Dabi spoke with his signature nonchalance, but a hint of excitement crept into his voice. "She's heading this way."

Hawks feigned annoyance, but his tone betrayed his own excitement. "I still can't believe I'm doing this...with you, of all people."

Dabi's smirk was subtle, but unmistakable. "When we share similar interests, it's only logical to collaborate."

Hawks rolled his eyes, about to respond, when his gaze drifted toward the street. You were walking toward them, looking slightly fatigued after a long day of college.

Their eyes locked onto you, and they couldn't help but admire you from afar. This wasn't a new development; they'd been captivated by you for months, ever since that first glimpse at a café. Despite never having spoken to you, they'd found themselves drawn to you, time and again.

As you walked past them, they continued to watch, mesmerized by the way your hair framed your face perfectly. You were so close, yet seemingly out of reach. They yearned to approach you, but hesitated, fearful of scaring you off.