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[twice tries shaking his head, to disagree that the plan wasn't too bad. well. it wasn't great but wasn't bad. they've had worst plans. hell, twice lead that overhaul guy to their base under the idea the man would join with them, and instead, wrecked them up and killed sister magne. not a day goes by that twice doesn't regret that.

this was far from bad ideas. twice trusted dabi.

first though, getting the villain healed up was the biggest priority. he was definitely leading and protecting the league while shigaraki was getting powered up.

once in the doctor's room, watching him fit around dabi, despite the villain's order, twice at least sends toga a message. given how she felt last night, she probably already didn't trust them. she was pretty smart. twice looked up to her so much!

just as the doctor comes to press to the front of dabi, lifting up his shirt in amusement, eager finger touching over the scars and new burns, twice comes closer, standing close to dabi. he eyes the doctor warily, like hawks asked of him. he never noticed how much interested the doctor was to his friend. how long has this been going on?

worriedly, he looks to dabi. is it too much? should he pull the doctor back?

the doctor makes an offhanded comment that he'll check out the hero next, but obviously needed to assist dabi first. he also says slyly that he needs dabi to fully undress for him to see the extent of his burns.]

[Dabi realizes now how stupid he's been to let himself get so distracted by anything else other than the goal he's had. He's supposed to be in charge while Shigaraki's out of it and instead he's been fucking around a whole lot with Hawks.

He has a job to do here and he's been shit at it. He wonders again if that was Hawks' plan all along.

Having Ujiko flit around him when he can't see so well is even more unnerving and he's thankful for once that Jin is here. He can feel those hands over the fresh burns and he winces inwardly, not want to show his discomfort. That's not his style.]

Just overdid it with my quirk, doc. Ain't no big deal. What I need ya to check are my eyes. And maybe my head.

[the last part he says reluctantly. He doesn't want the doctor all up in his head, but he doesn't really have a choice here.

Dabi moves back to sit at one of the lab tables, away from Ujiko's prying fingers. At least for now.]

[twice is a little bit unnerved watching the doctor, but dabi seems to handle him enough. he crawls his fingers up dabi’s chest to his jawline, taking the fire villain by the chin while inspecting him.

the eyes are looked at briefly, then dabi’s head is tilted, combing another hand through the soft hair. twice doesn’t like it, but he hasn’t touched inappropriately more than that. the doctor starts to order dabi to lay down, smirking wide, taking some enjoyment out of this.

it’s a practical chaotic mess watching the doctor go back and forth, grabbing what he needs, and starting the process of cleansing out dabi’s eyes. he makes offhand comments how pretty dabi’s eyes are, how maybe one day he can add them to his collection.

twice stands over his friend, eying every move of the doctor. he wrinkles his nose as the doctor even says how he wishes he could make a nomu from dabi.]

[ he's kinda glad it's not hawks in here watching ujiko do this. who knows how this would go. there's a reason dabi hasn't killed the freak doctor just yet. they need him far too much, even if he doesn't like this shit.

he hates how touchy-feely the old man is. he already hates doctors for everything they ignored when he was a child, and now this is a whole new added level of discomfort. the worst part is, the doctor really knows what he's doing.

dabi reluctantly lays down so he can get check out some more, but he glares hard at all the comments until his eyes are being checked. he tells ujiko to shut the hell up, but it's mostly muttered under his breath. he hopes the cleans will help, and it does a very little bit, but he has a feeling he damaged something because of the heat of his flames. hopefully it's not permanent and it'll just take some time to heal. ]

Fuck you, asshole. Ya ain't turnin' me into a nomu.

[dabi grits out, because just the very thought of that sends chills down his spine. he's seen those creatures in their oversized test tubes. he'd rather be dead.]

There's shit I can't remember, doc. Everything's all fuzzy from a day ago.

[the doctor comes to laugh at dabi’s reaction, but at least he’s not going too far with his ministrations. a small comment of dabi being a beautiful nomu come up, but then the doctor finishes his work with dabi’s eyes. “you need to rest them. stop staining them for now. you burnt them pretty badly. we’ll give it some time.” he says about the villain’s eyes before continuing.

the doctor perks up at dabi’s admittance and starts to comb through the hair like earlier.

“no damage on the outside. i’m interested to test if your quirk worked against your body’s defiance to heat and fried your brain. your body is working against your quirk. it’s rare to be in this position. you’re a beautiful specimen.”

the doctor hums, brushing some of dabi’s hair out of the way of the villain’s face. “maybe consider giving me a sample of your dna so i can research into you.”

and as he talks, the feather on dabi’s person moves hard and urgent, the tip sharp.]

[ rest his eyes. right. as if he has time for that in all this madness. he certainly isn't going to rest here though. he'd never close his eyes around this man.

he glares and tries to lean out of the doctor's touch, glaring at him some more. it's hard to rest his eyes with all this glaring. he tenses when the doctor goes into his quirk damaging his body. he knows that's what's happening, but he's reluctant to let the doctor delve deep into it. maybe he can help him, but at what cost? especially when ujiko calls him a specimen. ]

Don't fuckin' call me that.

[he feels the feather in his pocket move and he tenses up hard, shoving his hand into his pocket to feel around for it. it's hawks, and dabi quickly slides off the table, trying to slide out from between it and ujiko.]

Nah, I ain't given you my DNA. Gonna go check on Hawks, why don't ya come with me? I think he's hangin' with Compress next door.

[he looks to Jin for confirmation, his sight a little clearer than before after getting washed out, but not by much.]

[the doctor only chuckles at dabi’s reaction, but doesn’t seem to dare do it again. he is hungrily looking over the villain though while allowing him to slip away.

twice nods his head at dabi while coming close to offer his hand if the other need it. the doctor was packing up a to-go bag, offering a small tube to dabi. “for your burns. now, next door?”

twice is about to take lead, digging his phone out of his pocket to confirm that mister c. did in fact follow the order that dabi gave, but he comes to see several missed calls and several text messages. quickly, he reads them, until stopping at the doorway.]

Re-Destro has captured and locked Hawks up in the cells in the basement, according to Mister C. We’re not allowed to see him. Re-Destro is citing that since we can no longer vouch for Hawks, he is to be enslaved until further notice. Also said you’re not allowed to see him either, Dabi.

[the feather only pulls more frantically, shaking in dabi’s pocket.]

[ dabi takes the stuff from the doctor, looking it over before shoving it into his pockets. he'll trust that much, at least. ]

Yeah, next door.

[where they should have gone in the first place. hell, hawks should have come here with them right away. dabi would have felt more confident with what was going on if hawks had stayed with him, but maybe that wasn't the plan.

when jin stops them, reading the message, dabi's anger flares immediately.]

What?! I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm gonna fuckin' kill em all. They don't get to fuckin' tell us what to do. I'm in charge here and Hawks is mine.

[he pushes past jin, heading out the door, pulling the feather out of his pocket as he rubs his eyes, trying to see clearer once again.]

Try and stop me, fuckers. I'll burn this whole place down.

[twice frets over the message, unsure how dabi would react, and maybe he should have expected the anger. he’s upset to! hawks was still a friend, even if dabi was also apprehensive of the hero.

he follows after his friend, hearing the doctor coming along as well. hopefully hawks was okay. he can’t imagine that they would hurt the hero. not without their permission. hawks was their responsibility.

well, maybe dabi’s.

he does wonder why they specifically said to keep dabi away??

down the hall, he helps to lead, only gently tugging dabi where they needed to go. he’s spent endless times walking these halls, especially with yoga. she seemed to favor the cells at the bottom floor.

once they come to the last door, there’s two meta guards. there’s obvious scuffling going on within the room behind the door, whispered voices. the feather shifts in dabi’s hand, as if trying not to sharpen, but trembling, trying to tug the villain to the guarded room.]

[ hawks should have stayed with them. stupid bird, making his own plans when it's always gonna be dabi bailing him out in the end anyway. dabi is beyond angry, especially at the orders to keep him out. no one keeps him out of anything, especially not here.

dabi may not be able to see very well, but it's almost as if the feather guides him along. jin is there to lead him along as well and dabi's once again kinda grateful for it. maybe he'll even tell that to jin later, if they get out of this mess. ]

Get outta my way.

[Dabi says lowly, threateningly. He can hear the scuffling going on behind the door. he lifts his arms, palms up. these two meta fuckers should already know what he's capable of.]

Do ya really wanna find out how hot my flames are?

[the two guards at the front initially arch up, about to shoo them away, but then that threat from dabi gets them to tense up. they look at each other and apparently not having a death wish, they immediately bow their head and move out of the way.

twice steps forward quickly, worriedly, taking the door and pulling it open. there’s laughing in the air, two different voices, not hawks. but it wasn’t like hawks could talk before he left them either.

turning a corner, within the cell, hawks has his arms up, chained above him. there’s a collar around his neck, where a meta army soldier holds and tugs. his legs are spread, but hawks struggles and kicks, but there’s a hand in his hair and both soldiers have their cocks out, trying to push it desperately into his mouth. his lips remain shut, as does his eyes, head fighting to keep turning from the soldiers.

feeling the feather so close finally gets his eyes open, and golden eyes immediately set on dabi, looking fearful, desperately seeking the villain’s aid.]

[ it's a good thing the guards move, because dabi isn't sure how much fire power he can produce, and maybe Jin could help, but he's not quite sure about that either.

at least they know who he is and what he can do by now, and with a threatening look he follows jin into the cell and the laughter in the air turns his stomach something fierce. he doesn't like it.

when he sees the sight in front of him, he freezes, and it's as if every last bit of his heat rushes through him in such an intense wave, that nothing could hold him back. it's a wonder they even work right now, but they certainly do, ripping through him as he grabs one of the guards away from hawks, burning him where he stands.

the other is just about next, dabi grabbing him with burning hands, giving him a good shake. ]

Where the fuck are the keys?

[keigo never feels so relieved than seeing dabi and twice there. the doctor comes in after, but keigo pays him no mind, more focused with keeping his lips sealed. not that he can produce words or sounds, just small gasps and choked breaths.

more than anything, he wants to be freed of the collar. it irritates his neck, rubbing against the burns there.

it took everything from him to get dabi here, all the concentration and he's glad his lover is able to read the signs he gives. he knew he lost control a few times, sharpening the feathers without meaning to. he can only hope he didn't cut dabi in the process.

the sudden heat of blue fire is all he can focus on, the smell of burnt flesh next. keigo doesn't mind, but he can't stop the way his nose wrinkles from the strong smell. at least he can stop kicking and struggling, stop placing pressure on his neck, as he watches dabi grab the second meta guard. the man yells, one hand on dabi's hot wrist while he tries weakly to pull away.

keigo uses the opportunity to use his last feather to take the keys at the man's belt-loop, holding it out for dabi. with enough distance. he didn't want the last feather to be set on fire. keigo still wanted dabi to keep it.]

[ dabi can feel his body going on overload, especially so soon after exerting himself last time. the burns start spreading across more of his skin, but he isn't going to let go until he gets what he wants.

it's a good thing hawks grabs the keys from him, because dabi doesn't feel like keeping this piece of shit alive anyway, and as soon as he sees the keys safely away, the turns the man to a pile of ash. ]

Twice!

[Dabi growls out before he coughs, falling to his knees. He points at the keys for the other villain to grab and free Hawks. But Dabi isn't done yet. He pushes himself back up to stand, flames dancing across his arms again as he goes to head back out to the other guards, fully intending to burn them alive too. He may never stop at this point, piercing anger from seeing those men practically on top of Hawks -his Keigo- overtaking him.]

[keigo can't say he minds the way the guards are burnt in front of him. he doesn't care anymore. he's lost whatever hope for the meta army. he doesn't care about his handlers. or heroes. he just has one thing in mind, and it's getting dabi and running.

of course, he doesn't want twice or any of the others in the league to burn. they were the only ones to really care and not hurt him in any way.

he's a poor excuse of a hero, but keigo doesn't care about that at all. he's grown to hate the position the more his handlers used and threaten him, especially when they started to throw dabi into the mix. and if what he thought was true...

he may never look at heroes the same again.

dabi leaves him and keigo looks up, tries to follow but the chains keep him in place. but twice is suddenly there, and he's being unlocked, the wrists first, the collar next. he pushes past the villain, about to hurry and reach for dabi, but twice grabs him, pulling him back from being burned.]

Dabi, we need to go. Or should we stay and have some fun?

[twice questions, wanting nothing more than to put some distance between dabi and the meta army. the army definitely crossed some boundaries here.]

[Dabi can barely hear anything else but the fire in his ears. He can barely see either, but he knows where the guards are and he aims his flames toward them, burning one of them away..

He's about to blast the other one, but he sways into the wall, looking back over at Hawks and Twice. Hawks is free and he knows they should get the hell out of here, but he wants to end them all.]

Do ya really think I'm gonna leave this place standing?

[he growls out, but he's already in bad shape, and if he doesn't stop he'll kill his own body completely. There are parts of his fresh burns bubbling and peeling. Ujiko will have a field day with this one.]

[twice is still holding him back and keigo squirms. he has to hold the feather into his own hands, to keep it from burning. he's mouthing the villain's name, wishing he had is voice to speak up. he didn't even have his phone on him.

beside him, twice frets, and the doctor is no help, looking far too smug at the situation. maybe eager to get his hands onto dabi.

keigo finally pushes twice back, and he stumbles and hurries over to his lover. dabi can't do more than this. he can see it. and he honestly, keigo can't hold himself back either. at dabi's side, the hero wraps a hand around the villain's hot wrist, flinching at the pain, but trying to ignore it. he tugs insistently, to get them to leave.

he just wants to go. he wants to run away. he can't handle this much longer. and he can't watch his lover burn himself away.]

G...G..go.

[he chokes out, throat burning raw at trying to speak. but he wants to go. and he wants dabi to come with him.]

[Dabi can feel his insides burning up, but he can't get the image of Hawks chained up there with his legs spread and the others trying to force themselves on him. He wants to make them all pay.

It's only Hawks that stops him, hand around his wrist to pull him back. He can barely feel it anymore, but he knows. His flames die down and he's breathing heavily, trying to focus on Hawks, then the doctor and Twice behind him.

They have to get out of here.]

Grab the others, we gotta go. Ujiko, secure Shigaraki any way ya can. Use all the Nomus if ya gotta. Don't talk to anyone that isn't part'a the League. Not anyone else, Twice. Ya got it?

[he grabs at Hawks' arm, practically falling against him.]

Let's go.

[any other time, keigo would appreciate dabi getting vengeance for him, especially after that short nightmare. he can't thank the villain enough for stopping the meta army guards. however, he wants nothing more than to leave and not look back. he really can't take much more of this.

maybe dabi can't either. it's why he wants to get the villain alone with him.

as keigo wraps a secured arm around dabi's waist to help him, he can see the doctor humming in acknowledgement to the order. twice eagerly nods his head, and he's at their side quickly, scanning over, lips parted, about to ask if they needed him to take dabi-

but keigo offers a small smile, not needing to say anything further that he could help carry the villain. they needed twice to secure getting the remainder of the league. and, maybe, keigo just wants to be side to side with dabi for now. he really wants to get the villain alone, explain what was on his mind.]

[ dabi knew they shouldn't have teamed up with these assholes. who the hell even knows what skeptic and redestro have told the heroes and the commission by now. and before he thought maybe hawks really was in on it too, but now... no.

the hero wouldn't put himself in that position just to fool him, would he? he can't believe that. he knows that look in hawks' eyes and those feathers never lie. the one in his pocket that lead him here was fearful and desperate.

but now they have to get out, and whatever's going on that dabi can't remember, they can talk about it then, away from this madness. at least twice and ujiko listen to him without any argument. he wishes they could have gotten more help from the doctor, but maybe they can meet up after this when they figure out what the hell they're doing. at least dabi has more supplies on him now. ]

Keep in touch. We'll regroup when it's safe. Try not to fuckin' die.

[for now, he and hawks can get out of here through any of the various basement exits, as long as skeptic and redestro aren't on their asses yet.]

[keigo's body is still tensed up from the position he was just in. it's not one he ever expected to repeat. not in this way. it's certainly frightened him. but the warmth of the villain beside him is calming him down. he hates feeling helpless like he was.

it may have been reckless of him to use all his feathers up the night before. it's not the first time he's done it though, and he's never felt this weak without them.

beside them, twice salutes, and keigo is sure he says something over the regrouping, but the hero is already trying to pull dabi down the hall. he believes twice can take care of himself and get everyone to safety. however, he and dabi needed to leave. they were both exhausted and spent. they needed to find a spot to rest and lick their wounds clean.

keigo doesn't know of many exits, but he did explore the one he takes dabi in. him and the villain had used it prior before, and it's thankfully close by. he really didn't want to cross paths with skeptic or re-destro. or anyone. he would use his last feather to protect the both of them though.

if dabi wasn't so easy to make sick through motion, he would use that same feather to carry the villain. but, this is also fine too. the feeling of protection keeps his thoughts in order.]

[ dabi knows now that whatever plans he had, they're fucked. he doesn't know the extent of it cause he can't remember what hawks told him the night before, but judging by how things went down when they got back here, it's bad. it's real bad.

maybe there's even a bounty on his head now for kidnapping hawks and burning his building down, along with all the others. no matter how angry he was at hawks for not giving him more details, and running off to deal with shit on his own- no matter how suspicious he's been acting as well- dabi couldn't leave him there. not like that. hawks is still very much his, no matter what.

maybe that's what it's come down to now.

he lets hawks drag him down the hall towards the exit, trying to gather whatever strength he has left to keep moving. his insides are burning and there are still tendrils of smoke coming out of his cracked skin. It was a mistake to come back here, and he wishes that hawks would have told him so. but he can't get angry about it now, not when he's trying to cool his body off and put one foot in front of the other. ]

You okay?

[ he knows hawks isn't, but now that they're alone once again, he has to ask. that whole ordeal was pretty fucked up.]

[maybe trying to deal with skeptic and re-destro wasn't the greatest plan. he never got close, just those handsy guards who locked him up, promising to return him from where he came, but in more pieces than one.

despite that, he really did want to know how much those two knew, and why they demanded a tracking device on him. he clearly remembered them using dabi's name too. it didn't make much sense. they knew something though. unfortunately, keigo couldn't take it much longer. he really wanted out of this.

all it takes now is anyone using dabi to threaten with, and keigo would bend backwards to save him.

as long as he could stay with this villain particular, he'll do what's asked of him.

they're going to have plenty of people after them. everyone is going to want a piece of the bounty on dabi's head at this rate. he needed to keep the villain protected at all costs.

keigo is almost so lost in his thoughts that he barely catches dabi's words. turning his head, he considers how to answer. he wasn't okay, no. but he wasn't as terrified as before. the hero decides to bump his head softly into dabi's body, hoping it's enough to keep the villain from worrying about him. each step forward is better. he'll shake this off within time.

he's certainly glad that dabi did get to him in time. he was getting desperate there at the last second, scared his mouth would be fucked up even more. he wasn't even sure if they had even worst intentions. it's over and done with though. he's with dabi again.

as he comes to see the exit up ahead, the light of the day shining brightly at the edge of the tunnel, keigo slows down his pace. they weren't being followed, as far as he could tell. and they both could use a small break. plus, he needed dabi to properly direct him where to go from here.]

[ dabi can only imagine what those guards would have done, especially trying to keep him away. if he could kill them all over again, he would. he still wants to go back and burn the entire building down, with everyone inside. as far as he's concerned, they're traitors.

dabi is still worried, even when hawks bumps his head against his shoulder, but it's as good as it's going to get for now. at least they're mostly in one piece and getting out of here. he'll treat more of hawks' burns when they get somewhere safe, and see what's going on with his wings. he needs to make sure his wings are okay.

he's relieved when hawks does slow down, but he also doesn't want to go too slow or he'll have to stop and feel the pain he's in. still, he's shakier on his feet than he's like to be, and probably holding onto hawks far too tightly just to keep himself upright. the worst part is, he can barely feel his hands. so much of him feels numb. ]

I've got a place near here that I crash at. Picked it for when I wanna get away from these fucks, but still need to stay close by. It's two blocks south... we can make it.

[he realizes how rough his voice sounds now too, from all the heat and fire- at least he can speak, though. he hates not hearing hawks' voice, especially at a time like this.]

[whatever dabi wants to do when he recovers, keigo doesn't think he'll mind. as long as the villain isn't straining himself. although, keigo doesn't really think he's worth the trouble. but, if he thought about it, if their roles were reversed, he could very well see himself pulling the same stunt.

the hero comes to nod his head as dabi brings up another one of his safe-houses. good. he could finally be alone with his lover. he returns to the previous pace, so as to not get too relaxed just yet. if he stays focused like this, then they'll be there in no time.

he takes off down south, wishing he had his wings more than ever to block the sun shining down on them. he's so much more used to being with the villain when it's dark. well...he did want to go out into public with dabi. not all bruised and burnt, of course. and maybe not with so much money for dabi's head.

like the villain, keigo misses talking already. he likes their easy talking at times. how comfortable it is to be with dabi. even if they've just went through quite some trouble to get where they are now.

thankfully, two blocks heading south doesn't take much time at all. when they arrive, keigo looks around. he misses his feathers for times like this, but at least his eyes are just as keen. it's relatively quiet. once he feels it's safe enough, he returns his gaze to dabi to help lead them to where the villain wanted them to be secured for the time being.]