A/N: My Dabi stans are going to hate me for this chapter! But we gotta feed these Hawks stans here too! Things are getting pretty complicated up in here!
Chapter 46
Outside the Endeavor Hero Agency – 6 Months Ago
Asami stands outside the Endeavor Hero Agency waiting in line with Emiko as their food is being prepared. They are both on their lunch break and speak aimlessly about their weekend plans. The work week has been long, and Asami is more than excited that the weekend is on the horizon and she can veg-out on the couch for two days.
"Those are the best kind of weekends," Emiko says as they stand in line. "We have a fully booked schedule with Yoko's dance recitals," she tells her.
Asami opens her mouth to say something when she hears her name being called out. She turns around, recognizing that voice anywhere. Her eyes quickly find his grand crimson wings in the crowd as he approaches her, oblivious to the adoring fans that swoon at the sight of him since his gaze is locked on her.
"Oh my gosh, it's Hawks!" Emiko blushes as she watches the hero approach the two of them. She is completely starstruck by the Number Three Hero, despite working at the agency of the Number Two, but then again, they rarely see Endeavor unless a story has blown far out of proportion and when that's the case, he is far from approachable.
"Hawks," she says with shock lacing her tone. "What are you doing in Hosu? This isn't your jurisdiction," she asks as the hero reaches her.
"Just wanted to show my new student intern the best place for a bite in Hosu," he says with a wide grin as his eyes linger on hers. "This is Tokoyami, he's a student in the hero courses at UA," he says reaching his hand back to address the heteromorphic boy. "Tokoyami, this is Asami Hatsuse. She was one of my best workers back in the day and a UA alumnus," he says eyes never leaving Asami's.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Tokoyami responds with a respectful bow that Asami returns.
"You're in good hands, Tokoyami," Asami smiles at him. "Though don't let Hawks make you do busy work; he's notorious for that," she teases him with a dimpled grin that Hawks returns.
Tokoyami watches as the two of them stare at one another, a tension building between them as their eyes focus on no one else. He narrows his eyes and sighs as he watches the playboy play his games on Asami. He isn't oblivious to what is going on between the two of them as she flirtatiously tugs her hair behind her ear and he leans against the food cart to appear cool and collected.
He sighs again, hating where this internship has been going. He figured the Number Three hero would be more professional than this, but with his comments of wanting him because he was involved in the USJ attack and all the flirting between the people in his office and now this woman, Tokoyami is becoming increasingly discouraged at what he's supposed to learn during this internship.
With people in his class like Todoroki and Bakugo rising the ranks and interning with high-ranking heroes, he thought he had a chance to reach their heights when Hawks extended an invitation to his agency, however, it's clear that he will be learning nothing during this apprenticeship and he will fall behind his peers. What a waste of time.
Tokoyami looks down, noticing the subtle brush of Hawks' hand against Asami's. The gesture is elusive and had he not looked down in that instant, he would have missed it. He can see now that this girl must mean something more to him since all the other interactions he witnessed weren't as physical and seemed more harmless. He turns his head from the two flirting with one another as he crosses his arms over his chest, wondering if he was stupid to accept this internship in the first place.
Later that night, Asami and Hawks lay in her bed, tangled between the sheets with one another. Asami lays on his broad chest while he strokes his fingers down the curve of her bare back. Their clothes litter the floor and both of their bodies are sweaty from their exercise.
Hawks looks up at her ceiling, taking in the texture of the walls while Asami brushes his chest with her fingers and focuses on the beating of his heart under her ear.
"Tokoyami seems nice," she says bringing up the day's events.
"Yeah, he's a good kid, I guess," he returns nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders.
"You don't seem impressed," Asami says tilting her head up at him.
"Well, Endeavor's kid was my first choice, but I figured he'd pick his dad's agency over mine."
Asami shakes her head at his comment, "Why would you want Shouto in your agency?" she asks him. "His Quirk wouldn't suit your operations—if anything it would hinder it. Tokoyami's Quirk is far more up your alley."
"Sure," he begins, "But I really only picked him because he was part of the USJ attack. The HPSC wants me to investigate—"
"Did you tell him that?" Asami speaks over him, lifting her head off of his chest and looking down at him with tense brows.
"No…" he thinks for a moment, "Well maybe I mentioned it, but—"
"You are such an asshole!" she accuses him with a playful tone, but there is still a sense of truth to her words. "Imagine meeting your hero and him being as dismissive as you were to that boy today."
Hawks snorts at her words with a soft grin on his lips. "Baby, my hero is Endeavor. I'm fully expecting him to react to me like that when we finally clash. I'd be disappointed if he didn't."
Asami rolls her eyes at him. "That doesn't give you the right to behave like that. Don't be that arrogant hero who doesn't have time for his student intern. I can't believe you told him you only chose him because he was part of the USJ attack. You have no class!" she snidely teases him.
"Alright, alright! I'll change my ways!" he playfully rolls his eyes and snatches her into a hug, rolling on top of her and pulling her close to him. He peppers her cheeks with kisses that she stubbornly refuses, though the smile is evident on her face.
She presses her hand against his chest to push him away from her. "And you were too obvious today!" she scolds him. "Anyone with half a brain could see you looking at me like that and know something's going on between us!"
"What can I say?" he begins looking down at her with a tilt of his head. "I can't hide it when I look into those eyes," he says and she blushes, sheepishly looking away from him.
"That poor kid probably thinks you're such a player," she shakes her head at him.
"How do I get the kid to like me again?" he asks her as he brushes stray strands of hair from her face.
She turns to him, her bright lilac eyes finding his golden gaze that adoringly watches her. "Do what you did to me," she begins. "Show him the world from your point of view."
Hawks blinks down at her, not fully expecting her to bring that memory back into his mind, but when the image plays back in his head, he can't help but smile as his chest swells at the memory. That was the beginning for them and ever since then, he can't imagine a moment without her. "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?" he asks her as he brushes his nose against hers.
"Not enough," she teases him with a smile that presses her adorable dimples to her cheeks.
"You're amazing," he returns with a serious tone, reflecting just how special she truly is to him.
Present Day – Day 62
Asami sits stiffly in the boardroom as she stares aimlessly at her computer. It isn't because there's nothing to do, but rather because she can't work with Spinner standing so closely behind her back and watching her every move.
It's been two days since the assault and Dabi has made good on his promise to ensure that Asami is being watched at every waking moment of her life. She doesn't have a second to breathe and feel alone with her thoughts as each member of the League monitors her.
She hasn't been able to reach out to Hawks and she worries that as the days pass and they get closer to D-Day, she won't be able to slip away from the League and inform him of vital information that will give the heroes the upper hand in the war.
She swallows down her worries for now and tries to focus on her work. She notices Spinner perking up behind her when she reviews an article with him in it. He leans in behind her and examines her computer screen. "What's this?" the reptilian man asks her with a rough tone as he looks onto her screen to see his image returned to him.
"It's an article about your influence on the MLA," she tells him. "I've been working on your image of late, and since we merged our forces, you've been looked at as a kind of representative for the heteromorphic community. A lot of heteromorphs are excited that you've garnered power within the MLA and are creating forums and chatrooms to discuss their own stories and struggles growing up as heteromorphs in this society."
She looks back at him, seeing a shimmering in his eyes of pride begin to swell at the realization that he's become a public figure for others like him to follow behind. "And you worked on this?" he asks her, turning his eyes to hers.
Asami shrugs, seeing it as nothing more than she's done for anyone else in the League. "I guess I just started the conversation, but the public are the one who took a liking to you."
"So, what are they saying about me?" he asks her with a piqued interest.
"That you're authentic to the cause, and that with Stain's philosophy and your heteromorphic appearance, others feel like they can relate with you and get behind your ideology."
"My ideology?" he asks her.
"That the hero society has cast away those who have heteromorphic appearances in favor of those who don't."
"And this is all happening online? In these chatrooms?" he asks her incredulously.
"Mmhmm," she nods showing him more chatrooms where people discuss the adversity they've faced and how they praise Spinner for rising above the oppression to gain notoriety within the PLF ranks.
"Woah," he says with widening eyes. "This is amazing!" he excitedly adds. "And you did all of this?"
"Like I said, I just started the discussion, your actions and influences were the ones that got people so hyped up."
Spinner displays a satisfied smile on his face as he leans back in his chair and thinks about the influence that he can have on those akin to him. Like Stain, he could start a real discussion regarding the treatment of heteromorphs in hero society, and how their outward appearance can handicap them and the civilians from honest work. He swells with a sense of pride that his name and image is behind the catalyst of this movement.
After a long day of working—and with Skeptic and Trumpet out on a mission of their own—Asami decides she's tired and ready to be finished with her work. She tells Spinner that she's ready to be escorted to her room and the reptilian grunts as he lifts himself from his seat.
He leads the way while Asami aimlessly follows behind him. He's lost in his own thoughts and doesn't pay her much attention, nor does she him. Most of these interactions with the League are strictly business of keeping Asami safe from an attack, and save for Twice or Toga, she doesn't speak much with Compress or Spinner when they escort her to and from.
Asami is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't see the figure looming over her, and when her body is pulled from the hallway, she doesn't even have a second to cry out before their hand is on her lips and she's tugged into the closet.
Her eyes widen when they land on her assailant to see that it is Hawks. His action was extremely risky and her heart races wildly as she thinks about Spinner. "What are you doing? Spinner is out there; he's going to notice I'm gone!" she whisper-yells at him.
His golden eyes fall onto her lilac stare and she can see the sorrow filling his gaze as he looks onto her jaw to see the small marks on her face left from the claws of the wolfman that attacked her. She knows he's aware of the attack since she held his feather during the entire ordeal. He undoubtedly heard every moment of the assault, whilst feeling her clenching harder onto his feather in an attempt to summon him to her, but he never came.
Hawks lifts his gloved hand to her cheek and brushes it with the softest caress he can so not to hurt her. His brows turn downward with regret and a frown takes over his handsome face. "I'm so sorry," his gruff voice lets out as his thumb brushes her jaw. "I should have been there."
"It's alright—"
"It's not," he interrupts her. "I heard the attack and flew as fast as I could towards you, but when Dabi showed I…" he bites back his words as he watched the villain melt his adversaries in front of them. Hawks would have never been able to react in such a way. He would have had to taken the just route and kept the assailant alive, but Dabi—being the villain that he is—was able to take her into his arms and kill the man that hurt her so senselessly. It hurt Hawks to see her lean into his hold as if she trusted him to protect her. And he did. Dabi protected her where Hawks could not.
"We need to lay low," she tells him. "I understand that you weren't able to show yourself." She knows that Hawks would have protected her if he could have, but given the circumstances, it's best that Dabi and the rest of the League don't know they are in contact with one another. But it still hurt him to see and made him feel less of a hero for it.
His thumb continues to brush her jawline while the rest of his fingers curl around her small neck and to the back of her nape. His gaze is overtaken by the emotions that he is feeling of seeing her so close to death and being able to do nothing to stop it. Watching another man save her, kill her assailant, and have her lean into them because she trusts them makes him sick to his stomach.
Knowing that he was so close to losing her makes the realization of her plan to runaway with Dabi all the more real and the realization of finality washes over him. He cannot lose her to him. He cannot stand here idly and watch as she runs off with a villain.
Hawks pulls her head towards him and without thinking, he closes the distance between them and presses his lips against hers.
The softness of their lips crashing against one another drives a moan from his throat, and when she doesn't pull away from him, he turns his head to the side to get a better angle as he holds onto her nape with a tighter embrace. They haven't kissed one another since the Billboard Charts, and feeling her lips on his again feels like he's finally found home once more. He's been lost without the real Asami in his grasp, and feeling her pressed to him again makes everything complete once more.
His hands fall from her face and find her hips, grabbing hold of them and pulling her body flush with his. He needs to know she's here, and alive, and his.
Hawks' hands lift up the curve of her spine, tracing the indent in her back as she arches into him. She arches into him as she aches for his touch just as much as he does. It's an old sensation she forgot, now suddenly returned to her.
The way he touches her—ignites her—is different than what she's known and it's a familiarity that she had forgotten. She feels safe in his arms with his body pressed flush with hers and she lifts her hands into his golden locks, entangling her fingers through the wild strands of his hair as they drive their kiss deeper and deeper.
A soft moan escapes her mouth as Hawks separates her lips with his own and presses his tongue into the confines of her mouth. Their kiss needs no introduction as they meld into one another with a hungry touch-starved embrace. The heat between them grows heavy as he grinds his body against hers and backs her against the wall of the closet. She can feel him hardening through his hero costume, and a ravenous need to have him takes over her as she bucks her hips against him in return.
Hawks' hands depart from exploring her body and make for the singular purpose of taking her for himself. He reaches down to the hem of her shirt and begins tugging it out of the skirt it's tucked into. Asami moans with acceptance as his lips depart from hers and greedily make their way to her neck where he peppers her with kisses and soft bites. It's then that realization strikes her like a fast-approaching vehicle to a brick wall.
She lifts her hands to his chests and pushes him away from her with a bit more force than she meant to. Hawks' golden stare turns to confusion when he sees the look of absolute panic reach her face. It takes him a moment to realize why she would push him away with such urgency when his eyes fall to her neck. The marks on her neck from Dabi are still there and prevalent, but right where his lips just were, glistening in his saliva is a new mark that he can call his.
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have—"
"I should just go. Spinner is outside and…" she mumbles to herself as she quickly grabs something from the shelf as an alibi for her disappearance.
"Will he notice?" Hawks asks with a tightening throat at what Dabi will do to her if he notices a mark on her that's not his.
"I need to leave," she says reaching for the door before Hawks intervenes by caging her between his arms and holding the door from opening.
"He'll hurt you if he notices," he says with a rough baritone in his voice that sends a shiver down Asami's spine.
"He won't," she says and he isn't sure if she means that he won't notice, or he won't hurt her; either way her tone's unconvinced.
Hawks exhales, knowing she's been gone for a suspicious amount of time and he cannot hold her here any longer than he already has. He lowers his arms and releases her from his confinement as she stares at the door. He looks at the back of her head, wanting nothing more than to take her from here so she never has to see him again. The way she arched into him, the way she combed her fingers through his hair… this isn't over. This love is not finished and he can tell her now that he still loves her. He wonders if those words would change her mind.
"I'll work on getting away from my tail if I gather any further information," she tells him, "But it might be hard for me to get away." Her voice brings him back to reality and he knows he can't tell her that he loves her right now. They are in too precarious of a situation, and the lives of so many in Japan depend on the two of them staying focused.
Hawks shakes his head as she tries to formulate a plan to see him again. "You don't have to risk—"
"I'll see you soon," she assures him, turning to him as her eyes look at him past the lightheadedness of her cloudy thoughts of him. There is a needy desire in them to continue the sinful act they were just entangled in, but she refrains, knowing that she's already been gone for too long.
She quickly turns from him and heads out of the closet, only to be quickly met with Spinner standing in front of her. "Oh, sorry," she says as he steps back from her and she closes the door to hide Hawks inside. "I just realized that I needed…" she lifts up whatever she grabbed in the heat of the moment. "Uh, paper towels," she awkwardly tells him. "For my room. To clean," she stumbles.
Spinner glances at her strangely but doesn't question her any as he simply nods and turns to direct her to her room. She can smell the cool breeze of Hawks' skin sticking to her clothes and she tells herself that she will need to strip and hide these clothes before Dabi can get to her. Asami sighs heavily in relief as she walks behind Spinner that he doesn't press her any further about what took her so long in the closet. She just focuses on getting to her room as soon as possible, her lips still sore from Hawks' kiss.
Present Day – Day 66
"Twice, are you ready?" Asami asks with a large smile on her face and a tilt of her head. The man jumps from his seat on the floor with enthusiasm as he trots towards her.
"You betchya!" he excitedly returns.
"Where the hell you two going?" Dabi asks, craning his head over the backrest of the couch he's situated himself on.
"We are going on a picnic," Asami informs him. "Since Twice has been watching me most days, I decided I would treat him to a nice day outside with some fresh air.
"A picnic?" Dabi's bright eyes lower into unenthusiastic slits. "You two?"
"Compress said he wanted to join as well," she says.
Dabi lifts himself from the couch, approaching her in slow strides before he's standing before her and looming well over her. His hand reaches from a strand of her purple hair that falls down her shoulders. He plays idly with the strand between his fingertips as his eyes survey her face. "And what do you have planned for this picnic?"
"I have some onigiri, tempura, tsukune—"
"I mean what are you going to do with Compress and Twice," he cuts her off with a hard tone.
Asami looks up at him, seeing the annoyance knotting at his brows with the idea that she's going on a picnic with someone other than him. A devious smile reaches her lips as she begins to taunt him, "Is someone jealous?" she sings.
"Don't be dumb, Butterfly," Dabi tells her with narrowed eyes. "Compress and Twice know all too well if they make a move on you, they'll be burned to a crisp. Ain't that right, Twice?"
"I would never ruin what you two have!" he says with a hand on his chest feigning shock. "I'd like to see you try and stop us!" his other side teases.
Dabi's nose wrinkles in annoyance, not at all impressed with the duality of the man. He turns towards him, lifting his finger in the villain's face as he presses towards him. "If anything happens to her, either from you two idiots, or anyone else, I will fucking—"
"Dabi," Asami says, lifting her hand on his chest and bringing him back to her. "I will be safe with them, don't worry," she says with a soothing tone that shockingly works on the villain as his shoulders begin to drop.
"Fine," he says like a child who didn't get their way. "Enjoy your little picnic," he continues like a brat before his tone turns more sinister for only her to hear. "Just know that tonight I'll be punishing you nice and good for makin' a picnic for them and not your man."
"I look forward to it," she deadpans back at him as she turns from him to join Twice. "You know, you could stop being jealous and just join us if you wanted to," she says turning to him.
"Nah," he says shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans to appear cool once more. "I got something with Skeptic I'm working on."
"Skeptic? Anything I can help with?" Asami asks with a tilt of her head, curious as to why he would be partnering with Skeptic of all people.
"I'm good," he tells her. "Oh, and Twice, take her through the underground entrance from the south. I don't want some fanatic making a move on her again."
Asami's brows knit together in confusion, but Twice seems to know what he's talking about as he fishes his arm around hers and leads the way. She gives Dabi a final glance before they make their way to pick up Compress.
While Twice enthusiastically discusses something completely unheard to Asami with Compress, she manages to grab hold of a feather that was lodged into a crack in the wall of one of the hallways that they pass. She is unaware of a south entrance to the compound, let alone one that leads underground. She figures this is a passage that only the high-ranking members of the MLA and PLF know about. She won't be able to meet with Hawks anytime soon about this information, but if she can successfully plant one of his feathers, he can find the location himself.
After walking the labyrinth of hallways out of the Compound, Asami follows the two villains to a hallway that leads to the underground passageway they discussed. She looks around seeing nothing spectacular about the concrete walls that lead them down a wide corridor. The entrance leads straight into where the MLA have their gatherings, though this entrance is one she was unaware of.
As they approach the end of the tunnel and towards the outside of the Compound, Asami looks around for somewhere to plant the feather without the notice of Twice and Compress. The two villains are in the midst of an animated conversation, so she knows they won't be paying her much attention.
She finds a small crack in the foundation just below her feet and decides this is the best place to hide the feather. She kneels down, making it look as though she is tying her shoe when she's really planting the feather between the slabs of concrete. Her heart is racing and she thinks about Hawks and how this information will allow the heroes an unknown entrance to where the MLA will undoubtedly be hiding during the inevitable war. This location will all but ensure the victory of the heroes in this battle.
Asami glances up, looking at the two men she's learned to care for over the past few months she's spent with them. The idea of them becoming casualties to this war still weighs heavily on her. Is it enough that she gets to escape from here with Touya? Can she live with the idea that she helped sentence these good people to their end—be it death or imprisonment? She swallows down the thought, not wanting to dwell on it.
Once they are outside, Twice places the blanket on the ground while Compress removes the contents of the basket. They set their place settings in front of their respective seating areas and begin to dig into the food. Twice makes a show of moaning and groaning after each bite of his food. Asami finds herself blushing at how vocal he is, and teases him on whether Compress and her should leave him alone with the food.
"The food is amazing, Asami," Compress compliments her with his handsome face completely revealed to them in the confines of their picnic. "Thank you for setting this up."
"Thank you for coming!" she smiles at him with crescent moon eyes. "It's good to get some fresh air with some friends," she says, only to wince at the use of the word 'friends'. She knows they are friends, and she considers each of the members of the League as her friends, but how can she when she's working with Hawks and the other heroes to have them apprehended.
"We need to do this more often!" Twice tells her as he stuffs food into his mouth, only revealing half of his face as the rest of his costume remains pushed up to his nose. "And we can bring Toga next time! Then I can marry her in an intimate meadow ceremony!"
Asami giggles at the man's enthusiasm, "I think Toga's a bit too young for you, Twice."
"Love knows no bounds!" he returns with a heroic sounding voice.
"Speaking of," Compress begins. "You and Dabi are doing well, or so I hear each night," his mischievous tone elicits a red-hot blush of embarrassment to paint Asami's cheeks as she keeps her eyes anywhere but on Compress.
"I…I…" she clears her throat, "I am so sorry, we'll move to his room since Shigaraki is never around, I'm so sorry!" she says unsure what else to even say to that.
She's returned with a deep chuckle from the villain as his smile reaches his eyes. "I'm only teasing you," he tells her with a nudge of the shoulders. "It's good to see the two of you together and happy," he says genuinely. "Dabi has been vexed with feelings against the other members of the League. He's never been one to admit that he is part of something bigger with all of us, but when you showed he seemed to be more willing to participate and protect each of us."
"Yeah, you really turned that dude around!" Twice joins in. "It's amazing what getting laid does to a guy!" he sneers and Asami playfully slaps him on the chest.
"Well, I'm glad that Dabi's a team player now," she says with a soft smile, knowing that it must have been hard for Touya to stomach his transition to the League, understanding that in doing so it would solidify him as a villain, and any dream of being a hero would die there.
"As for Shigaraki, I hear he'll be visiting us more often as his procedures become less invasive," Compress informs her.
"He's coming back?" Asami perks up at this.
"So I've heard the doctor say. Should be here within a few weeks."
"We should throw him a surprise party!" Twice recommends. "To celebrate his new transition!"
"Yeah," Asami says with a crack in her voice at the idea of Shigaraki returning as some patched up Frankenstein Nomu of what he used to be weighs heavily on her chest. "That sounds like a lot of fun…" she hangs on the thought.
"Well then, it's settled! We will throw a party!" Twice eagerly claps. "I'll have to meet with Toga on the decorations! Do you think he likes Mochi?"
Present Day – Day 72
As the days go on, Asami's security has become more and more lax amongst the members of the League, especially when Dabi is away on a mission. Today her tail is Twice, and to say he's distracted would be an understatement as he spends all of his morning on his phone, planning this surprise party for Shigaraki.
Asami thinks it's endearing to see the man have a purpose and work so steadfast towards something he is passionate about. He is definitely stressing about the logistics of the party, but despite her attempts to help him he refuses and insists that he do it to prove himself—mentioning something about letting the League down with that Yakusa mess.
Twice has become so unaware of her actions, that Asami spends her day on the computer gathering information on MLA members and creating detailed dossiers on each of them that she can find. She ranks each member based on their Quirk, power level, and which top ranking heroes would work best against their skill set. The dossiers are meticulous and some of the most heavy-duty research she has done in her life. The HPSC would be stupid not to use this information to their advantage.
Asami snuck a feather of Hawks' under the table days ago in case she needed to summon him while she was in the boardroom. She clutches onto the feather, knowing he will feel her touch as a calling to him. He's usually good about meeting her urgently when she needs to, so she knows that he will be in the closet soon.
After a few minutes of printing and organizing the dossiers without Twice noticing much, she plans to break free from him in order to get this information to Hawks. She thinks about something to say to the man that will keep him from following her. "Hey Twice," she begins. "I'm going to run to the supply room real quick, I just need—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!" he dismissively brushes her away with a wave of his hand as his eyes remain on the screen of his phone, fully engulfed in his task.
She smiles to herself at how easy that was and heads out of the office with a haste in her stride and clutches onto the folder. She reaches the closet to find that Hawks is already there waiting for her. She smiles at him and he returns with his signature lopsided grin.
"Hey," she says noticing something behind his back, "What do you have there?"
His smile reaches his eyes, "I got you some Wagashi," he says handing her the small Styrofoam box. She opens the box to see three brightly decorated pieces staring back at her and notices they are from her favorite shop near Endeavor's agency. She remembers that he would often have the desserts delivered to Endeavor's agency under a different name for her when she would have a bad day at work.
"Oh," she says blinking down at the dessert. "Thank you," she says looking up at him to meet his kind eyes. "I guess I have something for you as well," she says closing the box and handing him the papers.
She watches as Hawks looks through the papers. "They're dossiers on MLA members. I don't have all hundred thousand of them, but I pulled as many as I could. They are organized by rank, Quirk, and Pro Hero that would best suit them in a fight. I would have gotten this to you sooner, but I lost the papers in that attack," she says apologetically.
"Asami, this is… this is more than I expected," he says with lifted impressed brows as his eyes scan the information. "With this information, the heroes have the information they need to win this war." He looks up at her with glistening eyes, "We couldn't have done this without you."
She smiles sheepishly at him, "Thanks," she says awkwardly at how she should accept the praise. "Do you think this will be enough to keep the students out of the fight?" she asks him with hopeful eyes, eager to keep Shouto safe and out of the line of fire.
"It has to be," he tells her. "With this information and the location of that underground passage you planted my feather at, there's no way we'd need the students to fight!" he tells her with reassurance in his tone. She lets out a breath she was holding in and Hawks looks into her lilac eyes with a compassionate stare. "You know I don't want these kids fighting either," he tells her strongly. "The last thing I want to see is Tokoyami and his classmates fighting against villains like these."
"How is Tokoyami? The kids are doing another round of internships, are you being good to him?" she scolds him and the memory pops back into his head.
"I'm not 'that arrogant hero who doesn't have time for his student intern' anymore," he says quoting her after she was appalled to see how he first treated Tokoyami when he came to his agency.
The memory of them talking about the boy enters their minds and they both find themselves smiling at the recollection.
With all of Asami's hard work in ensuring the heroes are prepared for this war, the likelihood that they will need these students is slim. He cares about the kid and doesn't want Tokoyami anywhere near the battle. He hopes that the information she has gathered and he relays is enough.
"I need to go," she tells him with the same regret in her voice every time she says it.
"I know," he returns. "Thank you for this. I can't express to you how much this will help." His hand lifts to her cheek and brushes it softly. He wants to kiss her like they did before. He wants to entangle himself in the sheets with her as the memory is fresh in his mind. He wants to have her like he did before, back when he was selfish and unappreciative of her. He wants to be better this time with her and maybe she will give him the chance.
He hugs her tightly and she returns the gesture, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buries her face in his chest. "I just hate it," her voice is muffled in his clothes. "All the lying and sneaking around. I just want it to be over."
He brushes her head, digging his fingers into her scalp as he calmly strokes her. He doesn't know what to say. It will be over soon, but when it is, she will be in the arms of Dabi, not him.
Present Day – Day 77
Dabi loves the way Asami's ass bounces with every step she takes in her skin tight skirts. He relishes the way her hips move in circular motions as she struts down these halls like a lioness about to pounce on their prey. He goes crazy when her long curly hair swipes against the small of her back with her every move. He enjoys the sound of her heels clicking against the floor, acting like a beacon to signal her location to him. Everything about her and the way she exists has him chasing after her like a pining mess. He wants to fuck her brains out, and when she reaches over her shoulder to flip her hair, he can't contain himself any further.
He snatches her by the elbow and pins her against the closest wall. She shrieks at his unexpected movement, and his hands are greedily tearing at her skirt to lift it up her thighs. "Dabi!" she cries out with a sharp breath as he grinds his groin against her. "What are you doing?"
"The way you flip your hair, toying with me with that fat ass of yours in these tight skirts. How the fuck you expect me to keep it in my pants?" he growls in her ear as he thrusts against her.
"Here though? Someone will see us!"
He's shocked that she still thinks this argument will work with him when it's never worked in the past. He doesn't give a fuck who sees him sheath himself inside her, and at this point, he fucking hopes that Hawks sees him taking what's rightfully his.
"My room is right down the hall, can we at least do it there?" she grumbles and he groans at her complaint.
"Fuck, fine," he rolls his eyes as he grabs her and practically drags her to the room. She doesn't even have a moment to react before he pushes her to the edge of the bed and bends her over. "Been dreamin' 'bout this all day," he tells her as he hikes up her skirt and tears the underwear with a loud rip. He doesn't miss the growl that lifts from her back at his treatment of her panties, but he couldn't care less.
He hastily fumbles with his belt as he tries to take off his jeans to dive inside of her. He pulls out his cock, rubbing the tip of it against her glistening folds to see that she's already soaked and ready for him. He smiles to himself, knowing that regardless of her constant complaints, she's still soiled to have him.
She clutches onto the sheets as he sheathes himself inside her, filling her up and scratching at her spongy walls. "Fuck, Butterfly, how does it feel this fucking good?"
She returns his inquiry with a guttural moan, "Yeah Daddy, like that," she whines.
"Daddy?" a brightly lit deviance takes over his eyes as his lopsided grin pulls at his staples. "You dirty little whore, you like Daddy's fat cock inside you?" he asks her as he thrusts slowly inside her.
"Yeah Daddy, more!" she begs him.
"God when did you get so fucking compliant?" he shakes his head as she rocks her ass back to him and fucks his cock on her own. He stops thrusting against her and allows her to fuck him in this position while he takes a step back to watch and revel in the sight of her.
"You feel amazing!" she whines. "Your cock is so big!"
"Yeah, that's right and it's all yours, Butterfly."
He begins thrusting against her, taking over control of the situation and grabbing her by the hips. She's louder than normal and he loves hearing her voice crying out when he takes her like this. He reaches for her hair and tugs her towards him. He buries his lips into her ear as he nibbles on her lobe, feeling her pussy fluttering around his cock in response. This drives him ravenous and he begins to bury himself inside her, fucking her with abandonment as his hips snap into hers and going deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.
She turns around to look at him, flipping her hair as her lust-filled eyes watch him look her down the bridge of his nose. Her eyes slide from his and when they land on another target, her entire body goes completely rigid. Her eyes widen with fear in them and Dabi's brows knit together as he turns his head over his shoulder to follow her gaze. That's when his eyes land on Hawks standing at the door watching the two of them.
A wild heat floods Dabi's body as he releases a steady flame in his palm as a warning to the hero that watches them from the doorway. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Dabi's voice is low and threatening in a tone that he's never used before. His heart is racing and he feels a murderous rage filling his chest.
Hawks narrows his eyes at the man as his gloved hands fist by his sides. "Get the fuck out of her," he threatens him with a snarl in his throat.
Dabi chuckles at the hero's attempt at being intimidating. Dabi thrusts into her with a hard press that she squeals at. "This pussy's mine, Little Bird. Unless you think you can take it from me."
Hawks takes a calculative step into the room, moving towards her and not towards Dabi. He positions himself between Asami and Dabi, so if he were to attempt to burn the hero, he'd burn her in the process. Dabi extinguishes the flame and watches as Hawks approaches her, grabbing her chin and lifting it to force her to look up at him.
She complies and Dabi feels her clenching around him. Dabi growls at the sensation on his cock and grabs a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up off the bed and inches away from Hawks' face. "You wanna clench at the sight of him? Look at him then!" he commands her. "You clenching cuz you think he's here to save ya?"
"Dabi…" her voice fails her while Hawks keeps his eyes neutral from showing the fear of the situation.
"You want him, Butterfly?" he asks her with vile jealousy tearing at his throat. "You want his cock in your cunt instead of mine? I felt the way you clenched for him when he looked at you."
He snaps his hips out of her, drawing himself from her slit as he waves at Hawks to take his place. "Go ahead, Birdy, take her."
"Dabi," Asami whines with fear as she lifts herself to look back at him. He quickly snatches the back of her head and shoves it against the mattress.
"Don't interrupt, Butterfly. Let the hero have his spoil," he says glaring at the blonde who is just as tense as she is laying on the bed. "I may be a villain, but I can share when I want to," he teases the two of them. "So come on, Chicken, you either take my generosity and fuck her, or you get the fuck out," his voice is laced with a threatening undertone that Hawks doesn't want to push.
He glances down at Asami who watches him with a wide mixture of fear and confusion. Neither of them are in control of their actions as Dabi has taken the reigns of this situation, and they are left doing his bidding.
Hawks swallows down the lump of fear in his throat and approaches Asami from behind. He looks down at her ass, seeing the clear imprints of Dabi's heated hands when his body heated upon Hawks' arrival.
He places his hands on her hips, turning her slowly so that she is now on her back and looking up at him. Her eyes reach his as they watch one another. Neither of them says a word to the other as Hawks moves his hands to his belt. He pulls out his dick, hard from seeing her like this, despite the overlaying anxiety of the situation.
Dabi glances down at his dick and chuckles at what's returned to him. "Gotta say, you're bigger than I thought considering how tight you left her," he teases him and Hawks snarls at him, trying and failing to keep his temper down.
"Fuck off," he tells him as he holds his dick to her folds. He looks down at her, trying to get some sort of consent from her, even though this whole situation is completely out of both their hands.
Her chest lifts with a labored breath and Hawks pushes himself inside her, earning a sharp intake of air from her before she mewls at the feeling of him. He's shaped differently than Dabi, and hits her walls in another way.
Hawks closes his eyes, melting in the feeling of having her wrapped around him once more. Dabi watches with ignited eyes as the blonde dissolves inside of her, and any capability of fighting the villain will be fruitless when he's fucked out of his mind like this.
The hero begins to grow more comfortable with the situation as his hips begin to thrust harder against her. Soft whimpers begin to lift from her throat as she wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him deeper into her. Dabi can't continue to watch without grabbing for himself. He gives his cock a few pumps before he approaches her face.
"You like the way he's fucking you, Butterfly?" he asks her with a curious tilt of the head and she responds with a useless whine trapped in her throat. "Bet you're a real slut for his cock, aren'tchya?" he teases her. "All those nights he left you pining for his cock like a bitch, well here it is. Does it feel good?"
"Y…yes," she responds to him with tangling brows and Dabi grins wickedly at her.
"Bet a slut like you would like all your holes filled, wouldn't you?" he mocks as he tugs on his cock. "Open that slutty mouth of yours then," he commands her and before she can open her mouth all the way, Dabi forces his cock inside of her.
She releases a gagged chocked noise as she struggles against his girth, but he forces it deeper to the back of her throat, punishing her for wanting the hero's cock and not his. "That's it," he taunts her. "Suck it. Take these cocks like the fucking whore you are."
Hawks watches as Dabi abuses her mouth, getting harder at the idea of her being fucked like a doll for their pleasure. "Let's see these tits of yours, Baby," Hawks joins in as his hands reach for her top.
He attempts to take off her shirt when Dabi snorts with amusement. "Just tear it off," he snaps as his hands reach for the material and rips it to shreds off of her body. "She likes to be handled roughly."
She groans against his dick and Dabi chuckles at the look she gives him.
"Is that right, Baby?" Hawks looks down at her, grabbing at her thighs and lifting her hips up to get a deeper angle on her. "You like it rough? You enjoying both of us inside you?"
Her eyes reach his with a helpless glance in her stare, and the doe-eyed look just makes them both harder for her. Hawks picks up the pace on her cunt while Dabi continues a steady rhythm in her mouth.
"Play with your tits, Baby," Hawks commands her in a low tone and her hand shakily reaches for the buds of her nipples as she squeezes them and arches into him. "Shit, just like that!" he praises her as he continues to pump inside her.
Dabi watches with curious eyes as Hawks becomes more comfortable with the situation. He's taking over, demanding her to move in ways he wants her, and dominating this moment.
Her mouth is getting sloppy in its delivery of sucking him off and Dabi's eyes shift from the hero down to her. Her eyes are fluttering and that's when Dabi notices it: it's that fucked out look on her face that's reserved only for him. It's that look of pure ecstasy that she gets when she's on the verge of cuming for him. It's something that he's only supposed to see, a fucked out look on her face only for him when he bangs the shit out of her. It's not meant for others to see and it sure as shit isn't meant for that cuck Hawks to pull out of her.
But that's when he realizes it; that look on her face is the same she gives him when he fucks her into oblivion. It's no different for Hawks. And in this moment, Hawks is not the cuck in the room but it's Dabi.
He pulls his cock out of her unresponsive mouth as her features drop into the look of bliss. She's enjoying the hero's cock inside her, he's bringing her to the edge of cuming, and he's pulling that same fucking look out that's meant for Dabi and Dabi alone.
"Would you look at that fucking face," Dabi sneers glaring down at her with a wrinkle of disdain in the bridge of his nose. "Look at the fucking dumb look on your face," Dabi says shaking his head. "You see that Hawks? You see what you're doin' to her?"
The blonde glances down at her, but he's got the same dumb fucking look on his face that he's about to nut inside her any minute too.
Dabi cups her jaw in his grip, snatching her face and turning it to look at him. Her lilac eyes land on his vicious stare as his grip on her face tightens. "You getting' close, Butterfly?" he asks her with a low threatening tone. She whimpers in response and he tsks at her. Shaking his head he commands, "Use your words! He gettin' you close?"
"Yes," her voice shakily responds.
"You gonna cum for him?" he asks her. "Is he makin' you feel so good that you're gonna cum for him?"
"Y…Yes," she whines helplessly.
Dabi returns her confession with a sneer as disgust washes over his features. "That's not the right answer, Butterfly," he scolds her and her eyes widen with fear. "How many times do I have to tell you," he begins as he lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around the hero's face and taking it into his grip. "You're mine, and only mine!" he growls as he presses a concentrated flame to the hero's face that engulfs him entirely.
"NO!" she cries out as the smell of his burning flesh fills the room and she struggles in the bed.
Dabi's other hand reaches for her own face as he slams her head onto the mattress and heats up his palm.
"You stupid bitch," he scolds her as she writhes under his grip. "You should have left well enough alone!" and with that, he envelops her face in his flames, burning her treacherous body next to her foolish lover.
Dabi releases a shout, crunching into a seated position as his chest lifts and falls with wild labored breaths. He looks around, noticing that he's in his bed and next to him is the groggy but concerned look of Asami as she lifts herself next to him.
"Are you alright?" she asks him, wearily touching his shoulder so not to burn herself. "You must have had a bad dream."
He glances away from her, looking around the room to confirm that they are in his room, with Hawks nowhere near them.
It was just a bad dream.
Hawks wasn't fucking his girl and Asami is here, in his bed and not being banged senseless by that stupid fucking hero.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asks him, rubbing her hand comfortingly in the back of his head.
He takes in a sharp breath, turning in the bed and reaching for her. He pulls her down, forcing her to fall back into the bed with a plop. She smiles when they hit the mattress and he buries his nose in her purple locks, taking in her floral smell as he grinds his growing cock against her bare ass.
"You're mine," he tells her deliriously as he pulls her into a tight hug that cages her in his arms. "You're mine and mine alone," he reassures himself as he holds onto her so tightly that she feels like she'll burst.
She backs her ass into his groin, rocking it against his member teasingly. "Try to get some rest, Touya," she tells him with a sleepy tone that lacks any authority.
He nuzzles against the back of her neck, kissing her nape as she drifts back into her own dreams. He lays there for a moment, his mind muddled in his dream as he thinks of Hawks taking his woman. He knows that if Hawks were to come around, she would turn the other way.
She told him she would turn the other way. So then why does he feel like he's drowning in a sea of jealousy at the idea of him making his appearance once more. Asami is his. She told him she was his. She told him she would look the other way. And who the fuck cares if she doesn't? If they manage to find one another and she goes back on her word to chose Hawks over him, he will burn that mother fucker into a stain on the ground. The only question is, what will he do to her?
A/N: Hope you all liked the chapter and all the jealousy between these two boys!
I am going to have surgery this Friday so I am not sure what the recovery process is going to look like. I am hoping that I am feeling up to writing during my downtime so I can turn chapters out to you all faster! But if I am delirious then it might be a while until get something to you all, so I thank you for your patience!
Let me know what you think of these chapters as I love hearing your thoughts! Some confrontation is around the corner and I hope you're all ready for it!