#dabihawksluva

-It was a flurry of feathers, limbs, and a few jumbled words as you both scrabbled for purchase.

'Oh, my God!—'

'Woah there, you too? I thought it was just me out here—'

-After evading the geese, you guys hit it off instantly. You fell for Keigo, not Hawks, which, made his heart melt. He felt as though you were a gentle landing, something to cradle him as the stress of putting on his persona and the HPSC fell away whenever he was with you.

-He adores your wings, how you could fly after him if you pleased, and how elegantly you wove through the air. It sharply contrasted his speed, and he'd say something like, 'We're really like yin-yang, huh, love?'

-However, he's one of the very few that understands your wing hassles—preening, getting the feathers wet, certain sleeping positions (say goodbye to sleeping on your back), and the general bulkiness of how large your wings are.

'Oh, sorry!'

'Watch out next time, your wings are huge!'

-Keigo loves it when you ride him during sex; he's got a great view, and both you guys' wings are free to flap, expand, etc etc without feeling uncomfortable.

'That's it, love, bounce on me, just like that, oh, wow...' His eyes are glittering with pleasure; his hands, his mouth travelling all over your body as you ride his cock.

(There's no need to feel shy about being on top of him; he's got you.)

-And the teasing with the feathers? He's panting and whimpering for you as you tease his inner thighs and abdomen.

-Doggy style and any sideways/bent position is great too.

-He eats you out from behind, bent over. Change my mind, I dare you—

OR

-You sit on the edge of a bed, a chair, SOMETHING, and he'll gladly sink to his knees and please you

-He definitely makes a feather vibrate against your clit as he pleases you—

-If your wings are folded, Keigo also likes to surprise you by unfurling his wings so they're in your peripherals as he hugs you from behind. The flash of crimson and the scent of his cologne is comforting as well.

-It's hilarious how he'll dramatically unfurl his wings, as if he thinks they'll make him look taller or something

(They definitely help with making him look intimidating, but height wise, no)

-You guys laugh together when people ask how you put shirts on

(Your shirts and jackets have slits in the back, like Keigo's do)

-You've accidentally smacked him with your wing, and vice versa 😅🤣

Some nights, you'd stay up for as long as you could, sketching out the people in your life that you kind of had a bond with. Not exactly friends, not enemies, but close enough that you'd look out for them.

There were countless pages in your sketchbook with sketches or little doodles.

Toga smiling, her eyes lit with a maniacal glee. Compress adjusting his hat. Twice laughing. Shigaraki sitting with his legs crossed, one foot over the opposite knee, his signature hands where they usually sat on his body. Kurogiri wiping a glass. Magne dancing.

You'd even drawn a stick figure portrait of all of them, standing side by side.

But Dabi took up most of your sketchbook.

A candid one where he was sitting back on a couch, his left foot resting on the opposite knee, conversing casually with Shiggy and Compress. One of him shrouded by his flames, looking absolutely deadly but so, so stunning. Another where he was resting his arms on the side of a chair, the main focal point being his hands—scarred, slim, but so dangerous and capable of unimaginable horrors.

But the little comments you'd write around the drawings were one reason why you hoped anyone would see your drawings.

'Cute.'

'Such nice hands!'

'Ahh, I love him!'

You'd probably change your name and flee the country if you could.

You'd set your pencils down and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack, your sketchbook closed on your desk.

Which unfortunately left your room open to Dabi, who was going around irritating everyone. And you were next, after Twice.

Dabi called your name, swinging open your bedroom door, and seeing your empty room. 'Hmm...' he murmured.

His eyes spied the sketchbook on your desk, along with the several sets of pencils you used to sketch.

He said nothing, only crossing over and gingerly flipping open the book, seeing a sketch of the League, laughing and talking around a fire.

He remembered that one; you all had been huddling in an alley, in pursuit of a lesser known Hero. And everyone else was cold that night.

His curiosity piqued as he flipped through the pages. Twice and Compress laughing. Toga's disguise melting away to show her smiling face.

Your art style was amazing, he noted. Realism, he'd heard it was called.

Dabi couldn't help but feel a sort of admiration for something you were clearly passionate about.

His heart skipped a beat when he flipped the next page.

It was a blown out sketch of him, his flames twining around his fingers, his head slightly tilted to the left as he appeared to be staring down someone. As if they were challenging him, but he'd gladly entertain them anyway before he'd end their life.

It cut off at the chest area, but the detail you put on his collarbones, chest, face and eyes wasn't unnoticed. His eyes—he shook his head.

How were you so talented?

And yet, you managed to make him look elegant.

The next one was of him getting a kiss on the cheek from you. Another of him sitting lazily in a chair, his hands in open view—veins and all.

The tiny words next to the one where he was getting a kiss caught his eyes. 'He's so silly'

Dabi scoffed. 'Alright then, keep saying that.'

There were also little hearts scribbled around the sketches too, making him roll his eyes playfully.

'Oof I love this man!'

Warmth creeps up his face as he closes the sketchbook, leaving your room how he found it.

And just in time, because he passed by you in the hall less than a minute later. 'Oh, hey, Dabi, what's up?'

'Nothing,' He chuckled, 'I just found the funniest thing. And it's quite cute too.'

Your eyebrow raised in question. 'Okay, and what's that, Dabi?'

Should he tell you outright?

Nah, that was too easy.

'The fact that you 'love me.'' He can't contain the laughter that erupts when your eyes widen. 'You—'

'And my hands—'

'Dabi!'

The idea of being taken away into a book never really left you, even as an adult, but everyone needed something to occupy their time, right?

The League's base wasn't the biggest space, but you had a little corner in one of the rooms. The walls were off white, and the floor was hard tile. You had found a spot where there was a soft, yet worn cashmere rug which you sat on to read.

Sometimes two chapters a day, sometimes you'd alternate between two books or more.

Every once in a while one of the other members would come in, either looking for something, or to just annoy you.

Depending on the situation, you'd give them your attention; setting the book down and chatting, or you'd pretend to be fully engrossed by hiding your face with the book.

You'd always had a good poker face, for a few reasons.

Except when it came to Dabi.

Poker face? That concept went out the window when you were around him.

While the fiery user was something of an enigma when you'd first met, you couldn't deny your attraction to him.

Sure, everyone would call you insane.

But those enticing eyes? His low, smooth voice? That confidence? His hands?

You'd grown to accept, eventually, that it would never happen. You were a spy for the League, nothing more.

And Quirkless.

As far as you were concerned, you looked like someone who could never possibly be working with the villains. Just another ally for their goal.

Unfortunately, you couldn't push your feelings away that easily, given that you're around Dabi and the League half the time.

And how many men looked like Dabi?

You flipped the page, eager to find out what would happen next after the last chapter's cliffhanger. This book was new, a copy you'd been wanting for months. The reviews and the money saved up was well worth it, and you couldn't wait—

The scraping of boots against the floor perked your ears.

You peered up, seeing Dabi's signature coat swishing as he approached you. His hands were clasped behind his head, his gait loose and easy.

Oh, he's hot.

Your face was burning as you pressed your lips together, your head down, trying to get immersed into the next chapter.

At least the book hid your face.

His voice was soft as he called your name. 'Whatcha readin' there, a smut scene?'

Your heart nearly stopped—

He knows about those types of—??

'No, thank you. Two people are having a fight—'

You cut off automatically as the book was neatly swept up into Dabi's fast hand. 'Dabi!'

He expertly kept you away with one hand on your shoulder, the other holding open the book as he read aloud, ''No, man, I'm saving that activity for when I see your mom later'**, that's what it is? Or—'

He snapped it shut, leaving it cracked with one finger on the page you read as he crouched to your level.

Like this, you could see his features clearly. The piercings on his nose, the shape of his collarbones, the way his cologne had a warm scent to it.

And the teasing look in his eyes as he unraveled your gaze instantly, his voice dropping lower, 'Are you thinking about me? You're so easily flustered when I'm around.'

What?! Oh, kill me now, you thought.

'So—so what? You interrupted my book, Dabi, I was busy with that!' You spluttered, 'Give it back!'

He easily maneuvered the book behind and in front of him, keeping it out of your hands as you tried to grab it. 'Missed me,' he chuckled when he swiped it out of your way, 'Missed me, missed me again!'

Why did he have to annoy you right now? Of all the people in the League, why not Twice or Shigaraki, for crying out loud.

'Ya know, it's a coincidence, isn't it, that you're always embarrassed around me, always hiding in your book.' Dabi went on, obviously milking your reaction.

He waved the book around, waiting for your response. At this point you'd given up trying to grab the book from him.

'Well, yeah, yeah, but...' You trailed off, trying to collect your dignity. He'd never let you live this down.

'Yeah?' Dabi teased, 'You like me? You couldn't be more obvious if you tried. But that's a relief, really, because...I like you too.'

Your eyes met his.

'What?' You whispered. 'You do?'

Dabi grinned, placing the book back in your hands. 'You're smart. And cute, really, especially when you read. But yeah, I like you, (name).'

You couldn't even think of anything to respond with when his lips brushed your cheek.

His mouth was soft, eliminating any assumptions you had about his lips being dry.

'Don't worry, I'll keep your secret, doll.' He whispered.

His footsteps sounded behind him as he walked out, winking at you one last time before leaving.

-There was one incident where you and Twice had a petty argument, leading to the older man storming the room. Dabi had to hint that you go after Twice and apologize.

'Someone should talk to him.'

'You could probably convince him.'

'No, someone named (your name), should. You go fix it, you caused it. I love you, babe, but jeez.'

He's shaking his head, grinning, wondering what he's gonna do with you 😅

- Another incident led to you being left out (not on purpose) because you and Spinner were going to a meeting together—and let's just say you didn't speak when you should've. And the higher up at the door, knew it. Spinner ended up going in, while you had to sit outside until it was over.

^(*Cough* Based off an incident that happened to me in junior high* cough*)

Cue Shigaraki cussing you out because you weren't briefed on the mission. And cue Dabi bailing you out of that one, too.

-He gives you advice on it, though.

'Yawn before speaking. You'll speak slower, and you'll sound more confident, too.'

'Why's that, Dabi?' /'I've seen that people who speak fast sound nervous, and they usually are.'

'Babe, you gotta learn how to read the room. Pay more attention to people; their facial expressions, their tone of voice, ya know? I'm surprised you've lasted this long.'

-Okay, his delivery could be better, but he really hopes you get the gist of what he's saying.

-Dabi starts small; he'll ask Compress to go with you to approach a group of villains you're acquainted with, after a meeting, and discuss anything interesting (solely to get more allies). Meanwhile he'll watch from afar to observe if anything's awry.

-You and Dabi go and meet with the other leaders, and all you have to do— being that you're with him— is observe and speak when it's needed. He'll stand next to you, just to make sure you're keeping up.

-Dabi loves you, he thinks you're great, but he would hate for something to happen to you simply because you misjudged a social cue.

-Don't think that he'll speak for you all the time, though. He wants you to be more comfortable, being that it's expected, and part of life.

But hopefully, this way, you could avoid more accidents down the line.

-Dabi is sure to let you know how lucky he feels to be with you—awkwardness and all.

-You're like this with the League, so he knows it's not just him.

-It's not till it's been a few months and he manages to get you to laugh, genuinely laugh, for the first time. And there, it's when he breaks.

-You guys bond over the mutual feeling of another villain trying to act tough around the LOV, or a hero trying to stand up to them and then getting wiped out. Irritation. Disgust.

-Slowly, you both share bits and pieces about yourselves. And it's like this that Dabi realizes you're one of the few people he respects.

-And, despite his initial wariness and judgement, you're a sweetheart. You just fell into the wrong path, but you're decent.

-You guys totally prank Shigaraki and Compress a few times, hiding behind corners and jumping out to scare them, switching out their accessories for a knockoff version, etc etc.

-Toga and Twice even join in, ganging up on them as well.

-Dabi can't believe the crazy ideas you have sometimes; he almost doubts that they can be pulled off.

-Sometimes you even say the most out of pocket stuff, and then everyone's laughing nonstop.

-But he's not complaining. He can't remember the last time he laughed this much.

'You really have no filter, huh, (your name)?'

-There have been a few times in battles where your out-of-the-box thinking and strategy saved them, or resulted in minimal damage.

-You do ease off a little bit if anyone acts annoyed, or says something about it.