A thousand paper cranes

Hawks looked so defeated, small and young then, his raptor eyes focused solely on the multitude of shapes that were growing to surround him. There were stars, birds, hats, snowflakes, flowers all around, and Dabi couldn’t help a little, invisible smile pull at his lips at the view, his body warming up in front of such an intimate scene."How many have you made?" the arsonist asked, his voice a whisper in the quiet living room."I don’t know. I've never counted them" he confessed, his tone a mumble, almost cracking after staying silent for so long. "Why?""I thought you knew about that saying... that if you make a thousand cranes you can ask for a wish."