Chapter Three

Dabi chewed his lip. He could either ignore the press, or he could talk to his ex-boyfriend.

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He didn't want to seem too clingy though, like him and Hawks broke up months ago.

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But still, Dabi couldn't let go.

He was sitting on the roof again, listening to the wind. "Why did it have to be him. It could've been anyone else. I was fine for years without love. Why is it bothering me now?"

He lay back on the concrete of the roof, looking at the stars.

The rest of the League were asleep, and he was alone.

Dabi took a feather out of his pocket, playing with it gently, the crimson red blending into the night sky.

"I shouldn't really talk to him about it. That would just be selfish. I don't want him to feel smothered. He can move on if he wants..." Dabi sighed. "I haven't even talked to him in ages anyways. I would just make it awkward."

Dabi closed his eyes. He could feel the wind drifting over his face and he let his thoughts be drowned out by the noises from the streets below...

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Dabi opened his eyes groggily, expecting to see his white ceiling staring down at him, only to see a blue sky...?

Shit.

He fell asleep on a roof, in the middle of the city.

It was morning, and people were busy already.

Dabi sat up quickly, rubbed his eyes and glanced around, checking there was nobody there before getting up and walking down the stairs to get back inside.

Compress was standing in the hallway.

"Hey."

Dabi blinked. "Hey."

"You OK? Sorry if our questions from last night bothered you." Mr. Compress looked sympathetic.

Dabi shook his head, his black bangs falling in front if his eyes. "It's fine. I just fell asleep outside."

Compress smiled. "You can talk to us if you need to, alright?"

Dabi nodded. "Thanks."

Compress nodded back and began to make his way downstairs.

The way Compress was treating him it felt... familiar. In a distant way.

'Fucking daddy issues...' Dabi thought to himself.