Tu Pi said that he was really not a bomber

"Hawks."

"exist!"

"...Leave from the balcony of my house."

"No! If you promise, I will leave!"

"Then you can stay until you die." Dabi said indifferently.

"Don't!"

With a flattering smile on Hawkes' face, he entered the room from the balcony.

The young man with huge red wings was wearing a plush jacket and did not wear his usual pair of tinted glasses, which allowed Hawks' handsome face to be unobstructed and unobstructed.

"Dubi, I'm your neighbor and your friend. You said how long we've known each other. It's not too much for you to do me a favor, right?"

"It doesn't matter anything else, Hawks, let me tell you, I will never promise you this matter."

The black-haired man had no expression on his face, and the patches on his face were very obvious - if there were no traces of burns and scalds, Hawks believed that Davi would be a very good pool noodle, the kind that could attract many little girls.

Dabi was wearing a short-sleeved shirt on his upper body and cropped trousers on his lower body. His exposed skin was dark and light in color, with large areas of stitching marks, and some of them were even stitched together with nails.

The blue eyes were smudged with the luster of ice and snow, and countless negative emotions were suppressed under the indifference.

But Hawkes knew it wasn't aimed at him.

"In my life, I will never paint a picture for Andeva."

"On my drawing paper, there will never be Andeva."

……

Hawks has always thought that Davi is a particularly magical man.

A cartoonist whose profile picture on Twitter is a half-peeled mangosteen.

When asked the reason by fans online, the man gave the reason——

Dabi: Like me.

Hawkes was speechless when he saw this reply, but he knew that this person was telling the truth.

But don't get me wrong, Hawks doesn't follow manga, but after getting acquainted with Dabi, who is a neighbor, and adding lines to each other, he followed Dabi's Twitter by the way.

"You like Andrew?"

Once Dabi came to Hawkes' house, sat on the sofa, saw Andeva's posters on the surrounding walls, and asked.

"Yeah, I really admire Mr. Andeva," said Hawkes, who is already No. He is the only one among all the heroes who really wants to surpass All Might."

"Yeah..." Dabi laughed, tilting his head back, leaning his back on the soft cushion of the sofa, with a lazy posture, looking at the white ceiling with the same blue eyes as the man on the poster.

"He really... really wanted to surpass All Might."

Hawkes was keenly aware of the difference in Davi's words, but as a person who thought he was considerate, and Hawkes had an intuition that this was not the field he should be involved in, so he didn't say anything, but changed a topic.

"Speaking of which, I'm free today, why don't we go have dinner together?"

"Okay, then go and submit a manuscript with me later."

"...What a hardworking cartoonist," Hawkes said with a smile: "I saw that you never delay your drafts on Twitter, sometimes you submit them in advance, and even blow up pages."

"Well," Dabi responded, "painting is my own personal interest, and I have nothing else to do, so occasionally I will paint a little more."

"But I like the oil painting you keep at home better. Is that the protagonist of your next comic?"

"……no."

Dabi paused when she pushed the door open, and then said.The tone is the same as usual.

"I'll go back and get the manuscript first, and then... If you feel slow, you can wait for me downstairs."

"OK."

Dabi went back to the opposite room to get the drawing, packed it in a document bag, walked to the door and put on his coat.He suddenly remembered the oil painting that Hawkes had just mentioned.

The oil painting was placed in a separate room—a room that Dabi specially vacated for the oil paintings, gouaches, and sketches he drew in his spare time.

But there is only one oil painting at present.

The beautiful woman with long white hair smiled softly against the background of ice and snow, her gray eyes glowed with bits and pieces of light, but the faint sadness between her brows was still lingering.

Like elves born in ice and snow.

Dabi stared at the room with the oil paintings for a while, his thoughts wandered for a while, but nothing could be seen on the surface.He quickly came back to his senses, took the file bag, locked the door, and left without looking back.

"Yo! Come down, Dabi!"

Hawkes wore tinted glasses and his ears were covered with earmuffs—this is his usual protective measure when flying. He was waving to Dabi with a bright smile.

At the same time, Red Feather is not idle, one feather helps the old lady send the big box to the overpass, and one feather sends the puppy that accidentally ran into the road back to its owner safely.

In general, Hawks is always surrounded by feathers.

"Stay away from me." Dabi said indifferently.

He didn't want to get his feathers covered.

"Okay, okay," Hawkes shrugged with a smile, "I'll finish delivering the drawing later, what do you want to eat, Dabi?"

"The stewed chicken in that shop is pretty good. It retains the original flavor of the chicken to the greatest extent. It is very famous in Kyushu."

"How? I haven't treated you to a proper meal since we met!"

"You have been silent, are you hungry?"

"How about some yakitori later?"

"... Are you fighting with chicken?" Dabi couldn't help but complain.

Dabi is also familiar with Hawkes now, so he speaks a lot more casually, and sometimes he just says what he wants to say.Anyway, Dabi knew that Hawkes didn't care about these details at all.

"Huh? Then don't you like it?" Hawkes turned his head to look at Dabi, who was walking behind him, at a certain distance from himself, "If you don't like it, we can eat something else."

"No, just eat that one. I think that shop is just on the way."

Dabi shook his head slightly and said.

"alright."

Dabi draws a boy manga, which also ranks at the top of the jump rankings. There was a manga that was completed before that was contracted by Bone Club to animate it. It can be said that he is a successful manga artist.

Logically speaking, Dabi should not have sent the draft to the editorial department by himself, but the editor in charge of him asked for leave today due to business, and Dabi himself had nothing to do, so he decided to send the draft by himself.

"I'm really sorry for your inconvenience, Mr. Dabi," the editor in charge said with a smile, "We should have sent someone to your place, but I'll trouble you to deliver it yourself."

"You're welcome," Dabi replied, "It just so happens that it's convenient for me, so I sent it here."

"I remember your previous serial "Floating World Lost" is over, is this a new serial?"

"Yes, this time it's about the hero and demon king." When it comes to his own comics, Dabi is willing to say a little more, "Since the content includes two generations of the former hero and the current hero, the serialization time may be longer."

"Oh, it seems that Teacher Dabi has already thought about the main plot. What is the name? Would Teacher Dabi tell me in advance?"

"The Story of the Brave."

"...Well, I always feel that the names given by Teacher Dabi are quite unique."

The author's name is Dabi.

Dabi means cremation.Cremation was practiced in India before the Buddha. It was originally a method for disposing of the corpses of monks after death. After Buddhism spread to the East, it was widely used.

The new manga to be serialized is called "The Story of the Brave".

The feeling of harmony is abruptly added to the Western fantasy.

He is indeed a well-known cartoonist who does not take an unusual path.

"Then look forward to Teacher Dabi's new work."

"Well, I'll take my leave first."

"Okay, Teacher Tubi, go slowly!"

After Dubi left, the editor was sorting out the sketches, and glanced out of the window inadvertently.

The young man who walked with the manga artist who was burned all over his body, and to be honest, had a somewhat gloomy temperament, wore goggles and a pair of huge red wings.

"Fuck! Isn't that the winged hero Hawks?!" I'm his fan! !Next time Teacher Dabi comes, I must ask him to bring me an autograph! ! !If it wasn't for work... I'd be thinking of going down to get my autograph right now...

"Hawks? Where? Where?" Hearing her words, her colleague looked excited.

"Downstairs, look, I'm with Teacher Dabi."

"Hawks!!!"

"I used to suspect that Mr. Dabi was a bad person. It's really inappropriate. How can someone who is familiar with Hawks be a bad person?!"

"Shut up! Teacher Dabi is also my male god! Super gentleman!"

"Hawkes!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Upstairs, Jump's editorial office was very lively.

"Hmm... what are you laughing at, Dabi?"

Hawks saw the rare corners of Dabi's mouth raised. Although the smile was light, it was rare.

"It's nothing. Most of the girls in the editorial department are your fans. I heard them screaming when I went downstairs."

"Ah, so it's like this, let's go eat quickly, I'm hungry."

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

happy Birthday.

I hope you can be like a flower, like a bright sun, bathed in the sunshine of happiness every day.