🥖 Hawks posting random cryptic and messages on his socials for weeks without reservation like—
'When they say good enough to get away with murder'
‘I'm so fond of this heat’
'No one ever talks about the very specific and intimate moment of finding perfect bread'
'The moon doesn't shine this bright'
'Bread so good you can't help but keep going back for more'
'He doesn't even know he's cute, but I know he is... I know'
The public speculates, what is Hawks obsession with bread and does Hawks mean a cat? The only explanation they have is the heat has surely gotten to Hawks' head.
And it has. Just not in the way they expect.
Sure enough, he posts too—
'Nothing as sweet as a kitty caught destroying personal property'
And the public aww's appropriately. It's sweet, they think, how enamored Hawks must be with a cat.
Only for Hawks to outright post next—
'I like my bread like I my men, crispy gold on the outside, soft and delectable on the inside.'
Dabi casually scrolling his socials chokes, glancing down at himself and all his scars and golden staples. Suddenly all the bits and pieces of strange commentary Hawks has given him over the past weeks starts adding up.
Dabi recalls the time he was caught ransacking through Hawks' office, and Hawks hadn't batted an eye as Dabi had laughed awkwardly on the spot.
"Spilled coffee and bread I brought you," he lied.
"Aren't you sweet," Hawks had replied, even with a knowing smile on his lips, unbothered. There was no demand of why there was no evidence of coffee or breadcrumbs across his desk, let alone the mess that Dabi's littered across his room.
Dabi recalls too, the time he had warmed up Hawks' fried chicken sandwich without a thought. Hand reached out across the wrapper when Hawks sighed about how he'd waited too long to eat it.
It hadn't meant anything, but Hawks had peered at him, gold startling eyes that simmered along with the words, "You know...you're kinda soft on the inside, aren't you? A little like... perfect bread."
And Dabi had opened his mouth to deny it, a grunt of, "What the fuck does that even mean" but Hawks had only laughed in response, positively delighted at his reheated sandwich.
The next meeting, Hawks had showed up with a bag of fresh loaves in his hands as he passed one to Dabi. No comment only, "Reminded me of you.”
And Dabi had thought nothing of it. It's not unusual for Hawks to make no sense.
Except maybe it makes too much sense.
Hawks likes bread like he likes his men...
Forgetting that he's a strict lurker and not a replyer, Dabi accidentally hits reply from his very personal, very obvious account to pro-hero Hawks' bread post —
'Wtf Hawks is this about me'
In which the world (and Dabi) finds out Hawks’ very specific type is just… perfect bread, like Dabi.
And Dabi, the villain, follows Hawks on social media.
Hawks instantly follows back.
