dabihawks and dabi & hawks related

what i'll mainly post:

headcanons

oneshots/fanfictions

au stuffs

character rants

fanfictions:

Feathers, Fires, and Fur

how i love to sink into the ice of your eyes.

you help me despite the blood we can both see.

loser

relatively good

cut me open

an idle brain invites the devil in

sober to death

it's only sex

if you have any requests for things you wanna see, send in an ask and I'll consider it !! cant say I'll do them all tho

got the idea to make this blog from @allsteddie !!

Hawks rests his head against his knees, wings barricading him from the rest of the world. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, listening to the tv, trying not to pay attention to what's in front of him. 

“I’ve often wondered what it means to truly love someone.

He unfurls his wings, staring at the body in front of him.

And then, I realized it’s what I feel for you.

The body of a white cat sits in front of him, lifeless blue eyes staring at him.

It’s a love that defies the limitations of the world, that remains steadfast even in the face of chaos.

He stands, holding back a gag as he sends a feather to grab a garbage bag.

Even if the world lost its color, if hope faded into the night, my love for you wouldn’t falter.

He carefully picks up the dead body, putting it inside the bag. His hands look red in his vision, despite him knowing that there’s no blood near him, despite him knowing he didn’t kill someone this time.

It’s unwavering and enduring, and it fills every fiber of my being.”

Dabi never really thought much about his sexuality. Sure, he knew that he wasn’t in the quote on quote ‘average’ or ‘normal’ of people. It’s not his fault that he wasn’t attracted to most people, romantically or sexually. Also he never liked all the labels. Why should he put himself into a box? It didn’t sound.. right. Not the point though. The point was what the hell was he supposed to do when he felt any kind of attraction for the first time and it was to a goddamned hero of all people.

Dabi ran his hands over his face, watching as Hawks let Toga put makeup on him.

Why meeeeeeeeeeee. Why did it have to be me?

“Am I pretty now, Toga?” Hawks asked, a real smile on his face.

“The cutest!” she squealed, happy for someone to finally be the victim of her makeup. 

“What do you think, hot stuff?” he asked, turning towards where Dabi was on the couch. 

You look adorable. “You look ugly as usual, birdbrain.”

He pouted at him, Toga butting in to scoff, “Don’t take it to heart, Dabi’s just a meanie.”

“I can and will take that ice cream back by the way.”

“I take it back, I take it back!”

Hawks giggled, watching the exchange between the two. “You two are like siblings.”

“Well, you’re both my siblings! In the league we’re like a big family. Since you joined later, I guess you would be the brother-in-law,” she exclaimed, smiling wide.

“That would imply that I was married to someone, you know.”

“I know!” Toga yelled, her smile never leaving. She paused for a moment before saying, “well, I guess you would be married to Dabi! Since he was the one that brought you here and all that.”

Dabi choked on his own spit, looking up to glare at her. Hawks’ eyes widened, beginning to stutter, “I don’t think Dabi would like that.” 

If only you knew, you idiot.

“Sure he would!” Toga I am going to kill you. “You’re special!”

Before Hawks could ask what that meant, Dabi shut down the conversation. “Alright, enough of speculating on me. Hawks, we have somewhere to be. Boss’s orders. Toga go eat that ice cream before Twice gets to the kitchen because you know it will be gone if he gets his grubby hands on it.”

He grabbed Hawks’ hand and led him out of the room and through the PLF. They walked in silence until they ended up on the roof, Dabi sitting on the ledge and dangling his feet over it, lighting a cigarette.

“Soooo, what was that about?” Hawks asked, settling down next to him.

“The consequences of ever telling Toga anything,” he sighed, blowing out a puff of smoke. 

“What’d you tell her?”

Dabi glared at the man next to him, pointing the cigarette at him. “Telling you would be even worse.”

Hawks frowned, looking him up and down. “Why’s that?”

“It’s nothing to do with you being a hero, don’t worry about that. It’s just.. something that I don’t want many people to know.”

“And you told Toga, notorious for not keeping secrets, why?”

“She’s the best person I know to talk about this stuff.”

Hawks tilted his head in thought, eyes narrowing before popping up with a grin. “Dabi are you in love?” he asked, leaning into him.

“No.”

“You said that too fast, you are definitely in love! Why else would you go to Toga?” 

Dabi poked the cigarette into his compression shirt, pushing Hawks off of him. I might just be the biggest idiot ever. “So what if I am? It’s none of your business.”

“At least tell me who the kinda lucky guy is!”

“How do you know it’s a guy?”

“Don’t even pretend you like women, everyone can tell you like men by looking at you.”

He glared at him, punching him in the arm. Hawks pouted at him again, eyes pleading for an answer. Eventually, he relented, letting out a sigh. Fine, I’ll tell him some things, just not too much. “Ok well he is in the league, he sucks when it comes to board game nights, everyone loves him because why wouldn’t they? He’s funny and honestly not that patient but he tries. You can tell he’s new to being around people who actually care about him since he’s always a little nervous,” he turned towards Hawks, blue eyes searching him. “He has blonde hair and ruby earrings and the prettiest gold eyes. He has talons that hardly anyone knows about since he’s always wearing gloves and he never seems comfortable in his body. Except for when he’s flying with those red wings of his that I’m always afraid of being near because what if I accidentally light them on fire and ruin everything? And I don’t know what to do because he’s a fucking hero of all things and he’s the only person I’ve ever felt any kind of attraction to.” What happened to ‘not too much’?

Dabi looked up at Hawks face, seeing him coated with blush and dilated pupils staring at him. “Ah, well he sounds very lucky.”

“He does?”

“Yeah,” Hawks said breathlessly, inching closer to him. “What did you mean by ‘he’s the only person I’ve ever felt any kind of attraction to’?”

“Well, I guess I’ve just never felt in love with anyone. But, I’ve been spending so much time with him and I guess I finally felt that feeling.”

“And would you ever act on that feeling?”

“Maybe. If he wanted me to.”

“Oh, I think he would want you to.”

The two were close together, thighs pressed to each other and faces so close he could feel Hawks’ breath on his cheek. Tucking a piece of hair behind the other's ear, Dabi pressed his forehead against Hawks. “You think?”

“I know,” he replied before pressing his lips against Dabi’s.

He leaned in, kissing back. It wasn’t his first kiss but it was the first kiss that felt real. 

He knew this couldn’t last, but for now he would indulge himself in the fantasy.

Hawks ran his hands through his hair, tired eyes watching the huddled figure of Dabi. What had caused this to happen again? He stretched his wings, wincing at the tinged feathers. Dabi slowly looked up, bright blue eyes searching for something. His face was caked with blood, some still welling up from his burned tear ducts. 

“What.. what happened?” he asked quietly.

Hawks closed his eyes, recalling the events before this. It was mostly a blur but he would do his best. For Dabi. Only for Dabi. He let out a long sigh and started to tell him.

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Hawks tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for Dabi in the abandoned warehouse. He was on edge. While it was pretty normal for Dabi to contact him randomly, something about his voice was weird. He sounded scared, urgent. Which was nothing like him. So, either this was an elaborate trick to kill him or something was really, really wrong. 

He didn’t want something to be super wrong but it would at least be better than someone trying to kill him. Horrible choices. As per usual. 

A crash sounded from the doors, Hawks immediately pulling out a wing to defend himself as waves of heat rolled in. Smoke clouded the area, clogging his senses. He choked on a cough, the heat getting closer to him. A cold hand pushed him back, slamming him into the wall as cold enveloped him. 

“We need to get out of here,” Dabi’s shaky voice muttered into his ear. 

“Is my place good?” Hawks whispered, cold seeping into his bones as Dabi death gripped him.

“Yeah. Let’s just go. And fast.”

He guided them blindly through the burning building, shielding Hawks to the wall. Maybe he’s worried about my wings burning off? And he is a fire user so he probably has heat resistance. Right? 

Eventually, they got out of the building and a safe distance away from the fire, letting him finally get a good look at Dabi. His shirt was burned off and mixing in with the burn scars were fresh burns and cuts. Instead of his black hair, it was gray and there was a wild look in his eyes as he kept darting around, making sure nobody was following them. 

Hawks knew there was no point in asking questions right now, it would just make the situation worse. “Come on, we’re almost there,” he said softly, nudging Dabi forward.

After a few minutes of walking and silence only broken by heavy breathing, they made it to his apartment, Dabi letting Hawks fly him up without complaining for the first time. This was the longest time he hadn’t complained about something and it was most definitely worrisome. Even when he was in bad shape after a fight or whatnot, he would always be complaining. The silence felt wrong.

Hawks settled him onto the couch, grabbing the med kit from the kitchen. He practically had these things stored all over the place. He carefully started to clean and bandage the wounds, trying not to startle Dabi too much. Most of the injuries were small and easy to fix but the burns were bad. He had assumed that Dabi wasn’t entirely fire resistant, hence the scars, but he didn’t know how fireproof he really was. 

“Can you turn around for me?” Hawks asked, the other giving him a small nod of approval as he turned.

The burns on his back were much worse, basically covering his entire back. As gently as he could, he rubbed the burn cream over the harmed skin, hearing a hiss of pain. Eventually, he finished taking care of all the wounds, fetching a baggy shirt with a feather.

Dabi was calmer now, as calm as he could be in such a circumstance anyway, so Hawks tried to breach the subject of how this happened. “Can you tell me what happened?” Before the sentence was even finished, Dabi’s eyes widened and he started shaking, retreating in on himself.

“I- I,” he paused, breathing heavy as he tried to center himself, “My.. dad found me.”

“Your dad?”

“Endeavor.”

What. The. Fuck. His dad is.. Endeavor? I mean, things do match up. The strong fire quirks and eye color. And.. didn’t the commission say something about Endeavor having a dead son? Fire quirk, blue eyes, white hair.. Oh shit.

“What did he do?” Hawks asked softly, not wanting to pause too long on the fact he knew Dabi’s real identity now. Or, Touya’s? 

He watched as Dabi’s blunt nails scratched at his skin, his body shivering intensely. “He, um.. He was mad. Mad I didn’t come home. Mad I was a failure. Apparently I ruined the family by never coming back,” he scoffed, the ‘normal’ him seeping through. 

“A failure? You’re not a-”

“Yes, I am!” he screeched, pulling at his hair. “I didn’t have a quirk like Shoto’s, of course I’m a failure!” he quieted, retreating back into himself again. “I left them all behind, I’m the reason mom’s like that, I’m the reason Shoto was hurt. If I had been good, if I had been useful, none of this would’ve happened. It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault.”

Dabi continued this chant, whispering it to himself as he tried to sink into himself. Hawks didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help, he really really did, but how? It had been so long since he had a panic attack like this and even longer since he’d seen another person have one of this caliber. Would touch be good or bad? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He decided to risk it though, wrapping his crimson wings around the shivering figure of Dabi. The second his arms wrapped around him, he clung to Hawks like a lifeline, burrowing into him. His heavy breathing started to calm down as he pressed himself against Hawks’ chest, feeling calm next to the normal heartbeat. Eventually, he fell asleep in his arms, Hawks’ brain going overtime as he watched the sleeping figure.

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“I’m so sorry Touya.”

Sin. The root of all evil. A word Touya knew very well. At this point, the only thing his dad would call was a sinner. No name, no sense of understanding considering he’s a human with complex emotions. No nothing. He didn’t want to admit to himself that it hurt but he knew it did. He would never let his dad know that though. 

Tapping his foot against the wood floor, he vaguely paid attention to the preacher. He was rambling on about how Touya was living a life full of sin and if he didn’t atone he would go to hell. So, the same gist he heard everyday. Cool. Really, couldn’t they be a little more creative? Touya had this speech memorized. 

“Are you even listening?” the preacher snapped, hitting the back of his head. He looked up at him tiredly, dull, blue eyes staring at him.

“Yup. The most focused I’ve ever been actually,” he muttered.

The preacher scowled at him. “This is why you’ll never get into heaven, boy. That kind of disrespect to your elders shows just how rotten you are.”

Yeah, I know. You only have to tell it to me once. 

Touya left after the preacher had finished his screaming match with a brick wall. He rubbed the spot where he had been hit, grimacing in pain. Seriously, how did such an old man have such a strong hit? He left the church, being hit by the cold winter air. Looking up at the sun covered behind the clouds, he let out a sigh. 

Running. 

He needed to run. Needed to leave, needed to do something. 

Rain started to fall as Touya walked home. Do we need to bring a dramatic mood to this? Putting his hood up, he made the long walk home, that he could have easily been picked up because Endeavor is rich and could definitely hire someone to pick him up. But no, because walking in the rain is very good for his health. 

Before he could even take a few steps however, a loud crash sounded in the alley near him. He scanned the dark alleyway, taking a few steps forward. As he made his way into the opening of the alley, a large red wing stuck out. What the hell?

“Are you.. alright?” Touya called out, watching the wing tense at his voice.

Whoever had fallen stood up, golden eyes pinning him. He was short with matted blonde hair and reeked of blood. One of his wings was bent at an odd angle and he had plenty of cuts and bruises on him. What happened to this guy?

“Who are you?” he snapped, pupils the size of tooth picks. 

“My name's Touya,” he said, watching the other warily. He wanted to help him but considering the current state he was in, it would be hard. He knew whenever he was hurt he didn’t want anyone touching him, so maybe this guy was the same? 

“Touya,” the battered guy murmured, testing the name out on his tongue. His eyes dilated slightly, the uneasiness slowly leaving him. “I’m Keigo.”

“Keigo, huh? That's a nice name,” fuck, was he doing this right? He had never met someone in this kind of circumstance. Was there like, rules to this or something? “Can I help you with any of your injuries?”

Keigo tilted his head slightly, considering the offer. After a few minutes, he gave a small nod. “Just, don’t ask any questions, alright?”

Touya made a zipping his mouth motion. “No questions. Only things you bring up.”

He gave him a crooked smile, the golden eyes warming up slightly. Making his way toward Keigo, he started to lead them towards Sekoto Peak. He knew that there would be a first aid kit hidden up there somewhere. 

Eventually, they got there, Keigo settling down on the tinged grass. Touya sat down facing him, pulling out disinfectant and some bandages from the kit. He tensed as the disinfectant touched the open wound, obviously worried about whether this was a trick. Keeping calm, Touya carefully put the bandages on. He had gotten used to fixing his own wounds so this was.. new to say the least. 

He leaned back after finishing caring for the smaller wounds, glancing at the bent wing. “Do you want me to help with that?” he offered. He had fixed his own dislocated and broken bones all the time, how hard could it be to fix another person’s?

“... Ok.” 

Keigo shifted around so that his back was facing him, the bent wing looking even worse than before. Touya gently ran his hands against the matted feathers, feeling the dislocated part of the wing. He pressed down on the dislocated part, checking the area and hearing a loud hiss of pain from the other.

“Alright, I’m gonna snap your wing back into place. Be prepared for a shit ton of pain,” he murmured, hearing a scoff from the other.

“I’ve experienced worse,” Keigo muttered, the bloodied hair falling in front of his face. 

Yeah, no shit. Look at yourself.

Touya let out a steading breath and put his hands in position, readying to put it back into place. As quickly as he could, he snapped the bone back into place, hearing a yelp of pain come from Keigo.

“It’ll be a little tender for a bit, but it should be fine if you rest your wings,” Touya told him, taking his hands away as he watched him move his wing. 

Keigo turned to face him, staring at him intently. “Thank you,” he murmured, watching as Touya shifted under his gaze.

“Yeah, of course,” he said breathlessly, shrinking slightly under the golden eyes. “Will you be ok now? I’m sorry, I don’t have a place for you to stay,” he rubbed the back of his neck, worrying about how the hell Keigo would survive.

“Hm? Oh, yeah I’ll be fine,” he said listlessly, focusing more on staring at Touya. “Thank you,” bowing his head, he stood up, Touya quickly following him. But, before he could say another word, Keigo disappeared into the woods, hopefully not off to wherever he came from.

Touya wondered if he would ever see this mysterious boy again. Who knows, maybe it could be a chance at happiness? 

Turning away, he began his descent down to the house, mind plagued with the red winged boy.

Now, Hawks always knew that most of the people in charge were awful people. Kinda. But that didn’t change the fact that he was still lying awake, processing everything Dabi had told him about Endeavor. God, he hated conflicting feelings. 

Sitting up, he stared at the Endeavor plush sitting on his dresser. The old, beat up plush stared back at him with its lifeless eyes. His face contorted in a grimace. Something that had brought him so much comfort, no, the only comfort during his childhood now could only bring him even more self-hatred. 

He really couldn’t have nice things, huh?

Walking over, Hawks grabbed the plush. The HPSC hadn’t filed down his talons in a bit, which wasn’t like them at all so that was weird, but because of this he could tear the thing to shreds if he wanted. And he did. He wanted to so badly. But, this thing was the only thing that made him human. Gave him emotions.

He pressed his thumbs into the soft material, watching bits of stuffing start to bubble out of it. He let out a sigh and stopped, resting his head against the damaged plushie. “Fuck,” he muttered, feeling his sanity start to slip away over a goddamned plush. 

Hawks put it back down, his feathers sharpening as he heard someone open his door. How did he always elude Hawks’ senses?

“Watch’ya doing birdie?” Dabi asked, slowly making his way over to the other man. He froze as he saw the thing Hawks was staring at, smoke slowly starting to escape from his body. “Why do you have that?” he could feel the room start to get hotter as Dabi got angier, his fire starting to spark.

Well, no point in lying anymore. Dabi would figure everything about him anyway, if he hadn’t already. “It was the first- only thing I ever owned,” he whispered. Finally saying something like this out loud was one thing, but he never imagined it would be to a villain who was right behind him and who hated Endeavor more than anything.

But after he said that, the heat started to die down. And a head was resting on his shoulder. Dabi’s head. What the fuck. 

“Only thing, huh?” he murmured, his breath smelling like smoke. Jesus Christ. He was making Hawks’ brain short circuit. 

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, hesitantly leaning into Dabi’s warmth. Apparently that was the right move because he pressed his chest in between his wings, wrapping his arms around the shorter man's waist as well.

Whattttt is happening??

“You know, I always knew you were a spy. But, there is definitely something fucked up about you. I don’t know the full extent but, Keigo Takami, I know damn well it isn’t good,” Hawks went rigid against him the second his real name was uttered. How did Dabi know that? The HPSC made sure that it was buried deep. “You don’t have to tell me, just know I’m on your side, okay?”

‘I’m on your side’

‘Your side’

My side?

He’s on my side?

Hawks had never heard anyone say they were on his side. Sure, he’s heard it from other heroes when fighting and he’s heard it from the commission. But it’s never been real. Yet here was Dabi, calling him by the name he hadn’t heard in 15 years, and telling him he was on his side despite not even knowing what happened to him.

What the fuck.

He relaxed his wings, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to tell Dabi. He did. But it was so, so hard. He had never talked about his past, the HPSC made sure of that. He knew that it would be good to tell someone. Talking about your feelings and all that. 

“I,” he started, pausing so he could muster up the ability of speech again, “when I was around 8, the commission took me in,” he sucked in a breath as Dabi tightened his grip. Holy shitttttttttttttttttttttt. Focus. Please. “My parents didn’t care about me. My dad had killed someone and my mom followed him. I was just a nuisance to them,” letting out a self-deprecating laugh, he thought of his parents. He probably was even less than a nuisance. They did refuse to spend any brain power on him unless it was to kick or hit him. “One day, my mom took me to a store nearby. She got me a hero plush. The All Might ones were too expensive, so this was all she could do. Kinda funny, don’tchya think?” 

Dabi let out a small laugh, his breath tickling Hawks’ neck. “Yeah, he’s always gonna be a little behind, huh?” his words felt wrong. Hawks knew that he would never have said ‘a little behind’ but, new circumstances cause new reactions, don’t they?

“But, eventually he got arrested. By Endeavor. And they found me,” his eyes narrow at the memory of the agents giving his mom the money, selling him away like he was nothing, like she had never cared. He knew she didn’t. But he didn’t want to believe it. “The training was kind of a blur,” liar, liar, liar, “but they continued to promise me that I would be just as good of a hero. If being a hero means killing people who had never done anything wrong, they just seemed like they would.” 

All of the blood on his hands. All of the innocent lives lost just because he wanted to follow orders, because he wasn’t strong enough to defy them. The mutilations any time he even considered this could be a bad idea. The broken bones any time he even hesitated for a second. Why, why, why, why, why!? Why couldn’t they treat him like something more than a killing machine. Why was the only person who had ever bothered to find something out about him, the real him, somebody everyone wanted dead.

Before he realized it, he was on the ground, shuddering at every breath. His head leaned against Dabi’s chest, the warm arms cradling him. He knew that things could never change, nobody would let it. But maybe, just for the time being, he could imagine a world where he never had to kill anyone, never had to lie to anyone, never had to betray anyone. He could pretend, in the arms of the person he was destined to ruin. 

Dabi kicked his feet up on the dashboard, side eyeing Hawks. The two had been driving for a couple of hours now, shaking the police easily because they’re shit at their jobs. Dabi had been the driver since Hawks was not used to driving and he did not want to experience Hawks’ driving skills.

But, considering Dabi had been driving for two hours with Hawks in the car, he was tired as shit. The hero wasn’t in great condition either, very obviously worrying about if the cops had recognized him or not. Dabi knows for a fucking fact that they didn’t since his wings were hidden but that still didn’t stop the other from worrying about it. And sure he didn’t tell Hawks that there was no way they would recognize him, but it’s not his fault that he didn’t realize that sooner. 

“Alright,” he said after an annoyed huff.

“Alright..? Alright what?” Hawks said, pupils shrinking slightly.

Dabi really hated how easily he could notice things Hawks did. He was spending too much time with him.

“Lets find somewhere to eat,” he responded, drawing back his legs from the dashboard. 

When he flicked his eyes over in the hero’s direction, the shrunken pupils were following the movement of his legs. Pervert.

“Aren’t the police still looking for us?” the hero asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Whateverrrrrrrrr,” Dabi drawled, “I’m hungry. You haven’t been the one driving for two hours straight.”

“Yeah, but,” Hawks started, getting cut off by Dabi’s hand against his mouth.

“Shut. Up. We are getting food.”

Hawks batted his hand away and muttered, “fine,” eyes flicking away from the other.

Dabi stepped out of the stolen car, studying their surroundings. He had parked in an empty lot, making sure nobody was really in this town. Enough people to make it a town, but at night it seemed uninhabited. 

The two wandered around the empty town, finally finding somewhere that was open. The smell of fried chicken wafted around them as they walked back to the car, which was entirely unpleasant for Dabi. He had never liked fried food, go figure considering his quirk was frying him. Whatever. Food was food.

They ate in silence for a while, Hawks’ stress basically radiating throughout the car. He desperately needed to calm the birdbrain down. Not because he cared about him or anything. Like he was capable of that. It was just a form of pragmatism. Probably. 

“What are you so worried about birdie?” Dabi murmured, trying not to break the quiet atmosphere. Because he didn’t want it to be crazy. That’s the only reason.

Hawks tensed slightly, feathers sharpening a bit. Which anyone would notice. Dabi isn’t weird for noticing that. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, resting his head against the seat and turning away from Dabi.

“Uh huh,” he leveled, giving him an unimpressed stare. Nobody says they’re fine when they’re actually fine. He should know. He says it all the time. 

“Mm hm,” Hawks hummed, giving a small nod.

How convincing. 

Dabi reached over and flicked the side of his head, earning himself a sharp glare from the other. “You know, you really shouldn’t be worrying. They didn’t recognize you.”

“How do you know that?” Hawks muttered. Well, at least he didn’t deny it.

“You’re not an idiot, Hawks. You know damn well that even if the police recognized you, they would try and cover it up. Same with the HPSC,” he shrugged and, turning back to the other, met his eyes.

“Yeah.. yeah, you’re right. It’s alright.” 

“Good. Now, I don’t have to deal with a headless chicken in my car.”

“First, I’m not a goddamn chicken. And second, it’s not even your car?”

“Shhh. Yes it is. Finders keepers.”

“I found the car, shouldn’t it be mine then?”

“I found you, therefore anything you find is mine. Finders keepers.”

Hawks rolled his eyes, a soft smile betraying the purpose of said eyeroll. Finally, he was feeling better now. And Dabi only cared because this made his life easier. Yup. 

Hitting his head against the headrest, he grumbled, “I am so not excited to drive,” rubbing his eyes.

“I could drive,” Hawks offered cheerfully, filling Dabi with the deepest dread imaginable. 

This idiot will make me throw up if he drives. Stick to the skies, birdie.

“Yeah, no fucking way. I have no trust in your driving skills.”

“Awh, come on! I promise I’m great at it. I took a lesson like, a year ago.”

“Yup, no way Jose.”

Hawks pouted at him, which he glared at. Neither actions did anything but it’s the thought that counts. Eventually, Dabi started to drive again, looping back around to the league’s base. Their talking mixed with the motor and the wind rushing around them from Hawks open window. 

Speaking of Hawks, he had put his head out said window. Because he’s a fucking weirdo. Seriously, why would you do that to yourself?

“What are you doing?” Dabi asked through suppressed laughter. 

“Trying to make it feel like flying!” he yelled back, giggling as the air pushed his hair back.

Cute.

No, no, no, no, no. That did not happen. He’s just a contact. That’s it.

That’s all he is.

“You really can’t stay out of the air for long, huh birdie?”

“Nope!”

Dabi smiled despite himself, enjoying the carefree nature of the other man. Sure, most of the time it was just an act but when it wasn’t he was so fucking amazing.

Stop thinking about Hawks like that. He is a hero, you’re a villain. Incompatible. That’s all there is to think about because that’s all there is to it. Get him out of your head.

He sighed, focusing back on the road. It doesn’t matter what he wants. The only thing that matters is his end goal. And Hawks isn’t apart of that. He could wish all he wanted, but it’s unreasonable. You can’t change what’s inevitable. 

Maybe he could convince Hawks to die with him. 

Say it’s a test of loyalty or something.

Wishful thinking.

For now he could enjoy the little time they had.