks opened his mouth, but Mika beat him to it, "What does that matter to you?"

Dabi grinned, "He thinks he's me...and there can only be one me."

"Care to elaborate," Mika leaned on the table, "I did just cook you a meal."

Hawks smirked, she was onto his trade game. Dabi chuckled, "He's obsessed with you. All he talks about is your quirk. He's got an army on the inside, well, he thinks he does."

"So what's he planning?" Mika placed a beer in front of him.

"A breakout."

Hawks blinked, "When?"

"A few weeks," he sipped the beer, "Your current number one hero is busy playing daddy. He thinks now's the best time."

"We can't do anything yet," Mika stared at the table in thought, "we need to let him think we've relaxed."

"She's hot and clever" Dabi cooed, earning a warning glare from Hawks.

"Can you give anymore details," Hawks leaned on the back of her chair.

"Not yet," He leaned back into the chair, "come see me a couple of weeks," his eyes cut to Mika, "with her."

"I don't think-"

"It's a power play," Mika chuckled, "To bring me in there...within his grasp, but sitting at a table with you."

"Hawks...do you pay her to stay around or..." He trailed off.

The winged hero rolled his eyes, "Lay off it."

"What do you know about Tobias Forge?"

Hawks froze, "A lot...why?"

"I've heard a little rumor."

"...Dabi..." He warned.

"He died, right?"

"Yes, it'll be seven years this winter."

Blue met gold, "What if I told you, I hear he's back in Japan...under a guise?"

Anger filled Hawks features, "If that was the case, he'd know not to show up...leaving his sister to think he's dead this entire time."

"I also heard the rumor...he worked for my copy cat..."

A twist settled in his gut, "Then he'll get no remorse or grace."

"I need to know everything," Dabi leaned on the table, resting his chin in his scarred hands.