Chapter 8

Dabi pulls out the phone from his pocket, opening the message with a smile on his face to see four read messages and four unread messages.

*Hawks*: Hey, I'm sorry about what I said back there, it was just a stunt. I just couldn't keep listening to those lame speeches.

*Hawks*: You know that's not how I really feel about the work you do.

*Hawks*: Endeavor should have used the speech you wrote for him. I didn't think he would say that.

*Hawks*: Baby please don't be mad at me. Can I make it up to you by bringing your favorite orange curry from Sakura's tonight?!

*New Messages*

*Hawks*: Did you get out of the city? Are you alright?

*Hawks*: Please tell me you got out of the city safe. I'm worried about you.

*Hawks*: Baby please? I'm really worried about you.

*Hawks*: Please just text me to say you're alright! I'm freaking out!

Dabi smiles to himself, knowing that with these messages, he has that fuck boy in the palm of his hands. He places the phone back into the pockets of his jeans, now thinking about how he will get that sweet butterfly to fly into them.

He stands in the abandoned warehouse, leaning to the side with his hands dug deeply in his pockets. The metal door screeches open as the blonde winged hero comes walking in. He's limping, gripping onto his shoulder as he approaches the black-haired villain.

When he approaches him, he pulls out a large single feather that hardens to a sword. The hero places the wing to Dabi's scarred neck, forcing him to lift his head up a bit to expose his neck to an open attack.

Dabi watches the hero with a lopsided smile on his face, taking note of the scuffs on that pretty little money maker of his. He looks disheveled, his hair is a mess, and he's clearly more than upset with the outcome of today's events. "That wasn't how you said things would play out," he presses him.

"Oh, is that a fact?" Dabi releases in a condescending tone.

"I'd prefer it if you and I got along better, Dabi."

"Thought you only had small feathers left after that battle," he challenges him, repeating what the pro said in front of Endeavor.

"If I'm going to meet a liar in a secret location, I'm not coming unarmed," he warns him. "The fight was supposed to go down in an abandoned warehouse next week, and instead you unleashed a Nomu in the middle of the city. One on a totally different level than the others we've faced. If we're going to trust each other, you're going to have to keep me up to date."

"I guess I had a sudden change of heart," he smiles down on the hero. "But I did give you advanced warning I wanted to test the new Nomu in the field. Besides, you're not one without blame yourself. You let the Number One take over in that battle, stirred up the public and gained trust in his rise. That's not what we agreed upon either."

"Your beast gave Endeavor severe injuries. I thought you'd be thrilled to give him such a workout. He's certainly out of commission for a while," he grimaces at the idea. "I did what you asked of me. You're the only one who broke a promise here."

"Think of it as me testing our pet pro to see if I can actually trust his word," he says lifting two fingers to the feather that threatens his throat and pushes it aside. "I couldn't help but notice how quick you jumped in to save a couple of bystanders; looked more than just a show to me," he challenges him. "You came to us saying that you sympathize with our cause, yet you fought so hard today."

"You told me to make a show of it. To come save the day," he reminds him with gritted teeth.

"Sure, but you coulda made it look a little more difficult, maybe failed a civilian or two," he smiles, stretching his lips against his staples.

"I'm no good to you if the hero community loses its faith in my work. The more they trust me, the more intel I'll be able to collect on them; you know that. Unless you're incapable of thinking long-term."

Dabi steps forward, moving dangerously close towards the red winged hero. "Can't think long-term, eh?" he cocks his head to the side, lopsided smirk on his lips. "Because I feel as though I was thinking pretty far ahead when I swiped up that pretty little purple-haired pet of yours," he begins with a widening grin as the hero now looks onto him with enlarging eyes.

"What was her name again? Asane? Akami?" Dabi rasps with a sinister tone.

The hero quickly lifts the feathered sword back at the scarred villain's throat. "What the hell did you do to her?" he asks in a deep desolate tone that contradicts his typical cool boy hero act.

"Selfish of you to keep a piece like that all to yourself. I'd like to think of us as friends, and friends share their toys."

Hawks presses the sword harder against the villain's throat, drawing blood. "Where the fuck is she?" he growls with a narrowed hated glare.

"Easy, hero," Dabi says swatting the sword away. "You kill me and the little butterfly won't see the light of day ever again."

Hawks drops the sword, taking in a defeated breath as his voice cracks with desperation. "Please, just tell me she's alright."

"Let's just say that she's sleeping pretty in a safehouse of mine," Dabi begins. "And if you want to see her again, you'll do as I ask."

"Yeah, alright, anything," Hawks says with a groan at what he's agreeing to and Dabi smiles to himself.

He could have told the villain that he didn't know who he was talking about, or that the girl meant nothing to him, but he was so short minded that he showed Dabi perfectly how much the girl means to him. And with that desperation in his tone, Dabi knows just how far he can push the hero.

"You were so busy playing hero up there, that you didn't even notice her crying out for you," Dabi torments the blonde. "But don't worry, I came to her rescue."

"Why are you doing this? She's done nothing."

Dabi smiles with a tilt of his head so he looks down on the man. "You went too far with the hero act today, didn't make it look like you sympathize with the cause much," he says shifting his body to a lazier stance. "If you want that pretty little slam piece of yours to remain intact, you'll have to prove yourself; and I don't mean participating in some fake fight this time."

"What do you want?" Hawks asks in a defeated tone.

Dabi smiles as he pulls out the clipping from the newspaper and hands it to the blonde hero. "You want to prove yourself? I want you to kill him. When I see the body, you can see the girl."

Hawks looks down at the photo, only to quickly look back at the villain with wide incredulous eyes. "You're serious? This… Best Jeanist? This is the Number Three hero."

"Glad to see our pet hero isn't blind," Dabi jests. "Get it done," he tells him with a darkening tone as he pushes past the winged hero. "And don't you dare tell the Number One about this. In fact, don't tell anyone about this, or you'll just fail them like you did her."

"He'll notice her missing. She's never missed a day of work," Hawks growls at him.

"Make sure to be quick about it," Dabi calls out to him as he departs the warehouse, not focusing on the comment about her job as he's already worked something out. "I can't guarantee I won't enjoy my pretty little catch for long."

"Don't you fucking lay a finger on her!" Hawks growls with a savage tone as he spins on his heels to face the villain.

Dabi chuckles at this as he lazily waves back at the hero. "I'll be in touch… partner," he smiles to himself, leaving the winged bastard behind.

Once the villain departs the warehouse, Hawks quickly runs with as much force as he can towards her home, wishing he still had his wings. Once he's at her apartment, he begins frantically pounding on her door.

This can't be happening. This has to be some sick joke of his.

"Asami!" Hawks calls out, loud enough for her to hear if she were inside. "Asami, are you in there?" he continues to pound on the door. "Fuck," he shouts as he hits his fist to the door.

He quickly heads to the front desk of her Highrise when the receptionist looks up at him with wide swooning eyes. "Omigod it's Hawks!" the young girl melts at his presence.

Hawks shoots her a sly smirk, trying to put on a cool show, but panicking internally. "Hey, hey!" he says in his sing-song voice. "So, my friend's outta town and asked me to water her plants, and I kinda forgot with all that's been going on with… well you know," he playfully points at the sky with an overexaggerated roll of his eyes that draws a playful giggle from the teenage blue-haired girl.

"Anywho, so with all that villainous nonsense, I kinda lost her key," his lips turn downwards with a 'yikes' expression. "You would be an absolute life saver if you could hand me the master copy that you have back there," he quickly speaks, "I promise I will bring it right back!" he assures her. "She's just going to kill me if I don't water her plants. She's a botanist. It's a big deal."

"Well… I don't know…" the young teen lingers. "It's against policy unless we've been given written permission from the tenant."

"Listen… Hana," he says glancing down quickly at her nametag. "I totally understand policies and rules and all that; they ensure order. But you would be my hero if you did this for me," he says clapping his gloved hands into a pleading gesture.

She chews on her lip for a moment, glancing around the desk to see if anyone is watching. After assessing the area, she leans in with a smile on her face. "Okay, but could I get a selfie with you kissing my cheek? The girls at my school would die if they saw me with you!" she giggles wildly and Hawks presses an awkward laugh to her.

"Yeah sure, let's drop 'em dead!" he chuckles as she jumps and cheers with excitement.

She runs around the desk with a skip in her step, taking the phone in her hand and holding it at an arm's reach. She smiles up at the camera while he moves in for a kiss on her cheek. Before his lips reach her cheek, she turns her head and makes contact with his lips, snapping the photo quickly.

Hawks pulls away quickly, but she is swift to skip back to the desk. "My friends are going to lose it!" she sings as she cradles the phone.

"Uh yeah," Hawks scratches the back of his head. "So, the key?"

"Oh yeah!" she smiles. "What room?"

"Asami Hatsuse. Room 7755," he informs the girl.

She smiles, quickly running to the spare keys and handing them to him. "Don't forget to return them!" she sings to him as he turns from her.

"You're the real hero!" he winks at her as she melts at him.

Hawks wastes no time to reach her room, quickly running to her door and turning the key. He opens the door with a rough swing and begins searching the room. "Asami?" he calls out in the small space, already knowing that she is not here, but searching the room nonetheless. "Asami!"

He enters her room to see that her bed is made as always. Her bedroom is undisturbed, along with her bathroom and living room.

There is no sign of a struggle, but there is also no sign of her returning to her home after the Billboard Charts. He considers that she might be with a friend, but with Dabi's words hanging on the back of his mind, he can't help but fear that the charred maniac has her in his possession.

"Fuck, Asami I'm so sorry," he groans as he runs his fingers through his golden hair.

He pulls out the crumbled newspaper clipping from his pocket and looks onto the face of the Number Three hero. His heart pounds wildly in his chest as he glances down at the image of the hero. "I'm sorry, Jeanist," he exhales as he turns from the home.

Dabi walks the streets, keeping a low cover as everyone picks up the pieces of the crumbling city. He watches as heroes use their Quirks to work together to clean up the city after the overwhelming carnage of the battle. He smiles to himself at the devastation they've caused, seeing the look in everyone's eyes as they begin to lose faith in their precious heroes that failed to protect them and their city.

He turns down an alley when he sees a blue-haired girl skipping towards him humming happily. He narrows his eyes when the girl locks her gaze on him. She quickly stops skipping and looks onto the scarred villain.

Dabi steps forward towards her when she begins slowly melting in front of him. He takes a step back as the blonde emerges from the slime that covers her nude body. Dabi groans as he shields his eyes from her, "Do you gotta be naked to transform?" he asks her with a disgusted grunt in his tone.

"It's more comfortable that way, I hate wearing clothes underneath. It gets itchy," the sharp-toothed Toga responds with pouty lips.

"Whatever, did you get what I asked for?"

"Mhmm," she happily nods her head, handing him the phone as she begins to get dressed.

He looks down at the phone with a wide smile, seeing the picture of Hawks kissing the blue-haired girl. In the photo it doesn't look as spur of the moment as it was, and looks like a genuine loving embrace. He chuckles to himself at how perfect the pieces are falling into place.

"Good job you little psycho," he congratulates her.

"Can I come with you to her place?" she asks with wide frantic eyes. "I want to share clothes with her. Best friends share their clothes!"

"Yeah, whatever," Dabi rolls his eyes with a lazy wave of his hand.

It's been a few hours since she was knocked out and Dabi figures that she's got to be waking up soon. He wants to be there when she wakes up, figuring that she'll certainly be feisty about her situation, but he can melt her barriers. Hell, he can use his Quirk if he needs to.

They head to her apartment to get a few clothes and belongings to bribe her into being a good girl. Toga trails behind him with a skip in her step as she hums some annoying tune.

Once they are in her building, they take the elevator up to her floor. They meet with the multiple personality villain on her floor and they use the keys they swiped off of her to enter the apartment.

When they open the door, Dabi is struck by the smell of flowers and candles. He takes in a deep breath, groaning at the sweet smell of her invading his nostrils.

"Fuck, why do all girls smell like flowers?" he exhales with a wide smile, looking back at his friend.

Twice is touching some knick-knacks on her entry table as he speaks, "Because they are all beautiful roses," he says sweetly. "Poisonous little minxes!" his other part jumps in.

"I want to smell like her!" Toga swoons as she twirls into the apartment.

Dabi chuckles as he continues into the apartment. His bright blue eyes excitedly scan every inch of her home, taking in the modern décor along with the feminine smells and touches.

There is a smell in here that is distinctly hers that he picked up on the night they met. He wants to find that scent and burry his nostrils in it.

Twice moves to her refrigerator as he begins eating her food while Dabi and Toga move to her bedroom. He walks around the room, allowing his hands to caress against the furniture and brush against her sheets, while Toga makes a beeline for her closet.

He walks to the edge of her canopy bed. He looks up, taking hold of the large black beams of the bedposts on each side of the footboard. He imagines having her lying down on the bed while he thrusts inside her. He can see her under him, laying on her back and looking up at him with those heavy fuck-me eyes.

He imagines her legs spread wide open for him while he positions his body in between them, standing over her naked frame. He digs his fingers into the bed's posts as he imagines holding onto these beams as he wrecks that pretty little pussy of hers until she's unable to walk the next day.

He can hear her panting his name, focusing on her saying his name the way she did the night they met. "Dabi," she breathes with that breathy sigh of hers. "Dabi," she pants. "Dabi!" she cries.

He shuts his eyes tightly; he can practically feel her clenching around his cock if he keeps his eyes closed tight enough. He can feel her fingers digging into his body as she tries to ground herself while he lifts her to the highest point she's ever been lifted. How ironic that the flame user will lift her higher than the flying fuck boy. That he promises her. He will fuck the ever-living shit out of her, until there is nothing left of her.

Dabi opens his eyes, dropping his hands from the beams when he's crashed into the reality that she's not writhing under him.

Not yet.

He moves from her bed to her nightstands, looking for those sweet toys that girls like to keep within an arm's reach of their needy bodies.

He opens the left-side nightstand to see extra phone chargers and other miscellaneous items. He kneels down to her right-side nightstand and his smile threatens to reach his eyes.

"Jackpot," he says with a chuckle as he looks into the drawer to see packs of condoms, lube, a light blue little clit vibrator that slips on her finger, and lastly a purple vibrator that bends upwards for her g-spot. In the second drawer he finds, handcuffs, a glass anal plug, and a silk blindfold.

"You naughty little slut," Dabi chuckles as he pulls out a garbage bag and throws the toys into the bag to use on her when the time comes. He closes the drawers and lifts himself back to his feet.

He moves from her bed when he heads to her closet. He enters the walk-in closet, to see Toga already trying on her clothes as she hums happily. He doesn't acknowledge her as he focuses on brushing his hands against the many clothes that she has, snickering at the fact that she took the time to color coordinate her closet.

He pulls out the trash bag and tears some of the clothes off of their hangers and stuffs them into the bag for her to wear. He makes sure to grab everything from the sexy dresses and lingerie section, and nothing from her boring business attire and work out outfits, though he does grab a few yoga pants, knowing what those'll do to that ass of hers.

"What do you think? Do you think she'll mind if I take this one?" Toga asks as she swings back and forth in the short blue dress.

"It makes you look boxy," he says flicking her forehead and she growls at him.

He moves from the hanging clothes to a hamper tucked away in the corner. His eyes light up and he digs into the basket of dirty clothes. His hands quickly find a small piece of black lace that he can recognize from anywhere. He lifts the panties in front of his face, pulls his hands apart as he spreads out the fabric to examine it.

Dabi smiles to himself when he confirms they are the panties she wore when they first met. He bunches the black lacy material in his fists, pressing the fabric to his face and inhaling deeply. He groans as he exhales, feeling himself harden at the smell. Flowers and the distinct smell of a clean pussy mix together to formulate her scent.

"So that's what you smell like, fuck doll," he grunts as he readjusts himself, placing the panties in his pocket and taking them for his own.

"Gross," Toga groans as she turns from him to pull more clothes from their hangers.

He snickers at her and heads from her closet to her bathroom where her vanity is filled with various bullshit skin products that do the same shit: keep your face looking like shit so you keep buying their overpriced garbage.

He rolls his eyes and moves to her shower where he finds her shampoo and conditioner. He opens the bottles, smelling them when he finally finds the scent that sticks to her skin. He smiles to himself, inhaling the scent of lilies, peonies, daisies and whatever other bullshit they stuff into these bottles to make girls smell so damn good.

He places a few bottles into the trash bag for her, as he continues to collect things for her during her stay in the safe house.

He's still hard smelling all these scents that remind him of her. He knows what she smells like, now he needs to know what she tastes like.

He leaves the bedroom and returns to her living room. His eyes scan the area lazily since there probably isn't anything in there that was as exciting as her toys and underwear in the bedroom. His eyes land on her coffee table where her laptop rests, however, something else catches his eye.

Laying on top of her laptop sits an all too familiar red book. An uncontrolled smile touches his lips as he reaches for the book.

"Meta Liberation War," Dabi reads on the cover of the novel. He lifts the book to Twice's view as the villain scarves down her food in the kitchen. "Not really the light reading of a hero," he chuckles as he places the book in front of him and flips through the pages.

He notices that she's highlighted sections and left comments in the edges of the book. Most of her comments are ways to get around the narrative the book is publishing, and PR stunts to spin the narrative of this villainous book into one that Heroes can guide the public into considering.

Dabi places the book back down and watches as Twice shovels the food from her refrigerator. "She's a great cook! My compliments to the chef!" the black and gray villain calls out excitedly.

Dabi rolls his eyes at the eccentric villain. "Speaking of," he states, "Sleeping Beauty is bound to be waking up any moment now. We should probably be there when she's awake."

"Yes, Sir!" he jumps up, saluting the villain.

"But before we go," he says pulling out his phone and navigating them to Sakura's. "Let's get some curry," he says with a wide smile.