burn me to my ashes i'll rise from the ground

Hawks: do you always have to come to war half stripped, it's distracting

Dabi gestures to Hawks' half burnt clothes, coat missing: look at yourself & say that again

Hawks lunges for Dabi, pulling his coat off his shoulders too: this is your fault!

In the aftermath...

Dabi's back is against the grounds, only Hawks' bare cheeks shielding him from exposing everything to the world.

'So you did quite a number birdie, I don't think I'll actually have any clothes left next battle.'

What's left of Hawks’ wings ripple pleasantly against his back, as he props his chin atop of Dabi's beating heart, his exposed chest more distracting than ever, but definitely nice.

'Well I'm not any better off, hot stuff.'

Dabi snorts, 'Cmon, you've got like a million copies of those hero fits don't you? We don't all have a hero's budget.'

Theres something like amusement in his eyes as Hawks considers, 'Just show up to costume design with me then.'

'... what just like walk in with you?'

Hawks eyes’ cast over to his as he asks point-blank, 'You took out the hpsc didn't you?'

'...they may have gotten caught in the crossfire, I'm not keeping track'

Hawks nods good-naturedly, 'Right then, I don't see an issue.'

Dabi shakes his head in disbelief as Hawks affirms again, ‘Just throw some flames, I'm sure we can make it convincing'

Dabi’s hands comb through Hawks wings as he murmurs, ‘You're so out of hand, little bird’

‘Isn't that the point?’

Dabi hides a grin, ‘You're welcome by the way.'

Hawks exhales a laugh as he smothers a smile against Dabi's chest, 'You too. So when's the next fight?'

'Next month maybe?'