#!hawks

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 ♡

Katsuki is fuming, jaws clenching and hands balled to a fist as his gaze slowly alternates between your worried expression and the guy with the shit-eating grin who caused all this. He’s about ready to pounce on the stranger, and he would’ve broken the guy’s face if it weren’t for you, your hands soothing his chest, and your puppy eyes pleading for him to calm down. “Katsuki, I’m not hurt, please don’t worry.” He couldn’t even remember what the guy said. All he knows is he left you alone briefly and came back to the sight of the guy chatting you up and playing with a lock of your hair even when you asked him to stop. It takes so much from Katsuki to even relax his stance but he doesn’t want you to worry. He fixes his eyes on you, expression mellowing down as he asks you, “you sure you’re okay—” “I barely touched her—” “fuck off before I change my mind”

𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈 ♡

He’s known as the guy who’s a tad bit too fast, and so, days off with Keigo aren’t rare. But there’s something about today feels extra comforting. It sure as hell isn’t the heat alone.

“What’s on your mind, pretty bird?” he asks, cheek leaning against his propped hand. “You’re not bored, are you?”

“Yes and no.” You chuckle, unable to miss how his brows furrowed at your answer. “I am bored but like… the good kind.”

He shoots up, head slightly tilting to the side as his expression turns into a half-kidding scowl. “Huh. Elaborate? And you don’t mean bored of me, do you?” He raises a brow, answer better, he probably thinks.

“A little— no, I’m kidding,” you’re quick to say before he got the chance to reply. “Well, bored as in the ‘it’s hot and I want to do something with you’ kind.

“Never the ‘bored of your company’ kind, baby,” you add.

“Good.” He smirks, relaxing his stance as he returns to his former position. “Well I’m bored too. Bored as in the ‘I love you, I’m bored, let’s be lazy together’ kind.”

It’s embarrassing how it never takes much for him to make your heart flutter. With him, all it takes is a phrase, a small gesture, a look. You couldn't understand what it is about him exactly that made you weak in the knees. He barely ever has to try. He sure as hell knows it, and he prides himself for it.

“And what a coincidence, I’m never bored of you either,” he adds, wearing a soft grin, again with the bare minimum—but still very much potent—attempt to woo you.

“What I had in mind was better but that works too,” you hum as you move closer to him, prompting him to scoot over to his side of the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist as he lets you nestle into his bare chest. A discovery you found some time ago, absolutely nothing compares to the sound of his sleepy voice drumming through his ribcage.

He rubs small circles on your shoulder before tilting your chin up, soft lips meeting yours as he pulls you into an open-mouthed kiss.

At the last second he pulls away, suddenly looking inquisitive. “What did you have in mind?”

“Something to do with the heat.”