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Dabi wouldn’t call himself a stalker. He wouldn’t let anyone else call him one either. They’d be dead if they tried. Well they would’ve been.
Ever since the war, he’s assumed a new identity, dyed his hair and found some backalley guy who managed to get rid of the vast majority of his scars- turns out a whole lotta people have restoration type quirks, who knew?
So Dabi or rather, Kento now, had turned over a new leaf in a way. In the way that he was planning to wait until Endeavour had finally become happy in his life and then he planned on stripping the happiness away from him. And watching the joy fade from his eyes. But he had a job now. Not a great one but… he had a job.
Well anyway, that was his plan. Recently he’s hit a fork in the road. By the name of [name]. For some stupid reason he can’t get his mind off of what she did. When she let him go of course. So he’s been watching her, from a distance of course. Then he saw that stupid fucking livestream. With hawks. In bed.
Ugh.
He’d watched it for a while now. Just out of curiosity but he didn’t ever see anything indicative of why she let him go that day. She knew he was a villain, serial killer, all around just a bad guy. So why’d she decide to go and let him run free?
It bothered him. Not in a righteous way, he obviously didn’t feel guilt about what he’d done. No it was in a different way. He didn’t like owing her. Which he did now. And to take his mind off of this (when he wasn’t working the next day), he often went out to drink. And on a Sunday night at some random (slightly sketchy) bar there’s not much trouble.
So why THE FUCK is she here?
Just drinking at a table, eyes sharp, body almost tense. Has she been stalking him?
No, he’d notice. Cos he’s been the one stalking her. Not stalking, watching.
He goes to the bar, acting as inconspicuous as possible and orders a drink as he works through what to do in his head. He could go over, ask how she’s been, all that jazz. But what if she doesn’t recognise him? Then she thinks he’s just a random creep. No. That won’t do. Maybe he could just… watch?
Yeah. Watching works.
He takes his seat, angling himself so he can see her in all her morally corrupt glory.
Seriously, what type of hero lets a SUPERvillain go?
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Whenever [name] felt the pressure of everything, she would go out and drink. And with all the articles being written about her and hawks at the moment… she needs a fucking drink. Sure she could drink in her room, but it’s different when she’s out. More depressing to see the faces of people who are just as depressed as her. I mean, there’s not gonna be happy people in a bar on Sunday. So she goes to the bar strictly on Sundays.
She’s not sure why she feeds on the gloom, but she’s always been that way. Maybe she hasn’t. Maybe the war made her that way. She’s not sure. She used to be so fun, and now it’s sort of just… not the same. Life isn’t the same. She knows what evil lurks beneath the surface of people all around her. She’s cynical. Paranoid.
It’s this paranoia that makes her do sweeps of every room she’s in- every so often. But this time, there’s a man staring at her.
Creepy.
He’s got dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. A couple piercings here and there, nothing major. He’s stupidly good looking though. Anyone with eyes could see that. For some reason he puts her in mind of Shoto. How odd.
He notices her looking and offers a smile. A small one, friendly one. She smiles back. Maybe he recognises her (which is insane because not even her own classmates would see past the disguise she’s adorned with right now) or maybe he’s just a nice guy.
Awwww.
After a while of drinking and being depressed, she stands and dusts off her skirt- satisfied with how absolutely fucked she is and prepares to pay and leave. Then the hot guy comes over.
“What’s a good girl like you doing here on a Sunday then?”
Holy fuck his voice is hot. His breath kinda smells like cigarettes… though.. she’s oddly into that. The way he asks the question is carefree but she gets the sense he’s hanging onto every word she says. Nice, attentive guy.
“We’ve all got things we need to take our minds off of.”
He nods at this, a knowing chuckle spilling from his lips.
“Don’t I know it”
They both chuckle together for a moment, almost like old friends.
“What’s a good guy like you doing here on a Sunday night?”
He laughs at this. Hard. Maybe he’s just THAT easy to talk with. Maybe.
“Long week, even longer life, wanted a drink.”
He puts her in mind of Shoto, so much so that she lets down her guard completely during this conversation. Her previously tense shoulders and sharp eyes had melted away, leaving her with a strangely warm feeling in her chest.
“What’s your name?”
He looks like he’s almost forcing the words out. You know when you already know something but you still have to ask. Like that. Weird.
“[name]. What’s yours nice guy?”
He looks fucking delighted. Seriously she’s never seen someone be so ecstatic over a compliment. And one as simple as that?
“[name]… I like that. I’m Kento.”
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[name] completely underestimated how nice Kento was. The guy paid for her drinks and offered to walk with her til she was safe. Safe to say she’s planning the wedding and kids names already.
“You want?” He’s got his finger pointed toward a McDonald’s. “Fucking yeah.” He chuckles a little and they walk over, going in and over to the touchscreen.
Once she’d put in her order she prepared to pay but he tutted, lightly grabbing her wrist and insisting he’ll pay for both of their orders.
She’s falling in love.
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Dabi has come to the conclusion he’s lost his damn mind. Seriously what the hell is he doing?
Getting McDonald’s with a HERO IN TRAINING? Yeah he’s lost it.
But she’s easy to talk to… and she doesn’t know who he is. Is it really so bad if he enjoys the company? He hates to admit it but ever since the league pretty much all died well, he’s been a bit lonely.
He’s now sat on a random bench in a park he’s never seen before watching [name] devour her meal. How the hell is she eating that so fucking fast?
He’s sort of thankful she’s kinda shitfaced, she probably will not remember this. Definitely for the best… oh wait. No. She’s recording them eating now. And she’s posting it. Before he can stop her. Oh fuck. Her fingers pause right before clicking post though.
“Hey wait, what’s your TikTok user, I’ll tag you!”
Now, he’s in a bit of a sticky situation, if he insists on her not posting it or that he doesn’t have TikTok, she’ll be suspicious. But his account is literally a burner account where he doesn’t post or repost or follow anyone or anything.
“Oh.. I don’t really use TikTok all that much.. hah”
She looks offended. Like someone’s just ran her over.
“A GUY LOOKING THE WAY YOU DO DOESN’T POST? WHY THE HELL NOT??”
Oh. Wow. He’s not sure of how to respond to that.
“I uhm… I just don’t know what I’d post.”
She’s now grabbing his phone and urging him to unlock it. She then searches her account up on his phone, follows herself and tags him in the video and adds the caption ‘kento hot guy. cos he’s hot’ before recording a TikTok of the both of them with some love song on his account.
The whole time he’s sat there just staring at her, trying to manage the whiplash. This however leaves the viewer with the impression that he’s in love with her. And she’s clumsily lip syncing the lyrics looking at him the whole time.
She posts it, tagging herself and then going onto her phone, searching his username up and following him back proceeds to repost it.
She’s giggling the whole time.
What the fuck happened to being inconspicuous.
“Hey Kento. What’s your number??”
She’s still holding his phone, so he’s not too sure why she’s asking him this question, but he answers anyway and watches as she punches the numbers into her contact list, naming him ‘Kento hot guy 🙂↕️’.
What the ever loving fuck has he done?
That question follows him on his whole walk back to the dorms with her. It almost drowns out the sound of her rant about some Rick and Morty lore.
Just kill him.
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Some people say that grief is the worst emotion someone can experience. Or maybe depression. Or regret. Or guilt. [name] knows for a matter of fact that none of those are truly the worst emotion. Hangxiety is by far the worst.
And she’s experiencing that emotion right now. After being screamed at to wake up and check the news by literally all of her friends stood in her room she realises she needs to go sober.
Asap.
Who the fuck is Kento? ‘KENTO HOT GUY’??? SHE GOT HIS NUMBER? WHO THE FUCK IS HE? AND SHE POSTED HIM. oh no. oh god no.
The only solution is to die. It’s the only way. She slowly braces herself before opening the comments. Hawks has some ruthless fan girls and they’ll have her head for this. But… they’re supporting it? What? Why the hell are they doing that?
‘Alright girl me too..’
‘honestly hell yeah he’s hot’
‘damn she’s just always w a hot guy?”
‘Damn talk about an upgrade..’
‘Oh man I dont stand a chance w her’
that ones from denki.
But the general consensus is that people like it? They love him, that much is clear by the fact ‘kento hot guy’ is now trending and theres already edits of him. With two videos?? And they’re good too?
Impressive.
She orders everyone to get out and slowly braces herself, tapping on Kento hot guys number.
“Hello?” Holy fuck his voice is so hot. And he’s just woken up, she can tell by the gravelly undertone in it.
“Hey.. it’s [name]. Have you seen the edits of you yet?”
“…….. what?”
“Yeah you might wanna go on TikTok kento, people are crazy for you… ahaha…”
There’s a few moments of silence and she’s sure he’s about to murder her through the phone or post an exposé of her and her drinking habits.. but instead he laughs. Like a hearty laugh. The type of laugh that can’t be faked.
“No fucking way.”
“Yeah I’m being serious. You’re almost as well known as me now..”
She’s exaggerating a bit there.. she’s super popular.
“No. Fucking. Way”
“Yes way.”
He tells her he’ll ring her later and tells her to make sure she gets some good breakfast down her before she heads to class, then hangs up.
“Holy fuck I’m gonna marry this guy.”
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Hawks woke up in a good mood. Exceptional even. He had a big bowl of cereal, thinking about the edits people had been making of him and [name] recently. They were so cute.
In fact… he wants to watch some right now.
Only.. when he opens TikTok, he’s not met with an edit of him and [name]. It’s an edit of [name] which he’ll always welcome. Only this time, there’s some fuck ass rando next to her. Kento hot guy? Who the fuck is Kento? And why does his face piss him off so badly??
He searches [name]s account, and is met with two videos, one she recorded with him on her account and one she also recorded with him, but on some virtually inactive account. But it’s not inactive. It’s got like 120k followers. Who the hell is this?
Hawks is no longer in a great mood.
Especially when he sees the comments saying that Kento is a better choice than him. He sets his phone up, stitching the video, pulling a sad face and adding broken heart emojis over the video before posting it.
Heh. That’ll show them.