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Keigo swears he’ll start breaking stuff if Dabi’s inactivity gets blamed on him. It is not his fault that the bastard just decided to stop answering Keigo’s texts and calls. Knowing his luck this “quick chat” that the commissioner wanted to have with him and his handler is gonna be exactly that.
Trying to help his odds, he left for the meeting 10 minutes earlier, but life just finds a way. And here he is, 5 blocks away from the commission in a nearby park trying to end a conversation with a fan he just saved from a car accident, oh and would you look at that time’s up. He is officially late.
“Well, it was bound to happen eventually,” he thought cynically, “just not when the commissioner wanted to talk to me personally.”
Realizing that the teenage girl in front of him has stopped talking he quickly excused himself from their interaction by citing that he had this really important thing to take care of, and he simply turned around walked a couple of steps away from the girl and took off into the sky.
“Wow, is that the best excuse that you could come up with,” the ugly little voice inside his head happily supplied, “after all that training that the commission, and you still fuck up something as simple as interacting with your fans. Maybe you they should give you some more lessons.”
Keigo shuddered at the thought of more lessons, even if they were only for interacting with people, his handler is brutal with the simplest of things. He couldn't even imagine what would it be to have an actual lesson with the guy.
The voice doesn’t stay silent for a long time before it starts to spew even more degrading thoughts. Even with the ugly little voice, Keigo still feels how he relaxes.
It’s the flying, the feeling of air all around him. That calms him down even in situations like these where nothing seems to going right. The cleaner air that you can only get up here. The noise of the city fading away until it no longer feels like its crushing him, the feeling of the clouds beneath him, the weight of all those expectations suddenly nonexistent.
“Breathe,” whispers Keigo to no one but himself.
Taking the fastest route to the commissions building he hopes that the excuse of preventing a car accident will be enough to earn forgiveness with the commissioner.
“Just breathe,” Keigo repeats to himself as to not forget to do so while talking with the commissioner.
Keigo feels a bout of both relief and disappointment when the building he’s been looking for appears in his peripheral vision. Making a sharp left turn he steels his face and emotions into a perfect blank slate, just the way he knows is expected of him.
On the top floor of the high rise building there is a single open window which is currently servings Hawks as a door. Landing inside the office he sees the commissioner sitting at her desk and his handler looking expectedly at him from his spot beside her.
“I apologize for my lateness,” the words themselves weren't ones you would normally associate with Hawks, but the tone and delivery did implicate that he was the one saying them. “There was a minor issue that occurred on my flight here that needed my immediate attention.”
Both the commissioner and his handler just looked at him for a hot minute, the judgement in their eyes did not faze him as he’d grown accustomed towards it.
After a good 5 minutes of silent treatment the commissioner broke the silence in the room, “Come take a seat Hawks, we’ve got a lot to discuss.”
Hawks moved silently and obediently to the chair that she was pointing to in front of her desk. Simultaneously his handler moved from his spot to stand behind the commissioner, actively blocking the sun from the older woman.
Hawks thought that it was funny, he contemplated telling the president how the sunlight might make her seem more alive and human like, but nevertheless he kept his mouth shut waiting for her to finally start this godforsaken meeting.
“Now, before I even start this meeting, I think it’s safe to say that everything discussed here today is highly classified and should any of it get out to anyone that is not in this room right now, the punishment for such act would be intense,” she said the last part while maintaining heavy eye contact with Hawks.
Hawks dutifully nodded even though he didn’t know how the punishments could get any more “intense” than they already were.
“Good,” she continued nonchalantly, “As you know, you yourself were chosen for one of the most important missions ever created and for that role you needed to give away some information of the heroes to the league of villains.”
The dramatic pause that she just did caught Hawks by surprise, such a novice technique in manipulation used by the madam president herself. Oh.
OH.
Whatever happened must be serious.
“Hawks,” she said as if he didn’t know his own name, “You are one of my most trusted men, that is not a light compliment, so take this job very seriously.”
“Information that we did not approve of has gotten outside of the commission.”
“Fuck my life,” was the first thought that popped into Hawk's head alongside with “they’ve got me.”
“-live that the culprit is a hero, it is your job to use this mission to ensure the commissions trust in these heroes” the president finished.
That shakes Hawks away from his panicked phase, he quickly catches himself before he begins to ask a question about the new mission. He turns his head to look at his handler to catch his reaction, as expected his face was as stone-cold after that bombshell of a revelation as beforehand.
There's a moment of silence, which Hawks suspects that he needs to fill.
“Yes, thank you ma’am for trusting me with such an important task,”
“Good, now that you know what we are dealing with let me go over some details about who exactly are our main suspects …"
At around this point is where the meeting began to get progressively more boring. Hawks really appreciates the amount of attention and care that was put into this mission.
No really, he appreciates it.
It's triple the amount of explanation he got for his League of Villains infiltration mission.
After a couple of these “extra special” missions that the commissioner will only give its most loyal servant, you get the gist for all of them. It is really repetitive, almost to the point it gets boring.
Almost.
Because this Friday Hawks has a date with Mirko, Ereaserhead, Mt. Lady, Kamui Woods, EdgeShot and Rock Lock where they need to catch the organizer of the Stupid Shirt gang. The double S gang for short.
While the name is fucking ridiculous, they are not people you can take likely. From what Hawks gathered, it seems that they specialize in human trafficking of children with powerful quirks. Saturday is the shipment day, so the last chance to get them is Friday night where the leader is often seen drinking with his business buddies in a local back-alley bar.
Hawks is to attend a meeting tomorrow with his fellow heroes and go over the plan and smooth out any imperfections. There is also a chance of having patrols together to get to know each other a bit more. A chance for Hawks to determine if they are to be trusted.
Honestly its quite laughable, Hawks the triple agent working with the League of Villains, having to discover yet another traitor of the commission. Who knows, if they get along they could possibly work together.
It is still a possibility that the commissioner thinks that he is the traitor, which, she would be correct in that regard but wrong in the “information that Hawks has given out” regard. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her and Hawks would like to keep it like that for at least a little longer.
Getting back to his apartment was a real doozy for Hawks, this meeting taking place on one of his rare days off he had nowhere to go but back to bed. The entire flight he spent mulling over his possibilities and each and every outcome that comes with it.
Landing on his bedroom balcony Hawks saw the turned on lights in the hallway. Concentrating on all of his feathers Hawks noticed how one of his feathers was already in the kitchen. Through that feather he felt the trademark taste of cheap cigarettes and ash, immediatly giving away the identity of the criminal who broke into Hawks' apartment. 'Oh oho, look what the cat dragged back, could it be possible that Dabi is finally back.'
Standing up straighter with a knowing smirk on his face he continued to walk ever do quietly to the door of his kitchen. Opening the door led him to the image he wants to forever keep in mind.
Dabi leaning on his kitchen counter entranced with the phone on his hand. half naked. His leather coat, t-shirt and boots having been discarded along the floor and table.
Dabi's seemingly oblivious to anyone entering the room, so Hawks takes an advantage of that and takes a moment to admire Dabi. You cannot blame Hawks for staring, this isn't a sight just anyone gets to see on a random day, Dabi's chest is in full light and Hawks will forever worship those pecs, staples and all. Those hands that are currently holding a phone have done such naughty things to Hawks that he is getting horny from just looking at them.
“I seriously need to get laid tonight,” thought Hawks as his eyes moved south where they landed on the skin tight black leather pants that momentarily short-circuited Hawks' brain.
“Oh, so you ignore me for about a month and instead of an apology I get a case of breaking and entering.” Hawks' voice startled Dabi, “But when I ignore you for less than a week you have the right to be pissy even with me apologising.”
Dabi then put his phone down and tilted his face to look at Hawks, “So you do agree that you were in fact ignoring me.”
It was an argument that they have at least twice a week, but Hawks wouldn't have it any other way.
“I was absent from your life for less than a week, with a very good reason and you got an apology. So I don't really see how this situation correlates with that one.”
“If your so hellbent on an apology,” Dabi straightened and closed the distance between them “Then why don't you shut up and let me show you just how truly sorry I am.”
“And just how are you gonna do that.” Hawks tilted his entire body forward just inches away from Dabi's, “by breaking my back?"
“You'd like that."
That was true, very true.
But Dabi didn’t need his ego stroked so Hawks simply grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a kiss.
Breaking the kiss to catch some air Dabi said “Damn Birdie, if I knew you would be so eager I would have come quicker.”