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“Ah, what a disappointment,” Dabi drawls, hooking a finger under Hawks’ chin. “You’ve just shattered the dreams of all your teenage fangirls, hero.”
Huh?
Hawks blinked, eyebrows shooting up in confusion. Why would his beloved little chicks be disappointed in him? Hawks was handsome, funny, smart — a charming young man all around. Well, that’s what the media always said about him. That was the role he was supposed to play.
“You mean the double-agent thing?” Hawks guessed. “Ah, right. The girls’ll be heartbroken once they find out a sweetheart like me works with villains.”
Dabi’s crooked grin twitched wider. Looks like he’d just learned something new about the hero today. Interesting.
“You call yourself a sweetheart?” the villain mocked. “That desperate for compliments?”
Hawks was just about to fire back with something insulting — because seriously, who the hell did Dabi think he was? Says the bacon-faced bastard — when an explosion rang out nearby.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
Not one single day without hero work.
“Sorry, Dabs. Haters are rare, but they’d eat me alive if I ignored this stuff.” Hawks gently pushed Dabi’s hand aside and dramatically spread his wings. “I’ll go toss these guys around real quick and get back to our villain business, okay?”
And off he fluttered like a very determined butterfly.
Dabi watched him leave, lips slowly curling into a viciously sly grin. Feather-brained idiot.
***
These villains were pathetic compared to Dabi. Hawks dealt with them in seconds. Civilians, injured people, villains — neatly sorted into three tidy piles. Done and done. Time to collect his well-earned praise and get back to Dabi.
“Ha! You fool! You loosened your guard, pathetic hero! Prepare for my special att-”
The suddenly appearing villain was immediately kicked across the street by the suddenly appearing Mirko. One elegant kick sent him flying straight into the pile with the others. Guess there’d be no special attack today.
“Thought you could hog all the fun to yourself, Hawks?” Mirko beamed, her bright grin lighting up the street.
“I’m always happy to share the joy,” Hawks replied with a sweet smile of his own. “Have fun!”
And he’d be even happier getting back to Dabi.
“You’re leaving already?” Mirko asked, surprised. “You really are the fastes-”
Abruptly, the grin vanished from her face. Her ears pressed flat. Her eyes widened. Oh no. Bad sign. Were there still enemies nearby...?
“Wash your costume,” she said flatly. “Actually, burn it.”
“Huh?” Hawks looked down at himself, baffled.
“‘Huh’? The hell you mean, ‘huh’?!” Mirko snapped, closing the distance in one jump. “You stink like a pack of bitches claimed you as territory. Have some decency and fight fair instead of poisoning villains with your damn scent.”
Now that was surprising. Hawks sniffed himself experimentally. His cologne smelled perfectly normal. Even Dabi — picky grouch that he was — hadn’t complained.
“Stink? Me?” Hawks repeated stupidly. “Are you sur-”
“Yes, I’m sure!” Mirko stomped her foot irritably. “And I’m also sure you’re a complete idiot! How do you not notice you’re drenched in somebody else’s scent? You’ve been marked from every direction and you’re acting like nothing’s wrong! Or are you doing this on purpose so every living thing within range drops dead from one whiff of your pheromones?!”
Her nose twitched rapidly. A rabbit Quirk wasn’t just cute ears and a fluffy tail. It meant senses far sharper than ordinary people’s.
“Pheromones? Where the hell would those even come from?” Hawks asked, genuinely confused.
He was a beta. He didn’t produce pheromones, and he couldn’t even perceive them properly. Besides, he hadn’t been close to anyone who could’ve marked him. Fan photos lasted a few seconds at most — nowhere near enough time for a scent to stick. And Hawks spent most of his workday flying anyway. There weren’t exactly swarms of airborne omegas floating around the sky.
Lately, the only person he’d been in close contact with was-
Wait.
“Don’t give me that dumb innocent face!” Mirko snapped. “I do not want to know you’re screwing some stinky asshole in random alleyways! Nobody wants to know that!”
“Believe me, I didn’t want to know either!” Hawks laughed nervously. “I’m off to burn this costume! Or maybe the person who scented it, ha ha ha! Bye, Miru!”
And away the hero flew.
Mirko rubbed her nose irritably. She desperately needed fresh air. Hawks was leaving an actual scent trail behind him. At this rate, she could probably track down his lover by smell alone and give them a piece of her mind.
***
“Dabi, what the hell was that?!” That was all Hawks managed to say upon landing.
Because the room was empty. Dabi had fled the scene of heroic justice like a coward. Covered him in pheromones and ran. Sneaky little sewer rat of a villain.