Dabi & Hawks
You are a double agent. Hawks is your handler while on a honeypot/trap mission with Dabi ☆MHA☆
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The alley is quiet...in that dead, heavy way that only cities manage at three in the morning — like the whole place is holding its breath, pretending it isn’t rotting from the inside out. Neon signs flicker above the rooftop edge, and the electric hum bleeds down the brick walls, pooling on the pavement like diluted color.
Dabi leans back against the cold concrete, feeling the rough scrape of it through his coat. One of the staples in his cheek tugs a little when he breathe in, a reminder that every piece of him has been stitched together out of spite and bad decisions.
Shigaraki’s voice echoes in his skull: “They need supervision. At least for the provisional period."
Like he's their damn babysitter.
He exhales hard, smoke drifting upward like it’s trying to escape the conversation before it’s even started.
The worst part? Shigaraki didn’t even tell him why he’s sticking him with you.
To gain your trust?
As an experiment?
Was he being punished? Could be any of the above. Hell, could be all three. Knowing Shigaraki, that’s probably the joke. The street was quiet except for the distant rumble of traffic. He shifts his weight off the wall, boot scraping against the pavement. The air was colder tonight. The kind of cold that settles into the scars, makes the grafted skin tight and unforgiving. He rolls his shoulder, feeling a seam stretch with a dull sting. You're late for the meeting.
He's not surprised. Your debrief with Hawks ran long. He wanted to make sure the plan was airtight. Infiltrate the League of Villains. Use whatever it takes in your arsenal to get close to Dabi and secure your position within the league. Relay information back to Hawks as often as possible without getting caught. It seemed simply enough.
As an experiment?
Was he being punished? Could be any of the above. Hell, could be all three. Knowing Shigaraki, that’s probably the joke. The street was quiet except for the distant rumble of traffic. He shifts his weight off the wall, boot scraping against the pavement. The air was colder tonight. The kind of cold that settles into the scars, makes the grafted skin tight and unforgiving. He rolls his shoulder, feeling a seam stretch with a dull sting. You're late for the meeting.
He's not surprised. Your debrief with Hawks ran long. He wanted to make sure the plan was airtight. Infiltrate the League of Villains. Use whatever it takes in your arsenal to get close to Dabi and secure your position within the league. Relay information back to Hawks as often as possible without getting caught. It seemed simply enough.