Chapter One

                                    

                                          
Hawks just could not believe his eyes, and even if by some small chance he could believe, he would just outright refuse to. Yet, here he is standing in his living room with none other than Dabi standing in front of him with a cold and unreadable icy gaze. 
                          
"No." Hawks crosses his arms and glares back at the man, "No way in hell; don't you live at that bar with the rest of your friends or something?" Dabi says nothing for a long moment and lets out a huff.
                          
"Shigaraki wants someone to watch you. Unfortunately I drew the short straw and got stuck on babysitting duty now."
                          
"Babysitting?! I don't need-" Dabi closes the distance between the two of them and stands over Hawks. Hawks instinctively backs up and balls up his fists as he stares up at the disfigured man. 
                          
"Frankly, I don't give a fuck on what you think you need or not. We just got to make sure that you can be trusted," Dabi's turquoise eyes seemingly pierce into Hawk's soul, "So just stop bitching."
                          
"I don't bitch!" That draws out a low chuckle from Hawks apparently new housemate. "One of us is probably gonna end up killing the other, y'know." Dabi smirks.
                          
"Then perish," He shoulders past Hawks and makes his way to the kitchen. "Makes my job a hell of a lot easier."
                          
This whole predicament however, makes Hawks' own job a hell of a lot harder and with a sinking feeling, he wonders if he will be able to even pull off this whole double agent thing. Or maybe he should just buy a one way plane ticket to Hawai'i and live out the rest of his days lounging lazily on white sand beaches with a nice cold glass of mai tai.  
                          


                          
The smell of smoke stirs Hawks from sleep and cracks his eyes open with a grumble. In the dark, he spies the steady glow of a cigarette's cherry and he scrunches up his nose.
                          
"Dude, I have a balcony for that shit. I'm not gonna get my damn down deposit back if my apartment smells like fucking cigarette smoke." Whether on purpose or not, but Hawks is putting his lost down deposit on the former, a waft of smoke is blown towards him. 
                          
"It's too cold out." Hawks reaches over and turns the lamp on, glaring over at Dabi. Dabi is casually sprawled across the sofa, as if he owns the place, and takes another hit from the cigarette. He leans his head back and blows rings with the smoke, ignoring Hawks' annoyed huffs.
                          
"You literally have a fire quirk! I'm sure that you could keep yourself warm out there." Dabi side glances Hawks and rolls his eyes.
                          
"I'm pretty sure I could also set the whole building on fire too." He replies nonchalantly, as if he was just talking about the weather instead of committing a massive act of arson. Hawks ruffles his feathers irritably. 
                          
"Dude."
                          
"Point is, I don't want to go outside. It's cold and I'm comfortable. Deal with it." With a final intake of the cigarette and another puff of smoke blown his way, Dabi reaches over and extinguishes it against the wall.
                          
"Are you for real right now?! You are literally the biggest insufferable prick I've ever had the misfortune to meet!"
                          
"Hey, I don't got time for that bullshit."
                          
"You obviously must have enough time to smoke and- for fuck's sake!" He spies multiple marks on the wall from previous extinguished cigarettes, "You've been here for not even a full twenty-four hours and you've already marking up my apartment!"
                          
"I'm building character for your apartment. It's called art, look it up."
                          
"I can't believe you." Hawks feels Dabi's smug gaze as he walks to the bathroom. He briefly wonders if this is how a bird feels before the cat pounces and he shudders at the thought. There was just something about his self proclaimed roommate that screams predatory. Hawks came to that conclusion the first time they met and he didn't like that hungry look in his eyes then and he sure as hell doesn't like it now. He curses at his superiors for even offering this job to him, didn't they know how dangerous it was to play with fire?