Niji

Hawks had a habit of pushing his luck. It wasn’t anything new; Dabi had learned that very early into their relationship. The smug bird loved getting under his skin, loved pressing buttons, loved being a menace to society—and most importantly, loved tickling him at every opportunity.

And damn it, it was getting old.

Dabi could handle the teasing, the sarcasm, the cocky grins that Hawks tossed his way like candy. He could even handle the way Hawks seemed to revel in making him flustered in public. But the tickling? That was a whole different story.

It started small, just an occasional poke to his ribs when Hawks thought he was being too quiet. Then it evolved into full-blown attacks—fingers wiggling into his sides, nails grazing against his stomach, relentless digging into his underarms. Hawks was ruthless, and worst of all, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Dabi wasn’t ticklish in the obvious spots. No, his sensitivity was limited, but it was concentrated. Hawks had, unfortunately, discovered that Dabi’s lower ribs and his stomach were his worst weaknesses. The moment those damn feathers or fingers made contact? Dabi was a goner.

So, naturally, Hawks took full advantage of this.

He’d sneak up behind him, a single feather flicking against the spot just under his ribs, watching with glee as Dabi’s entire body jolted. He’d pretend to go in for a hug, only to squeeze his waist at the last second, causing Dabi to curse and squirm. He’d even team up with the wind, letting his feathers float and graze just over his sensitive spots, driving him absolutely insane.

Dabi swore he was going to murder that bird.

But not before he got his revenge.

Hawks had a problem.

That problem was named Dabi, and that problem was smirking at him in a way that made his stomach flip.

He didn’t like that look. That look meant trouble. That look meant—

“Hey, Birdie,” Dabi drawled, stepping closer, cracking his knuckles in a way that made Hawks’ wings instinctively twitch. “I think it’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.”

Oh no.

Hawks took a step back. “Uh, Dabi. Let’s talk about this.”

Dabi took another step forward, slow and deliberate. “Oh, I’m listening.”

“I—I mean, come on, it’s just a little harmless fun, right?” Hawks chuckled nervously, scanning for an escape route. “You always act so grumpy, I figured I’d help lighten the mood!”

“Uh-huh.” Dabi rolled his shoulders, flexing his fingers. “And I figure it’s time you experience some ‘harmless fun’ yourself.”

Hawks bolted.

Or, at least, he tried.

Before he could spread his wings and take off, Dabi lunged, grabbing onto his waist and yanking him down onto the couch with a triumphant grin. Hawks squawked, feathers puffing up in alarm as he kicked and flailed.

“D-Dabi, wait! WAIT! Let’s—ACK—talk about this!”

“Nah, I’m good.”

And then Dabi attacked.

His hands latched onto Hawks’ sides, fingers digging in, wiggling mercilessly. Hawks immediately exploded into frantic laughter, wings flapping wildly as he tried to twist away.

“D-DABI! NOHOHO—WAIT—HAHAHA!”

Dabi smirked, his grip firm as he dragged his fingers up and down Hawks’ torso, finding all the spots he suspected would be bad. He squeezed just above his hips and was rewarded with a high-pitched squeal.

“Oho, that’s a good spot,” Dabi mused, drilling his thumbs into the area.

Hawks screeched, twisting so hard that he nearly rolled off the couch, only for Dabi to grab him and pin him back down.

“W-WAIT! NOHOHO! DABI, Y-YOU AASSHAHA—” Hawks wheezed, his laughter turning breathless as he thrashed. His wings fluttered behind him, feathers twitching as if desperate to escape.

Dabi grinned. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”

He let his hands travel lower, squeezing Hawks’ thighs, running fingers down the inside where the muscle was soft and sensitive. Hawks outright screamed, arching his back, his legs jerking as he tried to kick at him.

“Sensitive here, huh?” Dabi teased, watching in delight as Hawks’ face turned an impressive shade of red.

“DAHAHAHABI! I—I CAHAHAN’T!” Hawks gasped, hands flying up to grab at Dabi’s wrists in a weak attempt to pry them away. Tears pricked the corners of his golden eyes, his cheeks flushed with laughter.

Dabi, however, had one last trick up his sleeve.

“You know,” he mused, slowing his attack just slightly, “I always see you keeping your back covered. Makes me wonder if you’re hiding something.”

Hawks barely had time to panic before he felt fingers graze along his spine.

He went absolutely ballistic.

“NOHOHOHO!” he shrieked, his entire body spasming as Dabi’s fingertips traced along his back. His wings were his pride and joy, but his back? His back was another story. His back was a weakness.

Dabi took full advantage, dragging his fingers in slow, torturous circles, watching with amusement as Hawks completely melted into the couch, reduced to helpless laughter.

“PlEAHAHAHASE!” Hawks cackled, kicking his legs, tears streaming down his face. “DABI—I CAHAHAHAN’T—”

Dabi hummed, pretending to think. “Oh, but you were totally fine tickling me every chance you got. Seems only fair, Birdie.”

Hawks could barely breathe, wheezing as his laughter turned silent, his body trembling under Dabi’s hands.

Dabi finally, finally relented, pulling back and watching as Hawks collapsed onto the cushions, chest heaving, face buried into the pillow. His wings lay sprawled out, twitching slightly as if still recovering from the assault.

“…You good?” Dabi asked, smirking.

Hawks groaned into the pillow. “I h-hate you.”

“Nah, you love me.”

“…Shut up.”

Dabi chuckled, settling back comfortably. “Admit it, Birdie. That was the best revenge.”

Hawks peeked up from the pillow, face still flushed, eyes still glassy. He narrowed his gaze, a flicker of mischief returning.

“…You know this means war, right?”

Dabi grinned. “Bring it.”

And so, the war of ticklish revenge continued, neither willing to surrender, both doomed to an endless cycle of laughter and playful torment.

And, honestly?

Dabi fucked up. And he knew he fucked up.

He didn’t mean to do it. Well, maybe a little. But in his defence, the chicken nuggets were right there, untouched and steaming, practically begging to be eaten. And how was he supposed to resist free food, especially when it was just sitting there, unattended, like some kind of offering from the heavens?

Except—

They weren’t just any nuggets. They were Hawks’ nuggets. And if there were two things you never messed with when it came to Hawks, it was his wings and his damn chicken.

Dabi realized his mistake the second he heard the sharp intake of breath from behind him. He had just swallowed the last nugget when the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

“Dabi,” Hawks said, voice eerily calm, which was ten times worse than if he’d just yelled.

Dabi turned slowly, licking his lips as if that would somehow erase the evidence. Hawks stood in the doorway, golden eyes glowing with something sinister. His usual cheerful demeanour was gone, replaced by a playful but threatening smirk.

Dabi gulped.

“Uh… hey, babe,” he started, attempting his usual smugness, but it came out a little weaker than intended. “Didn’t see you there.”

Hawks took a single step forward, and Dabi bolted.

—

Now, here he was, ducked behind a couch in their shared apartment, holding his breath as Hawks slowly, methodically, stalked the space. The sound of feathers brushing against each other filled the air, a soft rustling that sent a shiver down Dabi’s spine.

It wasn’t fair. Any other person would be getting their ass kicked right now, but Dabi got a boyfriend pass—meaning Hawks had something far worse planned.

Tickles.

Dabi hated tickling.

Not in the way people normally hated it. No, he hated it because he liked it, and Hawks knew.

“Dabi,” Hawks crooned, the singsong lilt in his voice making Dabi’s stomach flip. “You can’t hide forever.”

Dabi pressed himself further against the back of the couch, hoping—praying—that Hawks would lose interest. Maybe he’d get distracted by something. Maybe a villain attack would save him. Maybe—

A red feather snuck around the edge of the couch, brushing against his ear.

Dabi smacked it away with a choked yelp. Shit.

“Gotcha.”

Before Dabi could react, Hawks was on him, tackling him to the floor in a blur of golden hair and sharp laughter. Dabi thrashed, twisting onto his back, but it was useless. Hawks had him pinned, straddling his waist, wings fanned out behind him like a victorious predator.

“No—wait, wait, let’s talk about this—”

“Talk? Oh, no, no, no,” Hawks cooed, dragging a single feather down Dabi’s side, making him jolt. “You ate my nuggets, and now you’re gonna pay.”

Dabi clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still. He would not give Hawks the satisfaction.

Hawks tilted his head, amused. “You’re holding out, huh?” He leaned down, lips brushing against Dabi’s ear. “That just makes it more fun.”

With that, he let his fingers loose, skittering across Dabi’s ribs like a spider. The reaction was instant. Dabi jerked, a strangled sound leaving his throat as he tried to twist away, but Hawks was relentless.

“Keigo—”

“What was that?” Hawks asked, all innocence as he dipped his hands lower, kneading into Dabi’s waist.

Dabi’s body betrayed him, a startled giggle breaking free before he could stop it. Damn it.

Hawks grinned. “Oh, I love that sound.”

“Shut up—!”

“You’re so cute when you laugh, y’know that?” Hawks teased, his fingers moving up to dig into Dabi’s ribs again. Dabi arched with a sharp gasp, hands flying to grab Hawks’ wrists. But Hawks was faster, his feathers flicking out to nudge Dabi’s arms back down.

“No cheating,” Hawks scolded. “You will take your punishment like a man.”

Dabi twisted violently, but it was no use. Hawks knew every weak spot, every sensitive place that made him squirm.

And then—then—Hawks did the worst thing he could possibly do.

He aimed for his stomach.

“No, don’t—shit!” Dabi exploded into laughter as Hawks scribbled mercilessly at his abs, thumbs digging into the softest parts. He bucked, legs kicking, but Hawks only giggled at his struggling.

“You’re such a hypocrite,” Hawks said over his laughter. “You love making me a mess, but look at you now.”

“Fuhuhuhuck y-you—!” Dabi gasped between uncontrollable giggles, his face burning.

“Oh? Say that again?” Hawks teased, slipping his hands under Dabi’s shirt to drag his nails over bare skin.

Dabi practically screamed.

His laughter turned wild, body thrashing as Hawks took his time, lazily exploring his every ticklish inch. His stomach, his ribs, the spot just under his arms that made him jerk every time Hawks grazed it.

Dabi’s laughter broke into breathless wheezes, his strength rapidly leaving him. Hawks must’ve noticed, because he finally, finally slowed, fingers softening into gentle, absentminded strokes.

Dabi lay there, gasping, his body twitching with residual giggles. He hated how weak he felt, how easily Hawks could reduce him to this.

Hawks leaned down, nuzzling against Dabi’s cheek. “That was fun.”

Dabi groaned. “You’re a menace.”

“And you’re adorable,” Hawks said smugly. “I should do this more often.”

Dabi cracked open one eye, glaring. “Don’t even think about it.”

Hawks only smirked. “Then don’t eat my chicken nuggets.”

Dabi groaned again, throwing an arm over his face. “Worth it.”

The dimly lit room was warmed by the faint crackling of Dabi’s blue flames in the fireplace. Outside, the autumn wind howled, rustling the leaves that scattered the streets. Halloween was in full swing, and the sound of distant laughter and cheerful screams filtered through the cracked window.

Hawks was sprawled out on the couch, his wings draped lazily over the armrests, his golden eyes glinting with excitement. He held up a cheap plastic pumpkin bucket, waving it in Dabi’s direction like it was a treasure.

“Come on, Dabs! It’s Halloween! We have to go Trick-or-Treating!” Hawks chirped, his voice carrying a sing-song quality.

Dabi, perched in his usual chair with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, rolled his eyes. “You’re a grown man with wings, birdbrain. You can fly to any candy store you want. Why would we need to beg for it like kids?”

Hawks pouted, his lower lip sticking out dramatically. “It’s not about the candy. It’s the experience! Dressing up, going door to door, feeling the thrill of wondering if the next house is handing out full-sized chocolate bars or toothpaste! Don’t tell me you don’t find that exciting.”

“I don’t,” Dabi deadpanned, taking a long drag of his cigarette. “Besides, I’m already scary enough. If I show up at some kid’s door, they’ll call the cops, not hand me candy.”

Hawks flopped back against the couch with a groan. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, twirling a feather between his fingers as he pretended to sulk. But an impish glint flickered in his eyes, and Dabi, ever perceptive, caught it.

“What are you plotting now?” Dabi asked suspiciously, narrowing his mismatched eyes.

“Nothing, nothing,” Hawks replied, a little too quickly. “Just thinking how tragic it is that you don’t want to participate in the magic of Halloween.”

Dabi snorted, clearly unimpressed. “Nice try, chicken. Whatever you’re scheming, it’s not going to work.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Hawks said, his voice dropping into a playful lilt. He sprang up from the couch, wings stretching behind him as he sauntered over to Dabi’s chair.

Before Dabi could react, Hawks pounced, his hands darting to Dabi’s sides with a precision that only someone with years of aerial training could muster.

“Trick-or-Treat!” Hawks exclaimed, wiggling his fingers against Dabi’s ribs.

Dabi’s body jerked in surprise, a startled grunt escaping him as he instinctively swatted at Hawks’ hands. “Hawks, what the hell are you—”

But the bird hero was relentless. His fingers danced over Dabi’s sides, seeking out every vulnerable spot with glee. Dabi twisted in his chair, trying to evade the attack, but Hawks was faster.

“Stop that!” Dabi growled, his voice losing some of its edge as an involuntary chuckle broke through.

“Oh no, Dabi,” Hawks teased, his grin widening. “You don’t get to sit out of Halloween that easily. If you won’t Trick-or-Treat with me, I’ll bring the Trick-or-Treat to you!”

Dabi’s laugh was low and rough, spilling out despite his best efforts to stifle it. His cigarette fell from his fingers as he squirmed under Hawks’ persistent assault.

“Hawks, I’m warning you,” Dabi said, though his words lacked any real menace.

“Warning me about what? You can’t even catch me!” Hawks taunted, moving his hands to Dabi’s stomach and earning a sharp intake of breath.

“Damn it, stop!” Dabi barked, his laughter breaking through in uneven bursts. He tried to grab Hawks’ wrists, but the hero’s wings gave him the advantage, propelling him just out of reach whenever Dabi made a move.

Hawks grinned, his cheeks flushed with the thrill of victory. “Wow, you’re ticklish here too? Good to know,” he said, filing the information away for future use.

“I’ll burn you, birdbrain,” Dabi threatened weakly, though the bright blue flames licking at his hands never ignited fully.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Hawks replied smugly. “You like me too much.”

Dabi grumbled something unintelligible, his laughter tapering off as Hawks finally relented, letting him catch his breath.

“You’re a menace,” Dabi muttered, glaring half-heartedly at Hawks.

“And you love it,” Hawks shot back, plopping himself into Dabi’s lap like a smug cat. His wings folded around them, creating a cocoon of warmth.

Dabi sighed, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. “I still don’t see why you care so much about this Trick-or-Treat nonsense.”

Hawks leaned in, resting his forehead against Dabi’s. “It’s not nonsense to me. I just... I like the idea of doing something silly and fun with you. You don’t have to enjoy Halloween, but I enjoy spending it with you.”

Dabi’s expression softened, his usual smirk replaced by something gentler. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,” Hawks said, pressing a quick kiss to Dabi’s cheek.

Dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push him away. “Fine. I’ll go Trick-or-Treating with you. But I’m not dressing up.”

Hawks gasped, his eyes lighting up. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dabi grumbled. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

Hawks beamed, practically vibrating with excitement. “You won’t! I promise!”

It was a quiet evening in their shared apartment. The low hum of the television buzzed in the background, casting soft, flickering light across the room. Dabi was sprawled out on the couch, his head resting lazily against the armrest, while Hawks perched on the backrest like the bird he was often compared to. His crimson wings were folded neatly behind him, though they twitched occasionally as his sharp eyes focused on his boyfriend.

Dabi wore his usual patchwork of black clothing, with his chest exposed. The staples glinted in the soft light, catching Hawks' attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t the first time Hawks had been mesmerized by them. There was something about the metallic sheen that triggered a deep, primal fascination within him—a bird's love for shiny objects.

Dabi, ever perceptive, caught the way Hawks' gaze lingered. "You're staring again," he drawled, his voice low and teasing.

Hawks blinked, a flush creeping up his neck. "Can you blame me? They’re shiny. And they’re on you, which makes them even better."

Dabi smirked, shifting slightly to sit up. "You’ve got a weird obsession, birdie."

Hawks’ wings flared slightly, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he hopped down from the couch backrest and plopped himself beside Dabi, his hand reaching out instinctively. "You don’t mind if I..." he trailed off, fingers already ghosting over the cool metal on Dabi’s chest.

Dabi arched a brow but didn’t stop him. "Knock yourself out. Just don’t break them. They’re kind of holding me together."

Hawks chuckled, his fingers tracing one of the staples lightly. The sensation was odd—smooth and cold against his fingertips. "Do they hurt?" he asked softly, his voice losing its usual playful edge.

"Not really," Dabi replied, his tone casual. "Sometimes they itch, and the skin around them gets sensitive, but pain? Nah. I’m used to worse."

Hawks hummed, his curiosity piqued. "Sensitive, huh?" His fingers danced lower, hovering near the staples on Dabi’s abdomen. He paused, his eyes flicking up to meet Dabi’s. "Mind if I test something?"

Dabi’s smirk faltered for a moment, suspicion creeping into his expression. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing bad," Hawks promised, his grin mischievous. "Just an experiment."

Before Dabi could protest, Hawks’ fingers gently brushed over the staples on his belly. The reaction was immediate. Dabi’s muscles tensed, and he let out a startled noise—half a laugh, half a gasp. His hand shot out to grab Hawks’ wrist, but Hawks was faster, pulling back with a triumphant laugh.

"Oh, that’s interesting," Hawks said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Don’t you dare," Dabi warned, his voice low and threatening, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

Hawks’ grin widened. "Sensitive, huh?" he teased, his fingers darting forward to poke at another staple.

Dabi jerked, a surprised laugh escaping his lips. "Hawks! Cut it out!"

"No way," Hawks said, clearly enjoying himself. "This is too good to pass up. Who knew the big, bad Dabi had a ticklish spot?"

"I’ll kill you," Dabi growled, though the threat lost its weight as another giggle slipped out when Hawks’ fingers brushed over the staples again. The skin around them was ridiculously sensitive, and Hawks was exploiting that knowledge with glee.

"You could try," Hawks quipped, his hands now fully exploring. He traced each staple carefully, watching as Dabi squirmed beneath him. "But you’d have to catch me first."

Dabi’s hands lashed out, trying to grab Hawks and put an end to his torment, but the bird was too quick. He ducked and weaved, his wings flaring to keep him balanced as he continued his playful assault. His fingers danced over Dabi’s stomach, drawing out breathless laughter that Dabi couldn’t suppress.

"You’re gonna regret this," Dabi managed between laughs, his voice losing its usual gruff edge.

"Doubt it," Hawks shot back, his own laughter bubbling up as he watched Dabi squirm. "You’re kind of cute like this."

"Cute?" Dabi’s voice was incredulous, though it cracked with another laugh as Hawks’ fingers found an especially sensitive spot near his ribs.

"Adorably ticklish," Hawks clarified, his grin widening. "Who would’ve thought?"

Dabi’s hands finally found purchase on Hawks’ wrists, yanking him down onto the couch. "You’ve got a death wish, birdie," he growled, though the effect was ruined by the lingering smile on his lips.

Hawks’ wings flapped wildly as he tried to escape, but Dabi pinned him down, his weight effectively trapping the smaller man. "Oh, come on! It was just a little tickling!"

Dabi leaned in close, his smirk returning. "Let’s see how you like it," he said, his hands darting to Hawks’ sides. He attacked with precision, his fingers finding the sensitive spots he’d memorized from past encounters.

Hawks shrieked, his laughter filling the room as he thrashed beneath Dabi. "Dabi! Wait! Mercy!" he gasped, his wings flapping uselessly against the couch.

"Mercy?" Dabi repeated, his tone mocking. "I thought you were having fun."

"I was! I mean, I am! But—" Hawks dissolved into another fit of laughter as Dabi’s fingers found the base of his wings, one of his most ticklish spots.

The two of them wrestled on the couch, their laughter mingling and filling the apartment. Eventually, they collapsed in a heap, both of them breathless and grinning like idiots. Hawks’ wings draped over the side of the couch, while Dabi’s head rested on his chest.

"You’re a menace," Dabi muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words.

"Takes one to know one," Hawks replied, his fingers idly tracing the staples on Dabi’s chest again. "Still love these, though."

Dabi huffed a laugh, his hand coming up to rest over Hawks’. "You’re lucky I put up with you."

"And you’re lucky I’m so fascinated by you," Hawks shot back, pressing a quick kiss to Dabi’s temple. "Even if you are ridiculously ticklish."

Dabi groaned, burying his face in Hawks’ shoulder. "You’re never letting that go, are you?"

"Not a chance," Hawks said, his grin audible in his voice. "It’s too good."

It was a rare evening of downtime for the League of Villains. The dimly lit common room was alive with an unusual buzz of energy. Toga sprawled across the couch, flipping a knife in her hand with casual ease. Twice argued with himself over which game to play, his voice oscillating between agreement and dissent, while Shigaraki sat cross-legged on the floor, disinterestedly scrolling through his phone. Dabi and Hawks occupied the loveseat in the corner, their dynamic catching more attention than the chaos around them.

Hawks, ever the social butterfly, had seamlessly integrated himself into the group despite their differing philosophies. He sat with one wing draped lazily over the back of the couch, his golden eyes glinting with mischief as he shuffled a deck of cards. Dabi lounged beside him, his signature smirk plastered across his face, blue eyes glittering with an unspoken promise of trouble.

“Alright,” Hawks announced, spreading the cards in a fan. “Who’s ready to lose to me?”

“Big talk, birdbrain,” Toga chimed in, flipping onto her stomach. “Let’s see if you can back it up.”

“Oh, he’ll back it up,” Dabi interjected smoothly, leaning into Hawks’ space. “But not with cards. Probably with bad jokes and some awkward flirting.”

Hawks’ feathers bristled slightly, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Hey! My jokes are great, and my flirting is top-notch. Just ask anyone.”

“Oh, I know,” Dabi drawled, voice low enough for only Hawks to hear. “You’ve been practicing on me for weeks.”

The pink deepened on Hawks’ face, and he stuttered a reply that only made Dabi chuckle. Toga tilted her head, catching the exchange and grinning like a cat with cream.

“What’s that, Hawks?” she teased. “Getting flustered already? We haven’t even started the game.”

Twice, overhearing, chimed in, “I bet he’s blushing! No, he’s not. Yes, he is!”

“I am not—” Hawks began, but Dabi’s hand landed on his thigh, squeezing just enough to make him choke on his words. His blush deepened as he swatted at Dabi’s arm.

“Cut it out,” he muttered, glaring at his boyfriend, who looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“What? Can’t take the heat, pretty bird?” Dabi’s voice was laced with mockery, and Hawks knew he was enjoying this far too much.

The game started with a simple round of poker, and Hawks quickly regained his composure, winning hand after hand. But Dabi’s antics didn’t stop. He found every opportunity to lean into Hawks, whisper teasing comments or tap his foot against Hawks’ under the table. By the time the third game rolled around, Hawks was visibly tense, though his smile stayed intact.

“What’s wrong, birdie?” Dabi asked, his voice dripping with false innocence. “You’re usually so smooth. Something distracting you?”

Hawks narrowed his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips despite his flustered state. “Oh, you’re going to regret that, hothead.”

Dabi arched a brow. “Oh yeah? What are you gonna do?”

Hawks didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he waited for the perfect moment. As Dabi leaned forward to grab a card from the deck, Hawks struck. His fingers darted to Dabi’s ribs, pressing into the sensitive spots just below the fabric of his shirt.

Dabi froze, his smirk faltering for a split second before he burst out laughing, a sound so rare that it caught everyone’s attention.

“No, no, no, stop—” Dabi’s voice cracked as Hawks continued his assault, fingers moving with practiced precision. The usually composed villain squirmed, trying to bat Hawks’ hands away, but the hero was relentless.

“What was that?” Hawks teased, grinning ear to ear. “You want me to stop? Didn’t sound like it.”

“H-Hawks, I swear to—” Dabi’s threat dissolved into laughter as Hawks moved to his sides, exploiting every weak spot he could find. His wings flared slightly as he leaned into the attack, fully aware of their audience.

Toga clapped her hands, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh my gosh, Dabi’s ticklish? This is the best day ever!”

Twice added, “I knew it! No, I didn’t. Yes, I did!”

Even Shigaraki looked up from his phone, his lips twitching as though he were fighting a smirk.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Dabi managed between gasps of laughter, his cheeks tinged pink as he tried to twist away. But Hawks had the advantage, his nimble fingers dancing across Dabi’s torso with practiced ease.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Hawks replied, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “This is payback for all the times you’ve embarrassed me. How’s it feel, huh?”

Dabi’s reply was lost in another burst of laughter as Hawks found a particularly sensitive spot just above his hip. He doubled over, half-pleading and half-laughing as Hawks showed no mercy.

“You’re killing me,” Dabi wheezed, his voice hoarse but tinged with amusement. “Okay, okay, I give—just stop!”

Hawks finally relented, sitting back with a triumphant grin as Dabi slumped against the couch, trying to catch his breath. His hair was a mess, and his usual cocky demeanour was nowhere to be found.

“That,” Hawks declared, pointing a finger at him, “is what you get for messing with me.”

Toga leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “You should do that more often, Hawks. Dabi’s laugh is adorable!”

Dabi shot her a glare, though it lacked his usual venom. “Say that again, and I’ll set your knives on fire.”

“Aw, someone’s grumpy,” she teased, sticking her tongue out.

“You’re dead, Hawks,” Dabi muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. Despite his threats, there was a glimmer of something softer in his gaze as he looked at the winged hero.

“Worth it,” Hawks replied, leaning back with a satisfied sigh. “Totally worth it.”

The rest of the League erupted into chatter, debating whether Dabi’s newfound vulnerability could be exploited in future games. Hawks, meanwhile, rested his hand on Dabi’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“No hard feelings, right?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

Dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered.

Hawks’ grin widened, and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to Dabi’s temple. “Right back at you, hothead.”

Dabi and Hawks were sprawled out on the bed in their shared apartment, a rare quiet evening granting them a moment of solace. The room was dimly lit by the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Hawks lay with his head on Dabi’s chest, the steady rhythm of his partner’s heartbeat calming him like a lullaby.

Dabi, ever the cynic, rested his arm lazily around Hawks' back, his other hand scrolling aimlessly on his phone. The warmth of Hawks against him was a comfort he’d never admit he craved.

Hawks shifted slightly, nuzzling his face into Dabi’s chest. His golden eyes flickered upward, studying the pale, scarred skin peeking out from Dabi’s half-buttoned shirt. To Dabi, the scars were just reminders of the pain he’d endured—discoloured patches of purple and faint blue, stretching like marred constellations across his body. But to Hawks, they were beautiful.

“Hey,” Hawks murmured, his voice soft and drowsy.

Dabi hummed in response, not looking up from his phone.

“I love your scars,” Hawks said, his voice filled with genuine affection.

That got Dabi’s attention. He glanced down, one brow quirking in surprise. “You what?”

“I love your scars,” Hawks repeated, propping himself up slightly so he could look at Dabi more directly. His wings ruffled behind him, feathers shifting as he adjusted. “They’re... mesmerizing.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, though a faint blush crept up his neck. “They’re ugly. Don’t try to romanticize them.”

Hawks shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “You don’t see them the way I do.” He reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing against one of the larger scars on Dabi’s collarbone. “You see purple, right?”

“Yeah. Just purple,” Dabi muttered, his gaze flickering to where Hawks’ fingers trailed.

“Well, I see way more than that.” Hawks’ voice grew softer, more reverent. “Because of the way my eyes work, I can see shades and patterns most people can’t. Your scars... they’re not just purple. They’re all shades of it—lavender, violet, plum—and even blue. There are spirals and streaks in them, like waves in an ocean or veins in marble.”

Dabi stared at him, caught between disbelief and intrigue. “You’re serious?”

“Completely,” Hawks said with a grin. He settled back down, resting his cheek against Dabi’s chest again. “Here, let me show you.”

With featherlight touches, Hawks began tracing the patterns only he could see. His fingers glided along the edges of one scar, following its path like a map. To Dabi, it was a strange sensation—intimate, almost too much. But he didn’t pull away.

As Hawks continued, his touch inadvertently tickled. Dabi twitched, a sharp exhale escaping him.

“Careful, birdie,” Dabi warned, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

“What?” Hawks asked innocently, though his fingers didn’t stop moving. “Am I tickling you?”

Dabi narrowed his eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”

But Hawks was already grinning mischievously. “I wasn’t thinking about it,” he lied. “I was just admiring the art.”

He traced another spiral, this time with a deliberate lightness, just to test Dabi’s reaction. Sure enough, Dabi flinched, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Hawks—”

“Dabi,” Hawks teased back, his grin widening. He shifted slightly, one wing brushing against Dabi’s side as he leaned in to trace another pattern along Dabi’s ribs.

The reaction was instantaneous. Dabi jolted, a sharp bark of laughter escaping before he could clamp his lips shut. His phone tumbled out of his hand and onto the bed as he tried to squirm away.

“Stop!” he demanded, though there was no real venom in his tone.

Hawks laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Stop? But I’m just getting started.”

His fingers danced along Dabi’s ribs, tracing the scars with maddening precision. The more Dabi tried to hold back, the harder it became. His laughter broke free in uncontrollable bursts, raspy and raw, a sound Hawks rarely got to hear.

“H-Hawks, I’m gonna kill you!” Dabi managed between gasps, his body twisting as he tried to evade the assault.

“You’d miss me too much,” Hawks shot back, his hands now skittering down to Dabi’s stomach, where more scars awaited. “And besides, you can’t deny you’re having fun.”

Dabi didn’t respond—he couldn’t. Hawks’ relentless tickling had him in fits, his head thrown back against the pillow as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

“You’re so stubborn,” Hawks said, his tone playful as he paused for a moment to let Dabi catch his breath. “Just admit it—you love this.”

Dabi glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the flush on his cheeks and the lingering smile tugging at his lips. “I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” Hawks leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Dabi’s forehead. “Now, where was I?”

“Hawks, don’t you dare—”

But Hawks was already at it again, this time targeting the scar that stretched along Dabi’s side. He followed its jagged path with his fingertips, delighting in the way Dabi squirmed beneath him.

Dabi’s laughter was louder now, less restrained, and Hawks couldn’t help but laugh along with him. It was rare to see Dabi so unguarded, so free of the weight he usually carried. In this moment, he wasn’t the scarred villain or the hardened fighter—he was just Dabi, the man Hawks loved.

After what felt like an eternity, Hawks finally relented, flopping back onto the bed beside Dabi. Both of them were breathless, their chests heaving as they tried to recover.

“You’re the worst,” Dabi muttered, though the small smile on his lips betrayed him.

“And you’re adorable when you laugh,” Hawks replied, throwing an arm over Dabi’s chest.

Dabi rolled his eyes but didn’t push him away. Instead, he let out a contented sigh, his hand coming up to rest on Hawks’ back. The warmth between them was tangible, a quiet reassurance that, despite everything, they had each other.

“Do you really see all those colours in my scars?” Dabi asked after a moment, his voice quieter now.

“I do,” Hawks said, his tone sincere. “And they’re beautiful, just like the rest of you.”

Dabi didn’t respond, but Hawks could feel the way his partner’s body relaxed against him, the way his hand tightened slightly on Hawks’ back. It was enough.

Hawks stretched lazily on the couch, golden eyes flickering with mischief as he glanced at his boyfriend. Dabi was perched on the armchair nearby, his usual scowl softened by the dim, warm light of their apartment. The contrast between the flickering blue of his flames and the soft glow of the lamp created a serene atmosphere, one that Hawks had come to cherish.

Still, serenity wasn’t exactly Hawks’ style. He’d had a plan brewing all day—a little idea that made him smirk to himself every time it crossed his mind. Dabi was always so stoic, so cool and collected. Hawks had decided that today was the day he would crack that impenetrable facade and make Dabi blush.

"You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes," Dabi muttered without looking up, his gravelly voice breaking the silence. "What’s on your mind, birdie?"

Hawks’ grin widened as he slid off the couch, his movements fluid and catlike. He walked over to Dabi with an exaggerated air of nonchalance, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Oh, nothing much. Just admiring how ridiculously handsome my boyfriend is. Is that a crime?”

Dabi snorted, his lips quirking upward in the faintest hint of a smile. "Flattery’s not gonna get you out of whatever trouble you’re about to cause."

Hawks chuckled, circling behind the armchair. He leaned down, resting his chin on Dabi’s shoulder, his breath warm against the scarred skin. "Who says I’m gonna cause trouble? Can’t a guy just...spoil his boyfriend a little?"

Dabi turned his head slightly to glance at Hawks, one eyebrow raised. "You? Spoil me? Sounds suspicious."

“Suspicious?” Hawks gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “You wound me, babe.” Before Dabi could retort, Hawks pressed a light kiss to the corner of his jaw. The unexpected gesture made Dabi’s shoulders tense, and Hawks felt a surge of satisfaction. Perfect.

“What are you—” Dabi started, but Hawks cut him off by trailing another kiss just behind his ear, letting his lips linger against the sensitive skin. The way Dabi’s breath hitched was subtle, but Hawks didn’t miss it.

“Relax,” Hawks murmured, his voice low and teasing. He let his fingers brush against the back of Dabi’s neck, feather-light, before tracing the line of his collarbone. “You’re always so tense. Let me take care of you for once.”

“You’re being weird,” Dabi muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, and Hawks noticed a faint blush creeping up his neck.

Bingo.

Hawks smirked, trailing his fingers up to Dabi’s neck again, this time with a little more intent. His nails grazed the skin gently, and he could feel Dabi’s muscles twitch beneath his touch. "Weird, huh? You sure about that?"

“Hawks,” Dabi warned, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying him.

“What?” Hawks asked innocently, his fingers now exploring the sensitive spot just behind Dabi’s ear. He let his lips follow, brushing soft kisses there while his free hand slipped down to ghost over Dabi’s ribs. The reaction was immediate—Dabi jerked, his body tensing as a strangled noise escaped him.

“Don’t,” Dabi growled, but the blush on his cheeks deepened. His attempt to sound threatening only made Hawks laugh.

“Oh, I’m definitely doing this now,” Hawks said with a wicked grin. He shifted so he was half-sitting on the armrest, one hand firmly planted on Dabi’s shoulder to keep him in place. His other hand resumed its playful attack, fingers skimming lightly over Dabi’s ribs and neck.

Dabi squirmed, a rare sight that filled Hawks with a mischievous glee. "Hawks, I swear to—"

“Swear to what?” Hawks interrupted, leaning in to nip at Dabi’s ear. “You’re not exactly in a position to make threats, babe.”

A muffled laugh slipped out of Dabi before he could stop it, and Hawks’ eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh my god," Hawks said, staring at him in mock disbelief. "Did you just laugh? Dabi, the human embodiment of angst, actually laughed?"

“Shut up,” Dabi muttered, his face now fully red. He tried to shove Hawks away, but his half-hearted efforts were no match for Hawks’ determination.

“Nope, too late,” Hawks teased, his fingers now dancing along Dabi’s sides with precision. He knew he’d found the sweet spot when Dabi twisted in his seat, a strangled laugh escaping him. “You’re ticklish. This is the best day of my life.”

“You’re dead,” Dabi managed between breathless chuckles, his voice lacking any real menace. He’d never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet...it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Annoying? Absolutely. But there was something about the way Hawks was looking at him—all warm and adoring—that made it hard to stay mad.

“Dead from cuteness overload, maybe,” Hawks quipped. He leaned down again, this time pressing a series of light, fluttering kisses along Dabi’s neck. The combination of soft lips and teasing fingers was too much, and Dabi’s laughter spilled out, unrestrained and genuine.

“Okay, okay, stop,” Dabi gasped, his voice hoarse from laughing. He was practically melting into the chair now, his usual composure completely shattered.

Hawks finally relented, though his grin remained as he perched on the armrest, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. "You’re adorable when you laugh, you know that?" he said, brushing a stray lock of black hair out of Dabi’s face.

Dabi scowled at him, though the effect was ruined by the lingering blush on his cheeks. "You’re insufferable."

“And yet, you love me,” Hawks said, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.

Dabi huffed, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed Hawks by the wrist, pulling him down into his lap with a surprising gentleness. Hawks blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he quickly relaxed, wrapping his arms around Dabi’s neck.

“You’re lucky I put up with you,” Dabi muttered, his voice soft.

Hawks chuckled, resting his forehead against Dabi’s. "Admit it, you had fun."

Dabi didn’t respond, but the ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. Hawks took that as a victory, snuggling closer as the warmth of Dabi’s flames enveloped them both. For once, the world outside didn’t matter. It was just the two of them, tangled together in a moment of quiet intimacy, their laughter still echoing in the air.

It had been a long day for Hawks. The weight of his duties had worn him down, leaving him eager to return home to his husband, Dabi. They’d been married for some time now, and while their relationship was rooted in love, there was always room for a little mischief—especially when it came to Dabi’s particular brand of humour.

Hawks had never known a love so intense, yet so mischievous. Dabi was a master of surprises, and it often kept Hawks on his toes. The two had built a life together, filled with shared moments, laughter, and a fair amount of teasing. Hawks had learned to expect the unexpected, but tonight… tonight would be different.

Dabi had been planning something, and Hawks could already feel the tension in the air. The small, subtle signs that something was amiss, the tiny shifts in Dabi's usual demeanour. It wasn’t a new feeling; it was something he had learned to recognize over time. When Dabi was in one of his "moods," the world was about to get a lot more chaotic, and not in a way that Hawks would enjoy.

The door creaked open as Hawks stepped into their shared home, his tired eyes scanning the room. He expected to hear the usual greeting from Dabi—something snarky or sarcastic, or perhaps a lazy “Hey, bird.” But there was silence. An eerie silence that sent a chill running down Hawks' spine.

"Dabi?" he called out softly, kicking his shoes off by the door. He made his way further into the house, trying to ignore the odd sensation that something was wrong. The air felt heavier than usual, thick with an unsettling stillness. He ran his fingers through his golden feathers, sensing the tension in his muscles.

"Dabi, are you here?" He felt like a fool for asking—of course, Dabi was here. It was his damn house. But the silence only deepened his suspicion.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flicker of movement—something small, skittering across the floor in the dim light.

His breath hitched.

It was a cat. A black one.

Hawks froze, his wings instinctively bristling as he took a step back. He hated cats. He couldn’t help it. Something about them, the way they slink around, always felt predatory to him. He was part bird, and birds had a deep-rooted instinct to fear predators. Cats were one of those predators.

He swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. What the hell was Dabi doing with a cat?

“Dabi…” Hawks’ voice trembled just slightly. “What is this?”

The house remained silent. Too silent.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the cat darted out of sight, disappearing into the shadows like a ghost. The hairs on the back of Hawks’ neck stood up. Something wasn’t right.

“Dabi, stop playing games,” Hawks called out, his voice steadier than he felt. He felt his wings twitch behind him, a nervous fluttering that he couldn't control. This wasn’t normal, not even for Dabi.

But when he turned to leave the room, something unexpected happened. A sharp sound, like the scraping of metal against the floor, echoed in the house. The unmistakable sound of a needle being dragged along the wood. Hawks froze. His heart skipped a beat.

No.

Dabi knew his fears, too well. And needles—needles were the one thing that could send him into a panic, make his whole body seize up. He had never been able to tolerate them, not even in the slightest. The fear was deeply ingrained in him, a holdover from years of trauma, and Dabi knew this. He knew it well.

“Dabi,” Hawks whispered, barely able to speak through the tightening in his chest. “Please. Not this.”

But there was no answer, only the slow, deliberate scrape of the needle.

Hawks had to do something. He wasn’t going to let Dabi push him like this, not again. He had faced far worse over the years, but something about this… the cat, the needles, the silence—this felt like a trap. He steeled himself, taking slow, careful steps toward the source of the sound.

As he moved deeper into the house, he caught sight of more shadows shifting—more movement that didn't quite make sense. It was as if the walls were closing in on him, and the quiet only added to the mounting sense of dread.

Then, out of nowhere, the lights went out completely.

“Dabi!” Hawks shouted, panic lacing his voice as he swung his wings behind him, preparing to take flight, to escape this feeling of suffocation. But before he could take off, a soft, melodic purring echoed from the darkness, followed by a sharp, sudden noise.

The unmistakable sound of something sharp scraping against metal.

And then, from the blackened shadows, came Dabi’s voice—low, mocking, and filled with amusement.

“You should’ve seen your face, Hawks. You’re so predictable.”

Hawks froze, his heart racing. It was too much. His wings twitched violently, his feathers bristling in a mix of fear and anger.

“Dabi,” Hawks spat, his voice trembling, but not from fear. “What the hell are you doing?”

A flicker of light returned, revealing Dabi in the dim glow of a candle, standing at the center of the room, holding the black cat in his arms. His lips curled into a smirk as he gazed at his husband’s panicked expression.

“You don’t like cats, do you, bird?” Dabi drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “And needles. Don’t forget needles.”

Hawks blinked, slowly beginning to process what was happening. His heart was still racing, and his wings felt too stiff, too confined against his back. He was angry now, but the terror from moments before still lingered.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Hawks muttered, trying to find his breath again. “What the hell is this, Dabi?”

The flame on Dabi’s lighter flickered as he walked toward Hawks, his steps deliberate. “Just having a little fun, Hawks. You’ve been so serious lately. I thought I’d remind you who’s in charge around here.”

Hawks narrowed his eyes, his wings unfurling in an attempt to regain his space, to make himself feel taller, more imposing. He was done being afraid.

“I don’t find this funny,” he said, his voice low and steady, though his pulse was still pounding in his ears. “You know I don’t like cats, and you damn well know what needles do to me.”

Dabi’s grin only widened, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Hawks’ ear. “I know exactly what you’re afraid of, baby. And that’s why I did it. You think you can intimidate me, but you can’t even handle a damn cat.”

Hawks’ wings twitched again, frustration building in his chest. But then, as Dabi’s smirk grew wider, something in him snapped. He wasn’t about to let Dabi win this little game.

“You wanna scare me?” Hawks stepped forward, meeting Dabi’s gaze with a challenge burning in his amber eyes. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Without warning, Hawks surged forward, his wings catching the dim light of the room as he moved with surprising speed. Before Dabi could even register what was happening, Hawks had him pinned against the wall, his arms wrapped tightly around Dabi’s waist, trapping him in place.

Dabi’s expression faltered for a split second, confusion flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smirk. “What do you think you’re doing, bird?”

Hawks grinned mischievously, his golden eyes glinting with a playful, almost dangerous energy. “Oh, I think it’s time for you to be the one who gets scared.”

Dabi’s amusement grew, but his tone shifted, becoming slightly more wary. “You wouldn’t…”

Hawks’ fingers darted toward Dabi’s ribs with lightning speed. The first touch was enough to make Dabi flinch, and then Hawks pressed his fingers harder, worming them into the spots he knew were the most sensitive.

Dabi let out a startled laugh, immediately squirming in Hawks’ grasp. “N-No! Hawks, stop—! This isn’t funny!” He tried to break free, but Hawks’ grip tightened, refusing to let go.

“Not so fun when it’s you on the receiving end, huh?” Hawks teased, his fingers dancing across Dabi’s ribs with practiced ease, exploiting the ticklish spots he’d long since memorized. Every move was calculated, precise—Hawks knew exactly how to break through Dabi’s tough exterior.

Dabi’s face twisted with a mix of laughter and frustration, his hands slapping at Hawks’ wrists in an attempt to stop him. “I swear, if you don’t—hahaha—if you don’t stop—!”

But Hawks was relentless. He didn’t stop. He kept going, his hands moving with a wicked precision, pressing into Dabi’s sides and digging into the sensitive spots just beneath his ribs. Dabi’s laughter grew louder, more frantic, and Hawks couldn’t help but laugh along with him, savouring the sight of his usually unshakable husband reduced to a mess of helpless giggles.

“You’re really that ticklish?” Hawks teased, his tone light and full of mock surprise. “I didn’t know you were so weak, Dabi.”

“Shut up!” Dabi shouted between gasps of breath, his voice cracking. He tried to push Hawks off, but his attempts were weak and half-hearted, his body writhing in ticklish agony as Hawks continued his relentless assault.

Hawks could feel Dabi’s body shaking in his arms, his breath coming in sharp gasps. His own heart was pounding with adrenaline, but there was a certain warmth flooding his chest as he watched Dabi laugh uncontrollably. This was a side of Dabi that he rarely got to see—a side that wasn’t so guarded, so cold and intimidating. Dabi was vulnerable, and it was exhilarating to have him in this state.

“I guess I finally found your weak spot,” Hawks teased, leaning in closer to press his fingers deeper into Dabi’s side, right above his waist. The area was a particularly sensitive spot, and when Hawks touched it, Dabi’s laughter escalated into a high-pitched squeal that sent a thrill of satisfaction through Hawks’ chest.

“No! H-Hawks, p-please—hahahaha—please, I can’t take it—!”

“Can’t take it?” Hawks repeated, raising an eyebrow. “But I thought you could handle anything, Dabi. Aren’t you tough?”

Dabi let out a strangled laugh as he continued to squirm helplessly in Hawks’ grasp. He wasn’t used to being in this position, and the fact that Hawks had so easily reduced him to this chaotic mess of laughter was almost... humbling. The man he had once feared was now laughing uncontrollably in his arms, and Dabi had no way to escape.

Hawks felt a surge of pride in his chest, his playful grin widening as he continued his assault. But he wasn’t done just yet. He was going to make Dabi regret every second of that prank.

Just as Dabi was beginning to regain some control of his laughter, Hawks let go of him for a moment—just long enough to reposition himself behind Dabi.

“W-Wait, no!” Dabi gasped, his breath uneven. But before he could protest further, Hawks reached up, gently but firmly pulling Dabi’s arms behind his back, pinning them in place.

Dabi’s eyes widened, his muscles tensing instinctively, as if preparing to fight back. But Hawks wasn’t going to give him that chance. With Dabi’s arms pinned and his back vulnerable, Hawks quickly attacked once again, his fingers digging into Dabi’s underarms—another spot Dabi had always tried to guard.

Dabi’s body jerked, the immediate response a burst of laughter that echoed through the room. “Hahaha—Hawks, stop—please—I’m begging you—!”

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Hawks said with a wicked smile, his fingers relentless. Dabi’s body shook uncontrollably beneath him, every part of him struggling to keep it together as the tickling became more and more intense.

“You—hahaha—you son of a bitch!” Dabi choked out between fits of laughter, his face flushed with both exertion and humiliation. “I—I’m gonna—hahaha—hahaha—I swear to god, Hawks—!”

Hawks could feel the heat in his chest building as he watched Dabi struggle. He wasn’t sure what was more satisfying: the fact that Dabi was laughing so hard, or the fact that Hawks knew exactly how to make him lose control. He’d never seen Dabi like this before—completely vulnerable, his tough exterior shattered in an instant.

But then, just as he was starting to feel like he’d won, Dabi managed to twist slightly in his grasp. “Y-You think… you can just—hahaha—make me lose, bird? You—hahaha—you’re so wrong!”

Before Hawks could respond, Dabi suddenly surged forward with all the strength he could muster, breaking free from Hawks’ hold just long enough to roll them both onto the floor. With his arms still pinned beneath Hawks’ body, Dabi grinned wickedly, and with a swift move, he returned the favor—his fingers darting to Hawks’ own sides, finding the most sensitive spots.

Hawks’ breath caught in his throat as the sudden onslaught of tickling sent his own body into uncontrollable spasms. The tables had turned, and now Hawks was the one gasping for air, his wings flapping in desperation as Dabi expertly pressed his fingers into every ticklish spot he knew so well.

“Hahaha—oh no!” Hawks managed to squeak out through his laughter. “You—hahaha—you’re getting me back, huh?”

“Oh yeah,” Dabi purred, his grin wide and wicked. “You really thought you could beat me at my own game, bird?”

For a few more moments, the room was filled with the sound of laughter—laughter that was pure, unrestrained, and full of love, even though it was laced with frustration and defeat. As Hawks finally managed to wriggle free, both of them collapsed onto the floor in a heap, their breathing heavy and uneven.

Hawks, still giggling lightly, glanced over at Dabi, who was now panting and smirking. “I think we both got a little too carried away,” Hawks said with a grin, his heart still racing.

Dabi snorted, shifting so that he could rest his head against Hawks’ shoulder. “You definitely got carried away, bird.”

The two lay there for a while, in a comfortable, happy silence—both still catching their breath, both knowing they would never let this moment go.

Hawks had gotten his revenge, but in the end, it didn’t matter. This was their dynamic, their dance. Mischief, love, and laughter were the core of their relationship, and neither of them would change a thing. Suddenly, the cat makes a sound again and Hawks nearly jumps up onto Dabi because it is that close.

“You better get rid of that thing before we go to bed, or you are sleeping on the couch and I am locking myself up in the bedroom.”

Dabi just chuckles.

Hawks reclined lazily on the couch, twirling one of his bright red feathers in his fingers, his golden eyes fixed on the television screen. Next to him, Dabi leaned back with his usual cool demeanour, his patched lips curving into a smirk as he clutched a controller in his scarred hands. The glow of the video game illuminated their faces, and the air crackled with the heat of their usual banter.

“I’m just saying,” Hawks drawled, his voice carrying the smug confidence of someone who was sure he was unbeatable, “you’ve got no chance against me. Video games? Reflexes? Speed? That’s all me, babe.”

Dabi chuckled, low and gravelly. “Big talk for someone who still hasn’t beaten my high score from last week.”

Hawks narrowed his eyes. “That’s because you cheated. You distracted me with—”

“With what?” Dabi cut in, his smirk growing wider. “My devilishly good looks?”

Hawks huffed but didn’t answer, his face flushing slightly. Dabi chuckled again, clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster his partner.

“Alright, hotshot,” Dabi said, grabbing the second controller and tossing it to Hawks. “Let’s settle this once and for all. Same rules as always: whoever lasts the longest without dying wins. Loser has to cook dinner.”

Hawks groaned dramatically. “Oh, come on, I thought we were playing for something interesting. You know I hate cooking.”

“Exactly.” Dabi grinned. “It’s called motivation, birdbrain. Now, are we doing this or not?”

Hawks rolled his eyes but nodded. “Fine. But don’t cry when I wipe the floor with you.”

They decided to play a fast-paced survival game, one where the goal was to navigate a chaotic battlefield filled with enemies, traps, and obstacles, all while staying alive as long as possible. Hawks went first, taking the controller in his hands and cracking his knuckles with a show of confidence.

“Watch and learn, babe,” he said, starting the game.

Dabi leaned back, watching with an amused expression as Hawks darted around the screen, wings flaring dramatically in the game’s avatar. Hawks was fast—his reflexes were sharp, and he clearly knew how to manoeuvre. But his cockiness got the better of him.

“Careful,” Dabi teased as Hawks narrowly avoided an enemy attack. “You’re getting sloppy.”

“Pfft, please,” Hawks replied, though a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. “I’ve got this in the bag.”

A few minutes later, Hawks’ avatar met its untimely demise thanks to a poorly timed jump.

“No!” Hawks groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “Stupid glitchy controls.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Dabi said, his grin widening. “Glitchy controls. My turn.”

Hawks reluctantly handed over the controller, crossing his arms as he watched Dabi start his round.

To Hawks’ growing concern, Dabi was annoyingly good. His movements were calculated, his timing impeccable, and his ability to read the game’s patterns made it seem almost effortless.

“Seriously?” Hawks muttered, leaning closer to the screen. “Since when are you this good?”

“Since always,” Dabi replied casually, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Hawks began to fidget, a growing sense of dread bubbling in his chest. At this rate, he was going to lose.

And then, an idea sparked in his mind—a mischievous, underhanded idea.

If I can’t beat him fair and square… Hawks thought, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

He shifted closer to Dabi, pretending to watch intently.

“You’re doing great,” Hawks said, his tone almost too sweet.

“Uh-huh,” Dabi replied, clearly suspicious. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” Hawks said innocently.

And then, with lightning speed, Hawks reached out and dug his fingers into Dabi’s sides.

Dabi jolted, the controller slipping slightly in his hands as a surprised noise escaped his throat.

“Hawks!” Dabi growled, trying to wriggle away.

“What?” Hawks asked, feigning innocence as his fingers danced along Dabi’s ribs. “I’m just… keeping you on your toes.”

Dabi’s lips twitched, his focus on the game faltering as Hawks continued his relentless assault.

“Stop—ha—stop that!” Dabi barked, his voice cracking slightly as a laugh threatened to escape.

“Oh, what’s this?” Hawks teased, his grin widening. “Is the big, bad Dabi ticklish?”

“Sh-shut up!” Dabi snapped, though the flush spreading across his face betrayed him.

Hawks took that as a challenge and doubled his efforts, his fingers skimming up and down Dabi’s sides, poking and prodding at every sensitive spot he could find.

Dabi squirmed, his grip on the controller loosening as he let out a series of strangled noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

“Knock it off, birdbrain!” Dabi managed to gasp, his voice tinged with both annoyance and amusement.

“Not until you admit defeat,” Hawks said, his voice dripping with mock authority.

“You’re such a cheater!” Dabi growled, but his words were punctuated by a snort of laughter as Hawks found a particularly sensitive spot near his ribs.

“Admit it!” Hawks demanded, his fingers now trailing up to Dabi’s neck, where he knew the villain was especially ticklish.

Dabi practically shrieked, his hands flying off the controller as he twisted away from Hawks’ relentless assault.

“Fine! Fine! I admit it!” Dabi shouted, his laughter spilling out uncontrollably. “You win, you bastard!”

Hawks immediately stopped, sitting back with a satisfied grin.

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he said, his golden eyes sparkling with triumph.

Dabi glared at him, his face still flushed and his breathing uneven.

“You’re insufferable,” Dabi muttered, though there was no real venom in his voice.

“And you’re adorable when you laugh,” Hawks shot back, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on Dabi’s cheek.

Dabi rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You’re lucky I like you,” Dabi said, grabbing a pillow and whacking Hawks with it.

Hawks laughed, catching the pillow and pulling Dabi into a playful embrace.

“I know,” Hawks said, his voice softening as he rested his chin on Dabi’s shoulder. “And for the record, I only cheated because I didn’t want to lose you to the kitchen.”

Dabi snorted, his smirk returning. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you next time.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Hawks replied, his arms tightening around Dabi.

Dabi had been in one of those moods again.

It wasn’t unusual—grumpy, irritated, the kind of mood where the mere sound of someone’s voice could make him snap. His usually piercing blue eyes had darkened, narrowed to the point where they looked almost black, and he seemed to be on edge with every little thing. Hawks, who had spent more time with Dabi than anyone else ever would, could tell that today was one of those days where it would take something extra to make Dabi feel even a little bit better.

Hawks had already tried the usual approach: making sarcastic remarks to get under his skin, joking around, and even offering his company in a way that only a bird-like figure could manage. He’d offered a couple of sweet smiles and attempted humour, but nothing seemed to crack through Dabi’s cold, gruff exterior. Dabi would probably insist he was fine, and honestly, Hawks knew it would be a waste of time to press the issue. The only thing left was something Hawks was rather familiar with, something he knew worked wonders to break down Dabi’s walls—tickling.

He had done this before, of course, but the idea was always met with resistance. Dabi hated being tickled. It made him feel vulnerable, exposed. But that’s exactly why it worked. The more he resisted, the more it seemed like the perfect way to get him out of that bad mood. Hawks smiled at the thought, his wings fluttering lightly with excitement as he walked over to where Dabi sat slumped on the couch, staring at the ground with that usual scowl plastered on his face.

“You’re in a foul mood today, huh?” Hawks said, his voice light and teasing, but his eyes soft with concern.

Dabi didn’t look up. “I’m fine, Bird. Just leave me alone.”

Hawks didn’t move away, though. Instead, he slowly knelt beside the couch, his hands casually resting on the arm of it, wings still twitching behind him as he watched Dabi with a mixture of affection and amusement.

“Are you sure? Because you look like you’ve swallowed a lemon.”

Dabi growled under his breath, not bothering to respond to the jab. Hawks, however, was determined to push a little further.

He reached forward, his fingers brushing lightly against Dabi’s sides, testing the waters. “You know, sometimes, the best way to deal with a bad mood is just to let go.”

Dabi flinched at the touch, his body stiffening as he shot Hawks a warning glare. “Don’t even think about it, Hawks.”

But Hawks wasn’t backing down. He knew Dabi wouldn’t outright ask for help, especially not in such a state. And it wasn’t like Hawks didn’t know how to get Dabi to stop being a grumpy, brooding mess. It wasn’t the first time they’d gotten into this little game. Despite all the resistance, Dabi secretly enjoyed the way Hawks was able to disarm him so easily.

“Come on, just a little bit of fun,” Hawks said sweetly, a smirk curling on his lips as his hand gently slid down to Dabi’s waist. He knew exactly where the most ticklish spots were, and he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity. “I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

Dabi’s eyes flickered with a mix of irritation and reluctant curiosity. “You’re not getting away with it, Bird.”

That was all the encouragement Hawks needed. Without warning, he lunged forward and pressed his lips against Dabi’s exposed stomach, right where his shirt had ridden up. Dabi’s body jerked at the unexpected sensation, and he immediately tried to pull away, but Hawks wasn’t letting him escape that easily.

The kiss was brief, but it had a clear effect. Dabi’s body stiffened again, but this time, it wasn’t just out of irritation—it was a mixture of discomfort and something else, something Hawks could only describe as vulnerability. Dabi’s stomach tightened in reflex, but he couldn’t stop the tiny twitch of his lips as he tried to suppress a laugh.

“You—!” Dabi began to growl, but before he could finish, Hawks moved again, this time letting his tongue graze along the side of Dabi’s ribs, sending a shock of electricity through Dabi’s body.

“H-Hawks, stop!” Dabi’s voice wavered slightly, the edge of frustration still evident, but now there was something softer underneath it. His usual resistance was faltering, and Hawks knew it wouldn’t be long before Dabi lost the fight.

But Hawks wasn’t stopping. He grinned to himself, moving his kisses along Dabi’s belly, his lips tracing over the warm, exposed skin, sending shivers through Dabi’s body. The tension in Dabi’s muscles only made it more fun for Hawks, who continued to press teasing kisses along his side, each one leaving Dabi more and more twitchy. He tried to squirm away, but his back was pressed against the couch, and Hawks was too quick for him.

“Stop, stop! I’m serious, damn it!” Dabi gasped out, unable to hide the flutter of his breath as his body involuntarily tensed up. His hands instinctively shot to cover his stomach, but Hawks was faster, gently but firmly pulling Dabi’s hands away and pinning them at his sides.

“Come on, Dabi,” Hawks said, his tone light and full of playful warmth. “It’s just a little tickling. You need this.”

“Y-You’re going to regret this,” Dabi threatened, but there was no real malice in his voice. Hawks could see it in his eyes—he was trying to maintain control, but the effort was slowly slipping away.

With a grin, Hawks leaned in and pressed another kiss to Dabi’s belly, his lips lingering this time, brushing just slightly against the skin before pulling away. He knew that Dabi couldn’t stand this, but that was exactly why it worked.

Before Dabi could even react, Hawks’s fingers were back at his sides, light but firm, finding the sensitive spots just below Dabi’s ribs. The moment they made contact, Dabi’s entire body jolted, and a strangled laugh broke through his gritted teeth.

“Y-You—!” Dabi began, his voice wavering between a growl and a laugh, but his body was already betraying him. His stomach muscles contracted, and he twisted in a futile attempt to escape, but Hawks had him pinned.

The feather-light tickling was more than enough to make Dabi lose control for a moment. A small, reluctant laugh escaped him, his cheeks flushing as he squirmed. He hated this. He hated how it made him feel so exposed and helpless, but Hawks knew exactly how to push his buttons—how to disarm him with something so simple.

Hawks kept up the teasing touches, his fingers dancing over Dabi’s sides with skill. He could feel the heat of Dabi’s body as it reacted to each touch, the way Dabi’s chest rose and fell as he fought against the laughter trying to escape.

“Stop, stop!” Dabi pleaded through gritted teeth, though his tone was less commanding now, more desperate.

Hawks paused for a moment, his fingers hovering just above Dabi’s sides, enjoying the breathless, trembling tension in the air. He wanted to savour the moment, the way Dabi’s chest heaved as though he couldn’t catch his breath. It was a rare sight—the great, brooding Dabi, rendered helpless by something as simple as a kiss and a touch. He was fighting it, but Hawks could see the cracks in his armour.

“You know, you’re kind of cute when you try to fight it,” Hawks said, his voice gentle but teasing. He couldn’t resist pushing Dabi’s limits just a little more, the playful glint in his eye never fading. “Just relax. Let me help you feel better.”

And with that, he leaned down once more, pressing another soft kiss to Dabi’s belly, this time lingering longer, feeling the warmth of Dabi’s skin beneath him. Dabi’s body jerked slightly in response, but this time, the fight in his eyes had softened. His usual resistance was wearing thin, the brief touches and soft kisses pulling him out of his bad mood more effectively than Hawks had hoped.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, Dabi let out a deep, reluctant sigh. “Fine,” he muttered, his voice still hoarse but no longer laced with annoyance. “I’m better now. You win.”

Hawks smirked, pulling back and giving Dabi a soft, affectionate look. “See? Told you it’d work.”

Hawks landed gracefully on the balcony of the apartment he shared with Dabi, stretching his wings and letting out a contented sigh. It had been a long day filled with hero work, paperwork, and countless interruptions, but now he was home. He unlocked the sliding door and stepped inside, immediately greeted by a peculiar sight.

The living room was in a mild state of disarray. A few books had toppled from the shelf, some boxes were overturned, and there, in the middle of it all, was Dabi.

Dabi was on the floor, looking thoroughly annoyed. His arms were pinned awkwardly behind him, tangled in what appeared to be a mess of ropes and some stray fabric that Hawks vaguely recognized as an old curtain they’d been meaning to throw out.

“You know,” Hawks began, unable to hide his grin, “this is not how I expected to find you today.”

Dabi’s head snapped up, his expression going from irritated to downright venomous. “Don’t start with me, birdbrain. Just help me out.”

Hawks chuckled, stepping closer and surveying the scene. “What even happened here? Were you trying to summon a demon or something?”

“I was cleaning,” Dabi gritted out, the tips of his ears tinged red. “Stuff fell over. I tripped, and then this—” he tugged futilely at the ropes, “—happened. Now stop laughing and help me.”

But Hawks couldn’t help it. The sight of the usually smug and composed Dabi completely immobilized like this was too good. “Oh, Dabi,” he teased, kneeling down beside him, “you’ve really outdone yourself this time. Want me to call someone for help? Maybe Shigaraki?”

“If you don’t start untying me in the next five seconds, I swear—”

Hawks raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “You swear what, exactly? You’re kinda at my mercy right now, you know.”

Dabi scowled. “Just shut up and do it already.”

Hawks tilted his head, pretending to ponder. “Wow, no ‘please’? No ‘thank you in advance for saving my sorry butt’? You sure know how to charm a guy, don’t you?”

“Keigo.”

That sharp tone was enough to make Hawks burst out laughing. “Alright, alright, I’ll help,” he said, reaching for the ropes. But then an idea struck him—one that was far too tempting to resist.

“Actually…” Hawks trailed off, his fingers pausing just before they reached the knot.

“What?” Dabi snapped, clearly losing patience.

“I think you need to learn a lesson first,” Hawks said, his grin turning mischievous.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, just a little something about being polite to the person who’s about to save you. You’ve been a little too cocky for someone who’s completely helpless.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Don’t you dare—”

But it was too late. Hawks’s hands darted forward, his fingers skimming lightly over Dabi’s sides.

“Keigo—don’t you—ah!” Dabi’s words dissolved into a sharp inhale as Hawks’s fingers found his most sensitive spots.

“Oh?” Hawks said, feigning innocence. “What’s this? Is someone a little ticklish?”

“Don’t you—hah!—dare!” Dabi growled, but his voice was already shaking with suppressed laughter.

Hawks chuckled, his fingers exploring further. “I think you’re in no position to be making demands right now.”

He focused his attention on Dabi’s belly, pressing just lightly enough to make the other man squirm. Dabi’s entire body jolted as if an electric current had passed through him.

“Keigo!” he half-yelled, half-laughed, twisting as much as the ropes would allow. “Stop it!”

“Oh no, I’m just getting started,” Hawks replied, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “This is what happens when you don’t say ‘please.’”

Dabi’s laughter broke free in full force, loud and unrestrained. He thrashed as much as he could, but the ropes held him firmly in place. “You—hah!—bastard!”

“Now, now, name-calling won’t help your case.” Hawks’s fingers danced over Dabi’s stomach, varying between quick, fluttering touches and more deliberate prods.

Dabi was completely at his mercy, his usually sharp tongue rendered useless by the uncontrollable laughter spilling from his lips. “Keigo—! I swear—! I’ll—!”

“You’ll what?” Hawks teased, grinning ear to ear. “Laugh me to death? ‘Cause that’s not exactly intimidating.”

Dabi let out a particularly loud burst of laughter as Hawks found an especially sensitive spot just above his hip. “I hate you!”

“Sure you do,” Hawks replied, his voice softening just a bit. “But you’re awfully cute when you’re like this.”

“Keigo, I swear—hah!—if you don’t stop—!”

“Say ‘please,’” Hawks said, his hands pausing for a moment.

Dabi glared at him, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “You’re insufferable.”

Hawks wiggled his fingers threateningly. “Oh, we’re going back in, then?”

Dabi’s eyes widened slightly, and he tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. “Alright! Fine! Please!”

“Hmm, that didn’t sound very sincere,” Hawks said, leaning closer.

“Please!” Dabi repeated, his voice rising in pitch. “Please stop tickling me!”

Hawks laughed, finally relenting and sitting back on his heels. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Dabi glared at him, still panting. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, here I am, saving your sorry butt.” Hawks leaned in again, this time to untangle the ropes properly. “Hold still, would you?”

Dabi grumbled under his breath but complied, his face still red from the tickling ordeal. Hawks worked quickly, his skilled hands making short work of the knots.

“There,” Hawks said as the last bit of rope fell away. He offered Dabi a hand to help him up.

Dabi ignored it, standing on his own and brushing himself off. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to get revenge right now.”

Hawks grinned. “Oh, I’m shaking in my boots.”

Dabi rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me for it,” Hawks shot back, wrapping an arm around Dabi’s waist and pulling him close.

Dabi huffed but didn’t pull away. “You’re still cleaning this mess up.”

“Fair,” Hawks said, pressing a quick kiss to Dabi’s temple. “But next time you get yourself tangled up, remember who saved you.”

Dabi muttered something under his breath that Hawks chose to interpret as a thank you.

Dabi’s lips curled into a sinister grin as he straddled Hawks, effectively pinning him down. His hands rested on Hawks’s chest, fingers tapping lightly over the fabric of his shirt as if he were contemplating his next move. Hawks squirmed beneath him, his golden eyes darting nervously.

“Dabi, buddy… love of my life… flame of my heart… let’s talk about this,” Hawks said, his voice laced with fake calm.

“Oh, we’re *talking,*” Dabi drawled, his voice a low purr. He leaned down so his nose nearly brushed Hawks’s. “But I’m also gonna make you regret every *single* second of what you just did.”

Hawks’s wings fluttered anxiously against the floor. “Now, now, revenge isn’t very *heroic* of you.”

Dabi chuckled, his eyes glinting with a dangerous kind of amusement. “Good thing I’m no hero.”

Before Hawks could retort, Dabi’s fingers shot to Hawks’s sides, squeezing just above his hips. Hawks’s entire body jolted violently, a surprised squeak escaping his lips before he dissolved into laughter.

“GAH! D-Dabi! W-wait—!” Hawks’s hands flew to Dabi’s wrists, trying to push them away, but Dabi was relentless. His thumbs dug in with expert precision, kneading and teasing the sensitive spots.

“Wait? Why should I?” Dabi teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Hawks’s ear. “You didn’t wait when I begged, did you?”

Hawks’s laughter broke into a breathless gasp, his eyes squeezing shut as he arched away from Dabi’s ruthless fingers. “C-come on! T-that’s not fai—AH!”

Dabi’s fingers spidered up to Hawks’s ribs, tracing the spaces between them with agonizing slowness. Hawks’s wings flapped helplessly, feathers splaying across the floor. His face turned crimson as he fought to twist away, but Dabi’s weight held him firmly in place.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” Dabi murmured, his lips curling into a smirk. He dug his fingers into Hawks’s lower ribs, and Hawks’s laughter exploded into high-pitched, frantic giggles.

“NOHOHO! D-Dabi, plehehease!” Hawks’s voice cracked, his laughter verging on hysterical.

Dabi tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Please what?”

“Stahahap! I c-can’t—!” Hawks’s words dissolved into incoherent giggles as Dabi’s fingers slipped under his shirt, the cool touch of his fingertips sending electric jolts through Hawks’s over-sensitive skin.

Dabi grinned wickedly, eyes narrowing with mischief. “Oh, but I haven’t even *touched* your weak spot yet.”

Hawks’s eyes snapped open, wide with panic. He shook his head frantically, golden strands of hair clinging to his damp forehead. “No, no, Dabi—don’t—”

“Don’t what?” Dabi’s voice was pure, sadistic delight. “Don’t do… this?”

His fingers ghosted over the spot where Hawks’s wings met his back. Just the whisper of contact was enough to make Hawks’s entire body tense, his laughter freezing in his throat as a helpless whimper escaped him.

“Y-you’re evil,” Hawks breathed, his voice trembling.

Dabi’s eyes softened for just a moment. “You knew that when you fell for me.”

And then, without warning, Dabi’s fingers dug into the joint where Hawks’s wings met his back, scribbling mercilessly. Hawks’s body jerked violently, laughter exploding from his lips like a dam breaking.

“NOHOHO! DAHAHAHABI!” Tears welled in the corners of Hawks’s eyes as he writhed beneath Dabi, his wings flapping wildly, feathers scattering everywhere. His laughter was pure, raw, and unfiltered, his usual cocky composure shattered into pieces.

Dabi’s fingers worked skilfully, alternating between gentle scribbles and sharp, sudden squeezes. He watched Hawks’s flushed face with an almost fond expression, his own lips twitching upward.

“Look at you,” Dabi said softly, his voice a low purr. “The mighty, fearless Hawks… reduced to a giggling mess.”

Hawks tried to speak, but all that came out was incoherent babbling between breathless laughter.

Dabi’s eyes narrowed with playful menace. “I wonder what happens if I use *this*?”

From his pocket, he pulled one of Hawks’s own stray feathers. Hawks’s eyes widened in horror.

“Dabi, *don’t you dare—*”

But Dabi did. He slid the tip of the feather along the edge of Hawks’s wings, tracing each sensitive joint and groove with infuriating slowness. The feather whispered against the delicate skin, sending unbearable shivers through Hawks’s body.

“NAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP! I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Hawks’s wings trembled violently, every nerve igniting with ticklish agony. His cheeks burned, his body arching desperately beneath Dabi’s relentless touch.

Dabi leaned closer, his voice a sultry whisper. “Admit defeat, birdie.”

Hawks’s eyes were squeezed shut, his laughter turning silent as he gasped for breath. Finally, with a choked giggle, he rasped, “O-OKAY! OKAY! I g-give up!”

Dabi’s fingers stilled, the feather dropping to the floor. He hovered over Hawks, watching as the hero’s chest heaved, his face flushed and glistening with sweat. Hawks’s golden eyes fluttered open, still shimmering with tears of mirth.

Dabi smirked, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Hawks’s forehead. “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Hawks let out a shaky laugh. “You’re… a monster.”

Dabi chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Hawks’s lips. The tenderness of the kiss contrasted with the chaos that had just unfolded, grounding them both in the warmth of each other’s presence.

When he pulled back, Dabi’s eyes were surprisingly gentle. “I know.”

Hawks sat on the windowsill of their shared hideout, the late afternoon sun streaking through the dusty panes, illuminating the golden feathers of his wings. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of his feathers and the slow, even breathing of Dabi, who was sprawled out on the worn couch. Dabi’s eyes were closed, his messy black hair flopping over his forehead, his hand dangling off the edge of the sofa as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He was the picture of relaxation.

But Hawks had a plan. A *devious* plan.

It was rare to catch Dabi in such a peaceful state. His usual disposition was that of sardonic snark or cold indifference, but right now, he looked utterly defenceless. Vulnerable. And if there was one thing Hawks knew, it was that Dabi *hated* feeling vulnerable. But payback was due. A few nights ago, Dabi had discovered that Hawks’s back, especially where his wings met his spine, was ridiculously ticklish. Dabi had used that knowledge mercilessly, reducing Hawks to a flustered, laughing mess — an experience Hawks both loved and loathed.

Now it was Hawks’s turn. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

He hopped off the windowsill, his bare feet landing softly on the creaky floorboards. Silently, he moved toward the couch, his golden eyes glinting mischievously. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small length of sturdy silk rope he’d gotten from the market earlier that week. His wings rustled lightly in anticipation.

Dabi didn’t stir.

*Perfect.*

Moving with practiced ease, Hawks gently grabbed Dabi’s wrists, guiding them above his head and tying them to the couch’s wooden armrest. The knot was snug but not painful — just enough to make sure Dabi couldn’t escape. A sly grin curled Hawks’s lips. He took a moment to admire his handiwork. The scarred skin on Dabi’s wrists stood out against the smooth silk of the rope, a striking contrast. Hawks’s heart fluttered, a rush of affection filling his chest.

Dabi let out a soft grunt, his eyelids fluttering.

Hawks leaned over, his mouth just inches from Dabi’s ear. “Rise and shine, hotshot.”

Dabi’s eyes snapped open, confusion flashing across his face before it morphed into suspicion. He tugged at his arms and realized he was restrained.

“Hawks,” he drawled, his voice low and threatening. “What the hell is this?”

Hawks’s grin widened. “You know exactly what this is.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed, blue flames flickering in his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Hawks waggled a finger. “Nuh-uh, none of that. You brought this on yourself.”

Dabi opened his mouth to retort, but Hawks’s fingers were already trailing down his sides, lightly tracing the outlines of his ribs. Dabi’s body jolted involuntarily, and a hiss escaped his lips.

“Don’t,” Dabi warned, his voice tight.

“Oh, but why not?” Hawks teased, his fingers dancing up and down Dabi’s sides. “It’s only fair.”

Dabi’s jaw clenched, his muscles tensing beneath Hawks’s touch. He was trying so hard to suppress his reactions, but Hawks could feel the tremors of restrained laughter just beneath the surface.

“You know,” Hawks said, leaning in closer, “I’ve been doing a little *research.*” His eyes glimmered wickedly. “I know about your *death spot.*”

Dabi’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his face. “Don’t you dare.”

Hawks tilted his head, his smile positively devilish. “Oh, I *dare.*”

Without another word, Hawks’s fingers slid down to Dabi’s stomach, stopping just above his navel. He let his fingertips hover there, feeling the heat radiating from Dabi’s skin. A delicious anticipation filled the air.

Dabi’s breathing grew shallow. “Hawks,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t—”

But Hawks dipped a single finger into Dabi’s navel, swirling it slowly.

“F-fuck!” Dabi barked, his body arching as much as the restraints would allow. A surprised, almost breathless laugh burst from his throat.

Hawks’s eyes sparkled. “Oh-ho, jackpot.”

He didn’t stop there. His finger continued its teasing, swirling, wiggling, and pressing into the sensitive spot. Dabi’s laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, raw and genuine.

“Stop, you bastard!” Dabi gasped, his voice breaking.

Hawks chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “But you sound so *cute* when you laugh.”

Dabi’s cheeks flushed crimson — a rare sight that made Hawks’s heart skip a beat. He leaned down, his breath ghosting over Dabi’s ear. “You’re mine now.”

Before Dabi could retort, Hawks plucked a feather from his wing — long, sleek, and perfectly suited for what he had in mind. He held it up where Dabi could see it, letting the realization sink in.

Dabi’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you fucking dare, birdie.”

“Oh, I *triple dare*.”

With deliberate slowness, Hawks traced the feather’s tip along the rim of Dabi’s navel. The soft, teasing touch made Dabi’s abs twitch violently, and a strangled laugh escaped him.

“Nohohoho!” Dabi thrashed, his arms straining against the silk ropes. “You’re the *worst!*”

Hawks laughed, loving the way Dabi’s body writhed beneath him. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

He dipped the feather into the hollow of Dabi’s navel, twirling it and flicking it back and forth. Dabi’s laughter exploded, deep and rich, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to endure the relentless tickling.

“HAWKS! Plehehease!” Dabi’s voice cracked, his usual composure utterly shattered.

Hawks’s heart pounded. Seeing Dabi like this — flushed, vulnerable, utterly at his mercy — was intoxicating. He set the feather aside and replaced it with his fingers, scratching lightly around the sensitive edges of Dabi’s navel before plunging one fingertip back into the centre.

Dabi’s laughter turned breathless, his chest heaving. “I c-can’t! Stohohop!”

“Aww,” Hawks cooed mockingly, “does it tickle *that* much?”

“You *know* it does!” Dabi growled, his voice shaking with laughter.

Hawks leaned down and pressed a kiss to Dabi’s jawline. “Then beg me.”

Dabi’s eyes snapped open, defiance sparking through the haze of laughter. “N-never.”

Hawks grinned wickedly. “Wrong answer.”

He grabbed a small, soft makeup brush he’d stashed nearby — something he’d borrowed from their latest undercover stash — and began swirling the bristles inside Dabi’s navel with unbearable precision.

Dabi’s body bucked wildly, and for the first time, tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. His laughter was desperate now, mixed with curses and ragged gasps.

“OKAY! Ohohokay! I beheheg! Please, *please* stahahap!”

Hawks finally relented, tossing the brush aside and watching as Dabi slumped against the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His cheeks were flushed, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He glared up at Hawks, though the intensity was softened by the lingering laughter in his eyes.

“You’re evil,” Dabi rasped.

Hawks beamed, his wings puffing out proudly. “I learn from the best.”

He leaned down, brushing his lips against Dabi’s. The kiss was slow and tender, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. When he pulled back, Dabi’s eyes had softened, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Untie me,” Dabi muttered.

Hawks smirked. “Promise you won’t incinerate me?”

Dabi’s lips curled into a dangerous grin. “No promises.”

Hawks laughed, undoing the knots. The moment Dabi’s hands were free, he surged up, pinning Hawks beneath him in a flash.

Hawks blinked up at him, feigning innocence. “Uh-oh.”

Dabi’s fingers flexed, and a wicked glint returned to his eyes. “My turn, birdie.”

Hawks’s eyes widened, a nervous laugh escaping him. “Wait, wait! We can talk about this!”

But it was too late.

Hawks stretched his wings out lazily, the golden feathers catching the soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the cracked window. The small hideout they shared wasn’t luxurious by any means, but it was theirs—a quiet place away from the chaos of hero work, villainy, and the ever-ticking clock of responsibility.

Dabi was sprawled out on the worn-out couch, his arms folded behind his head and eyes half-lidded as he stared at the ceiling. The usual sharp edge to his demeanour was a little duller today, the tension practically radiating off his body. Hawks could sense it; the tightness in his jaw, the way his foot tapped the floor impatiently, and the stiffness in his usually confident posture.

Hawks smiled to himself. He couldn’t have that. Not when they had this rare pocket of peace together.

“Oi, Dabs,” Hawks drawled, his voice light and teasing, “you’re practically vibrating over there. What’s up with you?”

Dabi grunted, his gaze flicking to Hawks with those vivid turquoise eyes. “Nothing,” he muttered, though the scowl on his lips betrayed him. “Just tired.”

Hawks’ golden eyes softened. He knew Dabi’s version of ‘tired’ was often a code for overthinking, brooding, and ready to implode. He took a moment to appreciate how Dabi’s messy black hair fell into his eyes and the way the sun highlighted the blue sheen of his scars. Even when he was wrapped in frustration, Dabi was beautiful.

Hawks tapped his talons against the edge of the coffee table, an idea forming. He pushed himself up with a gentle whoosh of feathers and made his way over to the couch, standing beside Dabi’s outstretched legs.

“Alright, let’s try something new,” Hawks announced.

Dabi cocked a brow. “Do I want to know?”

Hawks smirked. “I’m giving you a foot massage.”

That earned a derisive snort. “A foot massage? What are we, old married people now?”

Hawks just grinned, his eyes glimmering with challenge. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, babe. Besides, I can see how tense you are, and I’m not gonna let you stew in it.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest as Hawks knelt at the end of the couch and scooped up his right foot, cradling it gently in his hands. The warmth of Dabi’s skin contrasted against the coolness of Hawks’ talons, and for a moment, everything was still.

“Relax,” Hawks said softly. “Let me take care of you for once.”

Dabi exhaled through his nose, leaning his head back against the couch. “Fine. But don’t make it weird.”

“Oh, I’d never make it weird,” Hawks said with a mischievous grin, his thumbs pressing into the ball of Dabi’s foot. He kneaded the rough, scarred skin, feeling the tension in the arch and the base of the toes.

Dabi’s muscles twitched almost immediately.

Hawks paused. “Huh. You good?”

Dabi’s jaw tightened. “Yeah,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just… keep going.”

Hawks raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in his eyes. He continued, his talons tracing slow, deliberate circles into Dabi’s sole, pressing lightly before easing off. The moment he grazed a spot just beneath the toes, Dabi’s leg jerked involuntarily.

“Shit,” Dabi hissed, clenching his fists. His eyes darted away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Hawks asked, feigning innocence even as a devilish grin curled his lips. “Ohhh… are your feet ticklish, Dabi?”

“No,” Dabi snapped, a little too quickly.

“Liar,” Hawks teased, his grin widening. He flexed his fingers, his talons hovering just above Dabi’s foot like a predator about to strike. “Come on, you know I can’t resist now.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare—”

But it was too late. Hawks’ talons skimmed lightly along the arch of Dabi’s foot, the delicate touch sending a shockwave through Dabi’s system. He jerked so hard that he nearly kicked Hawks in the face, a surprised laugh escaping his lips before he could clamp down on it.

“Shit, Hawks!” Dabi growled, but his voice wavered, the blush on his cheeks deepening. “Cut it out!”

Hawks’ eyes sparkled with glee. “But you’re laughing! That’s a rare sight.”

“I swear to God, if you don’t—”

Hawks didn’t give him time to finish. He dragged his talons down the sole again, this time more deliberately, tracing every curve and groove of Dabi’s foot. The sensation was unbearable, a maddening mix of tingling and burning that made Dabi’s entire body tense up.

“H-Hawks!” Dabi’s voice cracked as he squirmed violently, his arms flailing as if to swat Hawks away. Laughter bubbled up from his throat, raw and involuntary. “S-Stop! I—ahh! You bastard!”

Hawks grinned triumphantly, his fingers dancing across the sensitive skin, alternating between light scratches and slow, methodical circles. His wings fluttered with excitement at the sight of Dabi—a usually stoic, unshakeable force—reduced to a writhing, giggling mess.

“Oh, this is gold,” Hawks teased. “Who knew the big bad Dabi was hiding such a weakness?”

“F-Fuck you!” Dabi wheezed, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He twisted, trying to yank his foot away, but Hawks held on firm, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the relentless tickling.

“You’ve gotta learn to let go sometimes, babe,” Hawks murmured, his voice low and affectionate even as his talons continued their assault. “Loosen up a little.”

Dabi shot him a glare, his face flushed crimson. “I’m—gonna kill you!”

“Sure you will.” Hawks chuckled, dragging a single talon slowly down the centre of Dabi’s foot. The motion made Dabi’s toes curl tightly, his body bucking as he let out a strangled laugh.

“Haaah—fuck!” Dabi’s laughter was breathless now, a mix of frustration and reluctant joy. He finally collapsed back against the couch, his limbs splayed out as if he’d given up the fight. “You’re—such a—pain in the ass.”

Hawks let up, his talons still resting lightly against Dabi’s foot. His gaze softened, his smile fond. “But you’re smiling now.”

Dabi’s chest heaved as he caught his breath, his eyes narrowing, though there was no real heat behind the glare. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Hawks winked. “I know.”

Carefully, he brought Dabi’s foot back into his lap and resumed the massage—this time without the teasing tickles. His thumbs kneaded the arch, working out the tension with firm, deliberate strokes. Dabi groaned softly, the sound almost a purr, and Hawks’ heart fluttered at the rare show of vulnerability.

“Better?” Hawks asked gently.

Dabi nodded, his eyes slipping shut. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Thanks, birdbrain.”

“Anytime, flame boy.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the air filled with the quiet sounds of relaxation. Hawks took his time, easing every knot, every bit of strain he could find. And as Dabi’s breathing grew slow and even, Hawks knew he’d done more than just relieve his physical tension. He’d given him a moment of peace, a reminder that it was okay to let go—to laugh, to relax, and to be taken care of.

Soft moonlight filtered through the window, painting delicate silver strokes across the messy sheets. The low hum of the city outside was muffled in the walls of their small shared apartment, leaving only the gentle rhythm of breath and the warmth of tangled limbs between them. Hawks, with his tousled blond hair, lay nestled in Dabi's arms, his wings half-spread, draping lazily over the edge of the bed.

Dabi's arm curled around Hawks' waist, holding him possessively as if daring him to slip away. His dark hair fell in wild strands across his face, and those piercing turquoise eyes glimmered with a teasing spark. He leaned down, brushing his lips just above Hawks' ear, his voice a low, gravelly whisper.

"Still can't believe I ended up with someone so *short*," Dabi taunted, his lips curling into a smirk.

Hawks' nose scrunched, and he groaned dramatically. "Really? *Again* with the height jokes?" He tried to sound annoyed, but a smile tugged at his lips. He could feel Dabi's breath, hot and smug against his neck.

"Hey, I'm just stating facts." Dabi's hand slid under Hawks' shirt, fingers tracing lazy circles against his bare skin. "I mean, look at you—you're the perfect little spoon."

Hawks' face flushed, his wings shivering slightly at the touch. "Yeah? And what's wrong with being the little spoon?" he shot back, his voice soft but defiant. He snuggled back into Dabi's chest, trying to assert his point. "I get all the warmth *and* the comfort."

Dabi chuckled, a deep rumble that Hawks felt against his back. "Guess it suits you. Little bird. Little spoon." His fingers danced along Hawks’ side, grazing the sensitive spot near his ribs, earning a small squirm. "It’s adorable, really."

Hawks' cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "I swear, one day you'll regret making fun of me."

"Regret?" Dabi drawled, his grin widening. "Nah, watching you blush and stutter is half the fun."

A sly glint flickered in Hawks’ golden eyes. He was used to Dabi’s teasing, but tonight... tonight he wasn’t in the mood to let him win so easily. Hawks twisted slightly in Dabi’s hold, angling his body so that his fingertips grazed the hem of Dabi’s shirt.

"Y'know, being the 'little spoon' has its advantages," Hawks murmured, his voice dropping to a mischievous whisper. His fingers slipped under the fabric, just brushing against Dabi’s stomach.

Dabi tensed immediately. He tried to play it off with a scoff, but his body betrayed him, muscles clenching under the feather-light touch. "What are you doing?" he asked, suspicion lacing his voice.

Hawks’ grin grew. "Oh, nothing. Just appreciating how *tall* and *tough* you are." His fingertips danced across Dabi's toned abs, teasing, testing. "And how you have *absolutely* no weaknesses."

Dabi's jaw tightened. "Hawks..." he warned, but there was an unmistakable flicker of panic in his eyes.

Hawks' smile was pure mischief now. "You know, for someone who gives me so much grief about my height, you're awfully sensitive right... *here.*"

With a swift, practiced move, Hawks' fingers spidered across Dabi's belly, pressing lightly but rapidly, scribbling patterns along the sensitive flesh.

"Agh—!" Dabi's whole body jerked, a strangled laugh escaping before he could clamp his lips shut. His arms tightened around Hawks instinctively, but it was no use; Hawks had the advantage of positioning.

"Oh?" Hawks chirped, his eyes glinting with triumph. "What was that? Was that a *giggle*?" He increased the speed of his tickling, fingertips swirling along Dabi's stomach, finding the sweet spot just below his navel.

Dabi thrashed, his breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts as he tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up. "H-Hawks—quit it!" he growled, though his voice cracked, betraying the desperate urge to laugh.

"But why?" Hawks cooed, twisting in Dabi's arms just enough to gain better leverage. His wings fluttered in delight. "You love making fun of me, don't you? Maybe it's time you got a taste of your own medicine." His fingers danced faster, relentless and merciless.

"N-Nohoho! *Damn it—!*" Dabi's deep, husky laugh broke free, a sound so rare that Hawks' heart fluttered at the sheer joy of it. Dabi's head fell back, his dark hair splaying across the pillow as his body wriggled beneath Hawks' touch. He gritted his teeth, eyes squeezed shut, but the smile on his lips was unmistakable.

"Oh, you're so *done* for," Hawks teased, his own laughter bubbling up. His hands moved with precision, alternating between gentle squeezes and rapid flicks, exploiting every vulnerable inch of Dabi's belly.

Dabi's breath hitched, his laughter growing louder despite his best efforts. His fingers dug into Hawks' waist, trying to find leverage, but every time he moved, Hawks adjusted, his smaller frame giving him the perfect angle to stay out of reach.

"*Hawks!*" Dabi’s voice cracked, a mix of laughter and frustration. "I—I swehehear, if you don't—"

"Don't *what*?" Hawks grinned, his cheeks flushed with excitement. He leaned back slightly, his eyes glinting. "You're not exactly in a position to make threats, now are you?"

Dabi's cheeks burned crimson. The laughter wracked his body, each ticklish squeeze sending jolts of electric helplessness through him. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his legs kicking uselessly beneath the covers.

"Okay! OKAY! I g-give—!" Dabi gasped between wheezes, his body shivering under the onslaught.

Hawks paused, his fingers resting lightly against Dabi's twitching stomach. "Oh? Say that again?" he teased, tilting his head back to look at Dabi with faux innocence.

Dabi glared at him through half-lidded eyes, panting. "You heard me, you little—"

But Hawks’ fingers wiggled threateningly, and Dabi’s eyes widened in alarm. "*Fine!* I give up," he grumbled, his voice raspy. "You're evil."

Hawks let out a triumphant laugh, turning back around to nuzzle into Dabi’s chest. "See? Being the little spoon isn't so bad. Gives me the perfect angle to take down a big, tough guy like you."

Dabi's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his arms wrapping back around Hawks in a loose embrace. His fingers traced slow, lazy lines across Hawks' back, just below the base of his wings. He pressed a kiss to the top of Hawks' head, his lips curling into a grin.

"You realize this means war, right?" Dabi murmured, his voice soft but dangerous.

Hawks chuckled, his wings fluttering slightly. "Bring it on, *tall* guy."

Dabi's arms tightened, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The teasing faded into warmth, the kind that settled deep into their bones. Hawks let out a contented sigh, his body melting into Dabi's hold.

"You're ridiculous," Dabi whispered, his breath warm against Hawks' hair.

"And you love it," Hawks replied sleepily, his eyes fluttering shut.

Dabi's smile softened. His fingers traced circles along Hawks' spine, a quiet, affectionate gesture. "Yeah," he murmured. "I really do."

Hawks groaned as he rummaged through the mess of his shared apartment with Dabi. His keys were missing again. He had searched every obvious spot—counters, tables, the couch cushions—but they were nowhere to be found.

This wasn’t the first time. In fact, Dabi seemed to have developed a habit of hiding Hawks’ belongings just to mess with him. Hawks didn’t mind the occasional prank, but today was not the day. He had a meeting to attend, and he was already late.

“Dabi!” Hawks called, frustration dripping from his tone. He stalked into their bedroom and found Dabi lounging on the bed, legs crossed casually, with a book in hand.

Dabi didn’t even look up. “What’s up, birdbrain?”

“Don’t ‘birdbrain’ me!” Hawks snapped, planting his hands on his hips. “Where are my keys?”

Dabi turned a page, his lips quirking into a mischievous smirk. “Have you tried checking where you last left them?”

Hawks narrowed his eyes. “I *did*. And then I checked everywhere else. *Everywhere*.”

“Hmm. Sounds rough,” Dabi said nonchalantly, though the glint in his blue eyes betrayed his innocence. “But what makes you think I have them?”

“Because it’s always you!” Hawks huffed, wings flaring behind him in frustration. “Do you realize how annoying it is?”

“Annoying? Nah, it’s hilarious,” Dabi countered, finally setting the book down. He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head. “You should’ve seen your face the last time I hid your goggles. Priceless.”

Hawks groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. If Dabi wanted to play games, then fine. Hawks was more than happy to play along—on his terms.

“You know what, Dabi?” Hawks said, his tone suspiciously calm. He stepped closer, an unsettling smile creeping onto his lips. “You’re right. I do need to learn to loosen up.”

Dabi’s brow arched at the shift in tone. “You’re up to something.”

Hawks’ grin widened as he pounced on Dabi, straddling his waist and pinning him to the bed. “Oh, I’m definitely up to something,” he teased. “Since you love messing with me so much, I think it’s time I teach you a little lesson about manners.”

Dabi’s smirk faltered as Hawks’ fingers wiggled threateningly in the air. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, eyes darting between Hawks’ hands and his face.

“Think about what?” Hawks asked innocently, his fingers inching closer. “This?”

He jabbed his fingers lightly into Dabi’s sides, earning a startled flinch. Dabi’s stoic facade cracked as he tried to twist away, but Hawks’ weight kept him firmly in place.

“Hawks, *don’t,*” Dabi growled, though his voice wavered with poorly contained laughter.

“Don’t what?” Hawks pressed, his fingers skittering over Dabi’s ribs. The reaction was immediate—Dabi’s body jerked, and a sharp, involuntary laugh escaped his lips.

“*Stop!*” Dabi demanded, though the way he writhed under Hawks betrayed his words.

“Not until you tell me where my keys are,” Hawks said, his voice lilting with mock sweetness. He dug his fingers into the sensitive spaces between Dabi’s ribs, and Dabi’s composure shattered.

“Damn it, Hawks—HAHAHA—quit it!” Dabi’s laughter spilled out, deep and raspy, a sound Hawks rarely heard. It was oddly endearing, and it only encouraged Hawks to keep going.

“Hmm, let me think about that,” Hawks said, pretending to ponder. His hands shifted to Dabi’s stomach, where he began to scribble his fingers mercilessly. “Nope, I don’t think I will!”

Dabi twisted and thrashed beneath him, his blue flames flickering faintly around his hands in protest. But even his flames couldn’t save him from Hawks’ relentless tickling.

“Okay, okay!” Dabi wheezed, his cheeks flushed. “They’re in the—HAHAHA—they’re in the damn coat pocket!”

Hawks paused, his fingers hovering just above Dabi’s stomach. “Which coat?”

Dabi glared up at him, his breathing laboured. “The black one by the door, you menace.”

Hawks tilted his head, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hmm. I think you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying!” Dabi snapped, though the laughter bubbling beneath his words made him less convincing.

“Let’s make sure,” Hawks said, his hands darting to Dabi’s hips. The moment his fingers made contact, Dabi let out a bark of laughter, his body bucking beneath Hawks.

“HAWKS, YOU’RE DEAD!” Dabi howled, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he squirmed helplessly. His threats were rendered useless by the relentless assault of tickles.

“Say you’re sorry for hiding my stuff,” Hawks demanded, his fingers dancing along Dabi’s waistline.

Dabi shook his head stubbornly, even as laughter wracked his body. “Never!”

“Suit yourself,” Hawks said with a shrug. He shifted his attention to Dabi’s underarms, exploiting the vulnerable spots with precision. Dabi let out a strangled noise that turned into full-blown cackling.

“OKAY, OKAY, I’M SORRY!” Dabi shouted, his voice breaking. “I won’t do it again! Just—HAHA—just stop already!”

Hawks finally relented, his hands retreating as he climbed off of Dabi. The villain lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily and glaring daggers at Hawks.

“You’re the worst,” Dabi muttered, though the faint curve of his lips betrayed his words.

Hawks smirked, crossing his arms triumphantly. “And don’t you forget it.”

A comfortable silence settled between them as Dabi regained his breath. Eventually, he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes narrowing at Hawks.

“You know payback’s a thing, right?” Dabi said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re not getting away with this.”

Hawks laughed, completely unfazed. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.”

Dabi’s grin widened, and Hawks felt a flicker of nervousness. Perhaps he had underestimated the lengths Dabi would go for revenge. But for now, Hawks basked in his victory, his crimson feathers ruffling smugly.

As Dabi plotted his retaliation, Hawks retrieved his keys from the coat pocket—just as Dabi had said. He turned back to the bedroom, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“You know,” Hawks began, “you’re pretty cute when you’re laughing like that.”

Dabi groaned, throwing a pillow at Hawks, who dodged it easily. “Get out of here before I make you regret it.”

Hawks chuckled, twirling his keys around his finger. “Love you too, Dabi,” he teased, blowing a playful kiss before heading out the door.

Dabi watched him go, his cheeks still tinged pink from laughter and exhaustion. As much as he hated to admit it, Hawks’ tickling spree had been… oddly fun. Not that he’d ever tell Hawks that, of course.

The sun was starting to set behind the skyline, casting warm streaks of orange and pink through the window. Hawks leaned against the doorframe of their shared apartment, golden eyes surveying their bedroom with an almost giddy sense of satisfaction. For the first time in what felt like forever, the room was spotless. The piles of clothes, the stray wrappers, and even the thin layer of dust that had settled on Dabi’s side of the bed were gone.

Dabi was lounging on the neatly made bed, legs stretched out, his back propped up against the headboard. His fingers were playing with a lighter, flipping the cap open and closed in a repetitive motion. The smirk on his face was subtle, a barely-there curve of his lips, but the hint of pride glimmered in his turquoise eyes.

“There. It’s done. Happy now, angel?” Dabi drawled, his voice low and gravelly. He flicked the lighter one last time, the small flame dancing for a moment before he snapped it shut.

Hawks grinned, stepping into the room. He took his gloves off, tossing them onto the dresser before sauntering closer to Dabi. “I don’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that you cleaned or that you actually listened to me for once.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Dabi replied, his smirk widening. “I only did it, so you’d stop nagging.”

“Oh, please,” Hawks laughed, flopping down onto the bed beside him. “I *never* nag.”

Dabi snorted. “You’ve been on my ass about this for *days.* That counts as nagging.”

Hawks tilted his head, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, since you finally came through for me… maybe I owe you a little reward.”

Dabi raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. “A reward, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” Hawks leaned in, his warm breath brushing against Dabi’s ear. “Something small. Something fun.”

Dabi’s eyes flickered with suspicion. “If it involves you making me watch some dumb romantic comedy, I’ll pass.”

Hawks laughed softly. “Oh, it’s not *that* kind of fun.” His fingers, quick and nimble, suddenly darted to Dabi’s side, squeezing gently.

Dabi jolted, a sharp inhale escaping him as his body tensed. “Hey—wait a sec—”

Hawks’ grin widened as he watched the subtle flicker of panic in Dabi’s eyes. “What’s wrong? You seem nervous.”

Dabi glared at him, lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t you dare—”

But Hawks didn’t wait. His fingers slipped beneath Dabi’s shirt, trailing along his sides with feather-light precision, skimming over the sensitive skin.

“Shit—Hawks, *no,*” Dabi growled, his voice strained, but there was a tremor beneath it, a betraying quiver that made Hawks’ heart flutter.

“*Yes*,” Hawks teased, his fingers pressing in just enough to make Dabi squirm. “You deserve this, babe. You worked so hard.”

Dabi twisted, trying to pull away, but Hawks was quicker. He straddled Dabi’s hips, pinning him in place with surprising ease, his wings flaring out slightly to maintain balance.

“Can’t escape now,” Hawks purred. “You’re all mine.”

Dabi’s eyes narrowed into slits. “You think you can just—” His words were cut off with a sharp gasp as Hawks’ fingers danced along his ribs, tracing the spaces between each bone with wicked precision. His body jerked instinctively, his teeth gritting together to suppress the laugh that was building in his chest.

“Oh, come on, Dabi,” Hawks cooed, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You don’t have to hold it in.”

Dabi’s jaw clenched tighter. “I’m not—”

Hawks pressed a little harder, his fingertips scribbling along the curve of Dabi’s ribs, and finally, the dam cracked. A huff of air burst from Dabi’s lips, followed by a breathless, reluctant chuckle.

“There it is,” Hawks whispered, his eyes alight with delight. “I *knew* you had it in you.”

“B-Bastard,” Dabi grunted, his cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink as he tried to twist away. His hands gripped Hawks’ thighs, fingers digging in as if to ground himself.

Hawks’ grin turned devious. “You really shouldn’t have cleaned so well. Now I have no reason to stop.”

His hands drifted lower, fingertips skimming along Dabi’s sides until they reached his waist. The second Hawks squeezed, Dabi’s whole body jolted.

“*Hah—!*” The sound was half a laugh, half a gasp, and Dabi’s hands shot up to grab Hawks’ wrists. “You’re gonna regret this,” he warned, his voice shaky.

Hawks leaned down until their noses were almost touching. “You say that now, but your face tells a different story.” He let his fingers dance along Dabi’s waistline, teasing the spot just above his hips.

Dabi’s breath hitched, and his back arched slightly off the bed. “Don’t—don’t you *dare*—”

But Hawks did. His fingers pressed into the sensitive hollows just above Dabi’s hips, kneading in small, relentless circles.

A strangled laugh tore from Dabi’s throat, his body jerking wildly beneath Hawks. “*Hah—f-fuck!* Hawks—s-stop!”

But Hawks wasn’t about to stop. He revelled in the sight of Dabi—the usually stoic, sharp-tongued villain—reduced to a squirming, breathless mess. His pale cheeks were flushed, his turquoise eyes squeezed shut as laughter bubbled out of him in uneven bursts.

“See?” Hawks teased, his voice soft and teasing. “You’re not as tough as you pretend to be.”

Dabi’s fingers tightened around Hawks’ wrists, but his grip was weak, his strength sapped by the relentless tickling. His laughter was raspy, mingled with frustrated growls and breathless curses. “I-I swear to god, when I—hahaha—when I get my hands on you—”

Hawks chuckled, his fingers slowing just enough to let Dabi catch a breath. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do?”

Dabi’s chest heaved as he glared up at Hawks, his lips trembling with suppressed laughter. “You’re gonna pay for this, birdie.”

Hawks’ eyes sparkled. “I’m shaking in my feathers.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dabi’s flushed cheek. “But before that, I think you need just a *little* more.”

Dabi’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic returning. “Wait—no—”

But Hawks was already moving. His hands shot up, fingers diving under Dabi’s arms, wiggling into the hollows of his underarms.

“*Hah—Hawks!*” Dabi’s laughter exploded out of him, raw and unrestrained. His body thrashed beneath Hawks, his legs kicking wildly. “S-Stop—*fuck!* I c-can’t—hahahaha!”

Hawks laughed along with him, his heart fluttering at the rare, vulnerable sound of Dabi’s genuine laughter. He eased up after a few seconds, his fingers slowing until they came to a gentle stop.

Dabi collapsed against the bed, his chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths. His cheeks were a deep crimson, a few stray tears clinging to the corners of his eyes. He glared up at Hawks with a look that promised vengeance, but the soft, fond glow in his eyes betrayed him.

“You… are the worst,” Dabi rasped, his voice shaky.

Hawks grinned, leaning down to brush his lips against Dabi’s. “And you’re the best for putting up with me.”

Dabi’s glare softened into a smirk. “You’re still gonna pay for that.”