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Hawks didn’t know what had happened. One moment, he was fighting a villain— everything was normal , nothing out of the ordinary. The next moment, he felt like he was dying. His head was spinning, his vision blacking out, he had vomited so much it felt as if his stomach was turning inside out. He thought it might have been the villains quirk, but his mind was too foggy to fully process what that meant.
He couldn’t fly like this, but he needed to get somewhere safe. He couldn’t stay out on the street like this, he was vulnerable and afraid and he needed to be somewhere else. He needed to find somewhere close by to crash, at least until he was clear enough in the head to find a hospital to help him.
He tried remembering what area he was in, tried to focus enough to figure out where he should go. He had a vague memory that he knew someone nearby, but he couldn’t fully remember who it was or where they were. But, it was better than nothing, so Hawks slowly made his way in the direction of the person’s apartment.
Tomura lay motionless on their couch, staring up at the ceiling. Dabi had gone out to get food an hour ago and he still hadn’t come back. Part of Tomura wondered if he had gotten arrested somehow while buying (or stealing— most likely stealing) food, but it was more likely that he had gotten distracted at some point and ended up wandering around longer than intended.
That didn’t mean Tomura wasn’t hungry and wishing Dabi would come back already.
There was a knock at the apartment door that startled Tomura. He wondered if it was Dabi at the door, then realized that Dabi wouldn’t be knocking, he would let himself right in, and who the fuck would be here and actually knock before entering? No one else in the League ever did that.
Tomura procrastinated just letting the knocker give up and leave, but with how persistent the knocking was he didn’t know how long that would take, and he certainly wasn’t going to wait around and let the noise give him a headache.
He got off the couch and made his way to the door, not entirely sure what to expect. It could just be Kurogiri, although he usually wouldn’t knock this much.
Whatever Tomura was expecting, it absolutely was not a practically unconscious Hawks flopped against his doorway, covered in blood and vomit. He fell forward when the door opened and clinged to Tomura, getting Tomura covered in his mess while mumbling incoherently.
“What the fuck— why the fuck are you here?” Tomura yelped, trying to push Hawks off of him.
“Need... need help,” Hawks managed to get out, “Didn’t know where—“
Hawks passed out completely, falling directly into Tomura’s —confused, disoriented, annoyed— arms. He stood there for a few seconds, the door to the apartment still wide open with an unconscious Hawks directly in view to anyone who might walk by.
Tomura tried pulling Hawks further into the apartment, but was struggling immensely. He wished again that Dabi had come back already, he didn’t want to fucking deal with whatever this was by himself.
He eventually made it to the couch, putting Hawks down unceremoniously. Tomura hoped Hawks would wake up and explain himself soon, although he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. There was no possibility that there was a good answer to this.
Tomura stared at the man now lying, probably uncomfortably, on his couch and wondered what he should do. Did he help him? Clean him up? Would it be too intrusive to clean him while he was still unconscious, or would it be worse to leave him covered in various body fluids for long periods of time? Tomura was supposed to be a villain, he had no experience with shit like this.
Tomura was so lost in thought that he barely registered that the door had opened and someone was walking up to him until he heard Dabi say, “What the fuck ?”
“He just collapsed on our doorstep.”
“What? Why?! ”
“I have no fucking clue.” Tomura sighed and kneeled in front of Hawks, poking his face lightly, “What do we do?”
“I don’t know! Should we wake him up?”
“I don’t know, he seemed really out of it when he first came,” Tomura continued poking at Hawks’ face anyway, trying to see if he could wake the hero up.
Hawks stirred slightly, making Tomura pull back to see what he did next. He wasn’t waking up yet, so Tomura went back to poking him.
“That isn’t gonna wake him up.”
“I’m sorry, did you want to wake him up? Because you can wake him up, if you want.”
Dabi put his hands up in defense, so Tomura turned back to continue trying to wake Hawks up. A few minutes passed before Hawks finally started to stir, slowly leading to him waking up fully.
“Wh- what? Where am I?” Hawks groaned, his eyes squinting and blinking rapidly as he looked around.
“You’re at our apartment,” Dabi replied, “Although we have no fucking clue why.”
“What ? What do you mean? Why am I—“ Hawks stopped himself, suddenly holding his stomach and mumbling, “Fuck.”
“You look really fucking bad, are you like... okay?” Tomura asked, “Do we— should we help you?”
“Why would you help me?” Hawks grumbled, closing his eyes and his arms still wrapped around himself.
“You fucking came to our apartment why wouldn’t we fucking help you, shit head.”
“I dunno know. I don’ know why ‘m here.” Hawks’ voice was getting quieter as he faded out of consciousness again.
Dabi leaned down and slapped Hawks across the face lightly, saying sternly, “Wake up, what happened? How can we help?”
Hawks glared tiredly up at Dabi, obviously not happy with anything that was happening, before mumbling, “I don’t fuckin’ know.”
“Water? You did uh, puke a lot. I’m assuming.” Tomura suggested, gesturing vaguely at Hawks’ dirty clothes.
“I dunno, I guess,” Hawks responded with a shrug.
“I’m getting him water.” Tomura stood up, going into the kitchen to get Hawks water. He didn’t know why he felt like he had to help the hero. Yes, they did technically work together, but it felt weird. He usually wouldn’t want to take care of someone like this, but here he was trying to figure out how to make Hawks feel better.
Tomura came back with a glass of water. Hawks had passed out again and Dabi was currently struggling to take his coat off.
“What are you doing?”
“He said he was hot and was trying to take his coat off, but he was struggling and fainted again so I was gonna help him,” Dabi replied, continuing to struggle with the coat.
Tomura leaned down and slapped Hawks again, getting another glare from him but ignoring it. He held out the cup of water and said, “Drink.”
Hawks tried taking the cup, but his hand slipped and the water spilled on him. Tomura sighed and brought it to Hawks’ mouth himself, helping him drink it. The water kept spilling but it was better than nothing; Hawks already seemed to be getting better just from this.
When the water was out, Hawks relaxed into the couch and looked tired but less sick. He was still in his messed up clothes —including his coat, Dabi had given up after realizing he had no idea how to deal with Hawks’ wings— and desperately needed a shower, but at least he didn’t look on the brink of death.
“Can someone please help me out of this coat?” Hawks mumbled, looking up at Dabi, “I’m hot as shit in here.”
“I don’t know how,” Dabi replied, “Your wings are fucking annoying.”
“There’s a panel that comes off on the back,” Hawks said as he turned his back to the two villains, almost hitting Tomura in the face with one of his wings, “I would do it myself, but moving is pretty fucking painful right now.”
Tomura unzipped the panel in Hawks’ coat, making to easy for him to slip it off while only barely brushing against his wings. His back was exposed and Tomura saw a large bruise on his lower back, but he wasn’t sure what he should do about it. Hawks probably was used to bruised, considering his line of work.
Hawks sighed in relief and tried lying down on the couch, wincing as he adjusted himself. His wings were spread out more now, which made Tomura realize he was missing a lot of feathers. He wondered if it was painful to have his wings like that.
“Not to be uh, rude but why are you here? What the fuck happened? You never explained yourself,” Dabi questioned, getting an annoyed look from Hawks.
“I don’t fucking know,” Hawks groaned, readjusting more on the couch, “I was fighting some petty thief and it was going fine until, well, it wasn’t. I think his quirk was some sort of poison, because one moment I was alright and the next moment I was like... this.”
“But why come here? We aren’t exactly the best with helping people,” Tomura asked.
“You were the closest people I knew of,” Hawks explained, “Close as in proximity. I couldn’t fly, so I couldn’t go far quickly. Everyone else was too far. Plus, you aren’t doing that badly.”
“Do you have any external injuries that need to be cleaned? You do have a lot of blood on you.” Dabi kneeled down next to Tomura, looking closer at Hawks to see if there was any visible injuries that were hidden from the coat.
“I’m not sure, you can check if you wanna,” Hawks mumbled, seeming to be falling back to sleep.
“Hey, hey is it okay for you to sleep?” Tomura asked in a soft tone, putting his hand gently on Hawks’ chest, “Is it safe?”
Hawks looked up at him, his eyes still half closed, “I dunno. I’m just really tired.”
“I think he’ll be fine,” Dabi said, putting his hand on Tomura’s shoulder, “He probably needs rest.”
“I still should check to see if he has any injuries.”
“Go for it,” Hawks mumbled, “Jus’ let me sleep.”
“Fine.” Tomura carefully pushed Hawks’ shirt up, trying to see if there were any serious injuries. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do if Hawks was injured, but he could figure that out later. Maybe he would call Kurogiri.
“He doesn’t look too bad, mostly just scrapes and bruises,” Dabi muttered, looking over Tomura’s shoulder. “Maybe the blood is from the perpetrator.”
“Good. That means we won’t have him bleed out during the night. It’d fucking suck to deal with a dead hero on our couch.”
“We probably should disinfect some of these,” Dabi added, “He’s pretty grimy.”
“I’m still awake, y’know,” Hawks mumbled, opening one of his eyes to look at Dabi.
“Fine, you’re pretty grimy.”
Tomura stood up, “I’ll get a washcloth and something to disinfect you. Considering how much filth is on you I wouldn’t be surprised if you got an infection.”
“You guys are real good at keeping things positive, huh?” Hawks laughed slightly, which quickly turned into a coughing fit.
“I thought you were gonna sleep?” Dabi asked, but Tomura left before he heard Hawks’ reply. He found a (probably) clean washcloth and rubbing alcohol, then filled another cup with water to leave for Hawks.
He came back to find Dabi sitting on the couch with Hawks’ head in his lap. He was slowly running his fingers through Hawks’ hair, while Hawks seemed to be fully asleep. Tomura felt a pang of jealousy, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be where Dabi was or where Hawks was. He just wanted part of that intimacy.
Tomura went over and got down on his knees, pouring the rubbing alcohol onto the cloth while he quietly said, “I’m gonna start cleaning you off now.”
Hawks nodded ever so slightly, letting Tomura push his shirt back up. He gently pressed the damp rag against Hawks’ skin, feeling bad as he winced but knowing he can’t do anything about it. He was trying to be as careful as possible, but that would only do so much.
Hawks whined softly, but Tomura continued cleaning him off. Dabi was still petting his hair and Tomura started whispering quiet reassurances to Hawks, telling him that he was almost done and that he could rest fully soon.
Everything in the room felt too quiet, too intimate. Tomura didn’t know why he wanted to be so soft with Hawks, but he felt responsible for him. Even if the only reason he came here was because it was closeby, that didn’t mean Tomura had to be harsh. He still felt weird and uncomfortable being so... caring, but it also felt nice. He had never been in this position, no one ever needed him to take care of them before.
It was... strange, but Tomura liked it. He liked helping someone, even if that went against everything he had been taught growing up.
Tomura finished cleaning Hawks up and stood up. He hesitated for a moment, before saying, “It would probably be more comfortable if we move you to bed.”
“Can you help me up?” Hawks asked, voice barely louder than a whisper.
Dabi and Tomura helped Hawks onto his feet, then lead him into the bedroom and helped him into bed. Tomura still hadn’t eaten, but everything that had happened with Hawks had exhausted him. He was having confusing feelings and just wanted to sleep.
Dabi and Tomura got into bed around Hawks, which was a lot more inconvenient than they had anticipated. His wings kept getting in their way and it took a few minutes of carefully adjusting to finally get a good position.
Hawks passed out quickly— he had been on the verge of unconsciousness for a while now, so it wasn’t a surprise that he fell asleep so soon. Dabi and Tomura took longer, but they fell asleep not long after.