"I—
Oh.
Oh."

Dabi could tell it took a moment to sink in, Hawks just hugged him a little tighter.

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay. 'M gunna hurt myself if I don't calm down though. M'gunna go shower. It's fine, sweetheart." Dabi didn't stop himself from kissing a stray tear, tasting it on his lips with resigned satisfaction. "Try and eat something while I'm busy, my Phoenix. Can ya do that for me?"

"Y-yeah." He pulled back, Dabi just tiled his chin up.

"Can ya do that for me?" He repeated, watching as Hawks' little brain-cogs turned to think.

"Oh, uh, yes. I can eat."

"Good." He ruffled his hair lightly and stepped out of the room, dodging straight for the open bathroom door.

The water hit Dabi's back, frigid to the touch. Of course with his body heat right now, steam bursted out from the contact. The cold immediately started to dim down the fire in his body, he could feel it, even though the water hardly touched him yet. He was too hot for the water to even touch, it was good that he left Hawks when he had the chance.

"Why do I even bother." He muttered under his breath, thinking of how he's been worrying about Hawks. Those days were over, anyway. Now it was just time to wreck him and play with him.

Dabi was a villain. Hawksie even said it himself. He called Dabi a villain, he said he pushed away all the good memories. So it was only fair that Dabi's dear Phoenix be treated with the same respect.

Dabi would forget it all, wipe it form his memory. All that they were now was a hero who was far too broken to survive, and a villain who was far too sadistic to let him survive.

Hawks fit in the palm of his hand. Dabi was having fun with cradling him a bit, but soon he was going to crush him.

The scarred man closed his eyes, listening to the water sizzle against his skin.

All in good time, it would all be fixed.

Breathe in... breathe out.

Hawks watched him go, feeling a sort of guilt weighing in his chest. He shouldn't have said anything, it would have been better for both of them.

He picked at his feathers a bit before standing up, wobbling over to the kitchen in hopes that there may be food he could actually enjoy eating.

Somehow he doubted it; a villain having spare meat lying around wasn't probable.

He opened the fridge and peeked inside. To his surprise there was some raw bacon.

Hawks could imagine Dabi being a lazy mother fucker and just cooking bacon on his own arm for some reason. It sounded funny, bringing a full smile to his face.

The kitchenette was small, making it difficult to waddle around with his wings. What he really wanted was to be able to spread them out, he's been far too cramped for far too long.

The winged hero glanced around. Other than bacon, there was some cheese, jell-o cups, and bread that he, for some reason, kept in the fridge. There really weren't a lot of things here.

Hawks opened the freezer, seeing a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. His smile twitched a little wider and he pulled out the bag, glancing around the small kitchen nook over his shoulders.

After he spotted a microwave, he shuffled his wings against his back and turned before letting them relax again. He didn't like microwaving chicken, but he really didn't feel like navigating the stove, and he didn't want Dabi to get mad at him either.

So he popped ten nuggets onto a paper plate he found in a cabinet and waited two minutes.

Then he just kind of. Inhaled them and consumed. He didn't exactly realize how hungry he was before now.

...he heated up a few more.

By the time Dabi walked out of the shower, blue towel loose around his hips, Hawks had eaten his weight it nugs. And finished the whole bag.

Dabi just eyed the hero as he laid down on the couch upside down. Hawks looked back, staring.

Staring at his face. Because the towel loose around his hips wasn't distracting at all. And he didn't have fucking abs.

"...ya eat?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

He turned and closed the door to his room, leaving Hawks alone again to change.

The hero stared at the door before letting his head flop back, making his body somewhat limp. After a few moment he heard foot steps and opened his eyes again.

A golden gaze trailed over to the door.

He saw a mask.

He saw the gloves hand twirling that pearl.

His body went rigid.

"D-Dabi—!" He screamed out just as the pearl encased him.

Muddled darkness hastened it's descent around him, coiling right across every limb, the agonizing pain of wings betting crushed and pinned down at unnatural angles all at once ripped a wail from his lungs.

He couldn't move, lungs trapped in place, he couldn't breathe, but he screamed anyway. He hated this. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. He hated it. Hehated it.He hated it.He hated it.He hated it.Hehatedit.Hehatedit—

Just as quickly as he was suffocated, he impacted the ground, screeching in a thinned voice, wheezing as soon as he body regulated itself, wings un-scrunching.

Gods, the utter relief-

The terror of being caught again made his wings razor, every feather sharpening as he scrambled to his feet and looked around wildly. They were on the roof of an unfamiliar building overlooking another part of town. He could- he could escape, fly away—

"Welcome to America, Hawks~" Shigaraki's voice helped none for his mania, the hero whipping around to face him in alarm.

Just next to him was a tripod stand, camera watching his sheer anxiety. He couldn't breathe, desperately trying to choke out some sort of sounds, words—

He scrambled back on his feet, flaking on his ass, just as compress came into frame of vision.

"N-no-" Hawks coughed out, eyes wide in alarm. "  P l e a s e — I-I-I've been good, I haven't done anyth-"

His hoarse cries cut off as the villain waved his hand and encased Hawks in the same pearls he always did. The cool around his body felt tighter, the cage was closing in and he couldn't he couldn't handle it he—

The pearl splintered against the ground, wings slashing into Hawks skin and body. At this point he wasn't able to control them.

"—8 billion yen. And if you can't do that for your golden hero, Commission, then we'll still take 8 million yen to give you his head~" the leader of the league sang this, grin on display. "We'll accept the payment on—"

The hero barely heard it over his pulse gushing in his ears, blood running down the side of his own head. He tasted it on his lips. He couldn't focus, couldn't hear.

He could barely handle a strangled cry and he was trapped, again and again, knowing the camera was recording his torture.

The league was using him for ransom.

They were using his claustrophobic and no doubtfully broadcasting it across all of Japan.

The next time he shattered out of the pearl, the winged man just crumpled on the floor. He trembled, hardly breathing, chest ragged. He inhaled his own blood, coughing that out.

He looked up at the camera weakly, silently begging to whoever the fuck was out there to help him. Even with the harsh prices listed for his rescue, there had to be someone.

Mirko.

His vision faded in and out, head spiraling.

"Alright, we've said what we wanted. We'll return you to you daily news, people of Japan. Don't let your golden boy down~" Shigaraki walked over and placed fingers over his feathers, careful of the sharp edges. Hawks barely could scream, so he just sobbed, as the whole elbow of the wing agonized under the villain's quirk, "Or else his stay in America may be permanent."

His hand lifted, Hawks could do nothing but just slump onto the floor and curl inwards into himself, shaking, hoping it was over and done with.

His consciousness slipped, Hawks blacked out. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he really hopped to never wake up again.

Dabi did not want Hawks back in a bloody mess, yet that's how he got him.

"Ya guys really had no fuckin chill, huh?" The scarred man gingerly picked his shaking form up from the ground, noting the numerous wounds.

"It wouldn't have been real if we did." Shigaraki hummed, scratching his neck. "Kurogiri will drop off a medkit on your bed. You get to patch him up."

And here Dabi thought he was going to finally fucking sleep.

"Aye." He just agreed, too tired to argue. He brought Hawks to his room and set him down on the towel he had used from his shower on the bed so he didn't bleed directly onto the sheets. They had taken him about an hour ago, so it was dry anyway.

A medkit fell from the sky, which was typical in the League of Villains.

Dabi took out gauze and bandages to start his work, only cauterizing any wounds that needed stitches because he honestly couldn't be fucked to stitch anything. He paid special attention to the cut on Hawks forehead, testing his blood pressure with the weird finger thing (which he had to look up how to use).

Dabi was no doctor but at least his breathing stabilized and he stopped being pale over the course of fixing him up. Which took another hour.

With a slight groan, Dabi slipped an arm under his wing to help support it and make Hawks a bit more comfortable and to help him know when Hawks woke up. Dabi was a light enough sleeper to feel if the hero moved.

And promptly, the villain waisted no time to pass the fuck out, because he was exhausted.

Yet, sleep didn't come. He rested his head on the side of the mattress, continuously glancing up at the hero in his bed. Here he was, slimmed against the floor.

The scarred man traced gentle circles onto Hawk's forearm, admiring his skin. Frankly most of it was covered by bandages, but Dabi would be lying if he said he didn't look exactly like this about three years ago.

Covered head to toe in bandages.

"..is it too much to ask you to end my life?" The villain mumbled under his breath, repeating the lyrics to a song he used to listen to during his recovery. "You watch the light, go in my eyes.."

He eyed the blood seeping through a few of the bandages littered around. Not a lot, just little splotches here and there.

He trailed off with the song, just eyeing him.

He really looked like a little broken toy.

"...beautiful. Did ya know that, Hawksie?" He breathed across his skin, kissing a smaller scratch on his hand that Dabi was too lazy to bandage, plus it was small

"Yer really somethin. A gorgeous little birdie."

He wrapped an arm across his stomach, gently lifting Hawks and crawled in bed with him now, massaging small circles against his hips, running ghostly touches across the scarred burns on his thighs, appreciating his handy work from a few days ago.

"Truly, a work of art. Let's see how gorgeous you are why the end of it all, my Phoenix. How pretty I can make you...~"

He rested his hand on one of the scars, smiling at the fact the mark matched his hand print perfectly.

"Because I will make you into my favorite creation."