The Winged Hero

When Hawks messed up his spiked hair, Bakugou tried to yank his head back with a loud ‘OI!’ Just because the bastard was the number two hero didn’t mean he was about to be his bitch and let the guy fuck with him like that. Bakugou had enough of pro-heroes fucking around with his hair. Explosions popped off in the palms of his hands as he ground his teeth in sudden irritation. Condescending shitbag.

A mission. “Hah?” Quirk dying off in an instant, Bakugou’s face fell into open wonder. Something only he could do? Given to him from number two himself? It didn’t take much more past that to sudden change his frustration to excitement.

Face cracking into a wide, feral grin, Bakugou’s eyes creased in mirth. “Oh, I’m perfectly fucking good with that.” After getting him riled up and excited for this so called mission, they damn well better give him the green light. The more he heard about it and the complications, the more he wanted it. 

Whatever it was, he wanted in.

Kirishima and Deku already got their little brushes with the big leagues. Even Uraraka and frog face. It was about damn time he got a shot too.

    Bakugou continued to prove to be a very interesting character with all his reactions, he most would be a great hero in the future, one he would be proud of himself. He couldn’t help but start getting excited for this boy, perhaps UA did have a knack for attracting the best future heros out there since his list of interests continued to grow, that or Eraser head was just that good of a teacher. Only time would truly be able to tell.

Endeavor: Are your hands stuck in that candy machine?

Bakugou wasn’t too sure he believed Hawks, but he’d like to think the guy was telling the truth. The student had enough of being in front of cameras for the wrong reasons. Three times he’d ended up on the front pages, and none of them were for things he could be proud over. Sludge victim. Sports festival. The kidnapping and All Might’s retirement. If Hawks was here to make everything worse and dig them back up… Bakugou wasn’t going to stand around and shoulder it.

Still, he listened, because Bakugou was aiming for that top spot, and Hawks was currently sailing on number two.

Straightening up a little, Bakugou’s face softened, listening to what Hawks had to offer. Something he found interesting?

“Yeah.. just retook the test recently and passed.” Was he offering hero work? Could he just… do that?

    “Oh? Just passed huh! That’s great! Congratulations!” He smiled brightly at the teen and patted his shoulder with enthusiasm before ruffling his hair to irritate him slightly on purpose. This was good for him, but he’d have to talk with the others about this idea to make sure they were all aboard with it. He didn’t want to get Bakugou in trouble because he followed his lead after all. He had a bright future as a great hero after all.

    “I may have a mission for you. It’ll be long term, and very dangerous, and you’re the only person who can do this. If you’re good with it, then I’ll talk to my people and get back to you soon. If they approve then I’ll give you all the information, if they don’t, then I’m really sorry about wasting your time and getting you excited about this.”

me: *points at the trash* NEGLECTFUL PARENTS me: *points at that beer bottle* NEGLECTFUL ALCOHOLIC PARENTS

“So you’re using me for a publicity stunt?” If there was one thing interning for Best Jeanist had done, it was how heroes liked to chat to the public to raise their popularity. Ease their concerns too, apparently, but the whole thing looked like one big pissing contest. Something Bakugou wasn’t all that interested in.

Bakugou had watched the popularity reveals. Of course he had. While he wasn’t as up front about it as Midoriya, he was still a fan of most top heroes. He just wasn’t a Goddamn suck up about it. He’d seen the display Hawks had done. Why was he even surprised he was here for something so superficial?

“Look, if you’re just here to waste my time with useless chit-chat, I have better things to do.”

    “Not everything I do is a publicity stunt! Plus, I really didn’t want to come to UA but my Agency told me to come here and stuff.” He shrugged off Bakugou’s accusations with his ever present smirk. His character was even more unique than other’s his age and it made him relax a bit more himself and see no point in putting on a face to ease him or anything.

@miraclewings || When he didn’t hear any footsteps behind him, Dabi paused at the door and looked toward the bar. His icy gaze dug into Hawks for every second that he stood waiting. Patience quickly draining, he reached for the doorknob before the other managed to catch up to him. 

“I’m sure you’d enjoy that,” he remarked dryly, and swung the door open. He didn’t answer the question. 

The brisk October breeze ruffled the length of his cloak and threatened to knock the hood off his head. Elated laughter echoed the streets as hundred of children ran amok, squealing over cheap decorations and swinging around bags of candy. A festive atmosphere so cliche’, it felt right out of a Halloween film. 

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    Honestly Hawks had no idea where Dabi was leading them, but he trusted him. He let him lead the way down the street, waving and smiling at any child that stopped to gawk at him for his costume. Many still weren’t aware of his sudden change of sides, the hero’s fearing what would be said if the public found out that the number 2 hero defected for some reason, and Hawks himself preferred it that way. Made walking around and doing stuff easier and if anyone asked why he wasn’t doing hero work anymore he simply told them he was on vacation.

    When Dabi suddenly turned towards a pitch black alley, it was then that he started wondering if trusting him in leading them somewhere had been a smart idea. Curiosity however was stronger than any slight fear he should have and he found himself following close behind as he cast a flame to lead the way. When they arrived and walked into the apartment, he was slightly surprised and a bit overjoyed at the fact that Dabi had finally brought him to his home.

    Quickly he did what the other told him and removed his shoes and threw the horns aside as he started to slowly inspect the place, turning to check the plant by the door to see if it was real and frowning slightly at realizing it was in fact fake. His inspection ended there for the time being when he was hit with a bag of candy. He looked down at it confused for a moment before a small smirk crossed his face and he made his way over to him again and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. 

@miraclewings​ || “Do you hear yourself? You’re bragging about getting your face rearranged.” Dabi scoffed. Holidays always left a foul taste in his mouth and here was Hawks, flaunting his little fallen angel getup and trying to drag a laugh out of him. There wasn’t enough liquor behind the counter to carry his patience through the night. He finished his drink and pushed the glass away, carelessly knocking it over and ignoring the glare from their resident bartender. 

For some reason, Hawks had taken a liking to him. Even more curiously, Dabi didn’t care. They’d kissed in the privacy of dark alleyways, exchanged a few sloppy hand jobs, even shared the same bed on a few occasions. It wasn’t a secret, but no one was going to smack a label on it either. He’d light them on fire if they tried. 

“Okay. I’ll take you trick or treating.” He slipped off the bar stool and crossed the room in long strides. The long cloak billowed out at his feet, flashing his scuffed up sneakers and the marred purple skin of his ankles.

“You comin’ or what?” 

    “Getting my face rearranged would be having something like boss mans face. This is nothing.” He pointed matter of factly with another smirk, his eyes turning to look at the falling glass he had pushed aside and then back to the bartender who he gave a small apologetic smile to for Dabi. Just because he was now working with the League didn’t mean he was a complete asshole like one would expect of them.

   His attention was quickly turned back to Dabi as he spoke up again, a curious smile crossing his features as he tilted his head trying to hide his slight excitment for whatever he meant behind those words. “Oh? Trick or treating? Sounds like it’s going to be fun!”