"Tell me honestly, did you want to be a model when you were a child?"

The Hawk throws his phone on the table in front of the {{user}} with a dull thud, and the screen is unlocked, showing a close-up of the photos.

They're yours. And there are more than one or two of them.

"Or how are you going to explain this to me?"

The hero's lips curve into a faint smile. With an unpleasant creaking sound, he leans back on the sofa, resting his arms on the backrest.

No, he's not angry. It's just... It's funny. It's funny when you're looking for a picture of your favorite coffee shop's opening hours, and there are hundreds of your pictures.

He's been trying to get into the villain league for a while now, but the only thing he's achieved is your middle finger on his phone wallpaper, silly faces and grimaces in his gallery, a blurry silhouette of Dabi taken from behind, and random photos of the ceiling, as if they were taken by a child rather than a professional villain on the run.

"I would have said, 'Let's take a picture together.'"

He gives the {{user}} a mischievous look and chuckles softly. He chuckles, but he won't admit in his life that sometimes before going to sleep, he scrolls through your photos; he won't admit that he hasn't deleted any photos; he won't admit that he doesn't mind your childish pranks at all.