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On Wednesdays We Wear Black (A DabiHawks Mean Girls AU) | First Chapter

Summary: Meet the Plastics of UA High School: Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, and Tsunagu Hakamada. When Pro Boxer Endeavor moves to town, Keigo decides the best way to get his idol's support is to "befriend" his only son: Touya Todoroki. But when tensions rise between the Plastics, Keigo must choose what and who he values more.

Tags: DabiHawks, Mean Girls AU, High School AU, (some age changes), angst with a happy ending, swearing, no Quirks, falling in love, betrayal, bullying, only child Dabi, ab*s!ve Endeavor, emo Dabi, jock hawks, kissing

Word Count: TBD (Chapter One is 1,445 words)

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Chapter One: Fresh Meat

Three pairs of pink boots strut down the halls of UA High School. The Plastics, more so known as the three star athletes and most popular kids in school, stalk toward the cafeteria as the lunch bell rings. Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, and Tsunagu Hakamada burst into the lunchroom, all wearing complementing pink outfits, as they all tended to match on Wednesdays. Keigo was the ringleader of the trio, ranking the highest in both grades and medals for the school. Rumi was Keigo’s best friend and most loyal confidante, being an all-around badass and the most popular girl in school. Finally, Tsunagu, AKA Tsu, was the denim-clad ditz of the group, always there to carry out Keigo and Rumi’s wishes at any moment. There were rumors starting over the past month that the most coveted celebrity, Enji Todoroki, AKA Pro Boxer Endeavor, had moved into town, and his eldest son was going to be attending school. Keigo was absolutely determined to get in with this kid; Endeavor was his idol, and befriending his son was a surefire way to get him noticed. Maybe even get an autograph or a selfie…maybe get him mentored or get him a recommendation to a boxing league. Besides, Keigo assumed the Todoroki son would be just like his father; tall, muscular, knows what he wants, probably with a shock of auburn hair and athletic as fuck. He’d probably have his father’s abrasive and confident personality to boot. Surely, he’d fit right in with the Plastics; Keigo would invite him to join in on their weekly antics of wearing pink on Wednesdays. 

The Plastics burst into the cafeteria, and Keigo’s eyes scan the tables, looking for the eldest Todoroki son. He looks between the cliques: the gamer nerds, the varsity jocks, the stoners, the art freaks, the band geeks. His eyes fall on the outcasts: Himiko and Jin, his old friends before rising to popularity. They give him narrowed side-eyed glances, which he ignores. He once again scans over the varsity jocks, but he doesn’t find anyone who resembles his hero. 

“Maybe he ended up going to the private school, Keigo,” Rumi huffs, putting her hand on her bestie’s shoulder before they head to their normal table. Keigo sighs; it wouldn’t surprise him, but he was so hoping that Endeavor would write him a recommendation for a Pro boxing league. The moment Keigo sits down, a resounding crash echoes throughout the cafeteria, and an awkward silence envelops the space. All heads turn to face the source; a scrawny, pale kid with scraggly black hair is scrambling to pick up the remains of his lunch tray after he tripped and slammed his face into the ground. Slowly, laughter bubbles up through the tables, and, soon, the kid looks up in complete horror to realize that, not only did the entire student body notice, but they thought it was hilarious…on top of this being his first impression. 

“What a fucking LOSER!” Rumi jeers, and one of the jocks from the table closest to the scene unceremoniously uncaps his water bottle before flipping it. It immediately goes all over the freshman on the ground as he lifts his head. The teacher closest to the Plastics’ table merely shakes her head.

“Poor Todoroki,” she mumbles, and Keigo’s blood suddenly turns cold. 

‘Todoroki??? As in… that’s his son?!’ Keigo’s mind swims as he watches the complete opposite of what he was expecting start crying like a sniveling animal before throwing his tray away and harshly stomping out of the cafeteria, letting the double doors slam behind him. 

“Oh, fucking shit ,” Keigo curses under his breath as he grabs his backpack and stands up to go follow him before the other Plastics can compose themselves. In a flash, he’s bursting through the doors, eyes scanning the hallways for any sign of where he might’ve run off to. His eyes fall on the boys’ bathroom, and he walks in. All the stalls are open except one, and he can clearly see someone sitting on the floor…and hear him crying. Keigo takes a deep breath and walks to the stall door before clearing his throat and knocking. The crying stops instantly. 

“You alright?” Keigo manages to ask, practically gritting his teeth through it. He didn’t want to associate with someone so beneath him…but if he was a Todoroki … He can hear the boy sniffling in the stall, probably trying to get a grip. 

“Hey, don’t let any of those dickwads get to you. Trust me, I’ve definitely seen worse fuck-ups in this school,” Keigo laughs, but Touya remains reserved, sitting on the floor. Keigo rolls his eyes and sighs, muttering curses in his head as he regretfully sits down, back up against the wall; just the door separates them. He can see a pair of black Converse and ripped acid-wash jeans, along with part of a black hoodie. He has his arms folded over his knees, and Keigo can see that he has black painted nails that are definitely Sharpie. 

“So…gonna guess you’re new?” Keigo poses, and, just when he’s about to give up, Touya speaks.

“First day.”

“Hell of a first day,” Keigo chuckles half-heartedly, and his eyes light up when he hears a returning laugh. His plan is working.

“Yeah,” Touya sighs. He’s finally stopped crying, and his eyes are red and puffy, smearing the black eyeliner that he’d put on his waterline. “My name’s Touya. Touya Todoroki.”

“Keigo Takami,” Keigo replies with a faux wide smile. “So…you gonna come on out?”

Touya blinks hard before he starts to shake. The thought of going out again right after everyone just saw him eat shit and faceplant wrecks his body with a wave of anxiety. 

“I’ll…probably just skip the rest of the day,” He admits shakily, and Keigo quietly rolls his eyes, his lip curling at the inconvenience. He’s gonna have to try harder. He unzips his backpack and pulls out his limited edition Endeavor lunch box, unclasping it and grabbing half of a PB&J sandwich in a Ziploc bag. He shuts the lunch box and shoves it back into his bag before sliding the sandwich under the door.

“Here. Since most of your lunch ended up on your shirt. Hope you’re not allergic,” Keigo murmurs, overemphasizing syrupy kindness in his words. Touya’s lip trembles as he picks up the bag, a small smile forming on his face.

“Thanks.”

“It’s nothing. Hey, look for the pink varsity jacket tomorrow at lunch. You can sit with me and my friends,” Keigo replies with a devilish smirk as he pushes himself up off the floor. 

“Thank you…again,” Touya’s voice cracks softly before Keigo leaves the bathroom.

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…

“Dude, everyone saw you run after that moron like a lost puppy. What the fuck was that?” Rumi blurts as soon as Keigo re-enters the cafeteria, promptly sitting down at their table as he grabs the other half of his sandwich. 

“That moron is Endeavor’s son!” Keigo hisses, and Rumi’s eyes widen as Tsu connects the dots. 

“Holy shit,” Tsu mutters, running a comb through his perfect blonde hair, “So he’s like, a total dork?! Are we sure he’s not adopted?” 

“Tsu, shut the fuck up,” Keigo snaps before taking a bite of his sandwich. “He’s my way into getting a letter of recommendation from the top boxer in the nation.”

“I’m pretty sure Endeavor is like…number two? Not number one?” Rumi interjects, but Keigo completely ignores her. “The point is. I make the rules in this friend group. And I say we're going to rope him into a charade. I'll get a recommendation from his dad. You guys get autographed merch that you can sell online. Everybody wins.”

Rumi straightens up in her chair, tucking a silver strand of hair behind her ear as she mutters something about designer shoes. Tsu just stares blankly before nodding. 

“We’re going to let him sit with us from now on. We’re going to act all buddy buddy. I’m gonna ask if we can study at his house. I’ll get to meet his Dad. I’ll invite him to my boxing match. He’ll see what potential I have. I’ll get into a good program and have him as a mentor. You guys get fame by association. It’ll be great,” Keigo rambles through mouthfuls, and Rumi rolls her eyes. 

“And how is having that Hot Topic twig around going to smear our reputation, huh? He’s going to stand out like a sore thumb with the three of us,” She sneers, and Keigo mulls it over in his head before saying matter-of-factly:

“From now on, on Wednesdays, we wear black.”

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Ah yes. Me. My boyfriend. And his 4am zoomies.

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DabiHawks Week 2024

Hey y'all! As soon as I finish the last chapter of my DabiHawks Mean Girls AU I will be working on DabiHawks Week 2024! I will be posting them on my AO3 and I'll hint at which prompts I'm doing for each day below, but I wanted to see if y'all want me to also post these oneshots on here!

Day One: Dead Dove (Villain Hawks X Hero Touya AU)

Day Two: Dead Dove (Fantasy AU)

Day Three: Dead Dove (Canon-ish)

Day Four: SFW (Post-canon)

Day Five: NSFW (Canon-ish)

Day Six: NSFW (Canon-ish)

Day Seven: SFW (Canon-ish)

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Rays of Lust

Summary: Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. OR Hawks and Dabi have sleepy, uncoordinated, emotional morning s3x.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, swearing, making out, Dabi cries blood, sleepy cuddles

Word Count: 1,645 words

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Spicy Tags: sub b0ttom Dabi, t0p d0m Hawks, morning s3x, aftercare, sleepy s3x, foreplay, a n a l sex, fr0ttage, multiple s3x positions

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Sunlight filters in through the curtains of Hawks’ apartment, casting thin rays over the tangled bedsheets and highlighting the two bodies intertwined in the bed. It’s a cold October morning, and a chill runs down Hawks’ spine, the light shining on his eyelids and forcing him to stir. He blinks through his blurred, sleepy vision to see Dabi passed out, chin almost pressing into the top of his head with one arm lazily draped over his wing. Keigo’s face is pressed up right against Dabi’s neck, and he instinctively starts softly sinking his teeth into the scarred flesh. He could never get enough of kissing Dabi…the way he felt…the way he tasted…Hawks was obsessed . The pressure wakes Dabi up with a breathy groan, pleasure pooling in the pit of his stomach at the feeling of his lover’s tongue on his skin. 

“G’morning,” Dabi sleepily grunts, practically melting at the sensation and leaning into his lover’s embrace as Hawks pulls him closer, running a hand slowly down his back. Dabi shivers, back slightly arching into the Pro’s touch. 

“Mmmmorning,” Hawks huffs in return, peppering the healthy flesh on his chest in hickeys. Dabi borderline whines before haphazardly moving his fingers through Hawks’ feathers. The Pro Hero moans at the sensation, his voice low and gravelly in his throat as arousal builds between his legs. His brain is a tangled mess of groggy thoughts, but steadily, the need for Dabi starts pulsing through his veins. His dick brushes against Dabi’s, and the fire-user whines as his cock slowly hardens. They’re never this frisky in the morning, but Dabi’s clearly not opposed to it. 

“ Fuck ,” The word falls from Dabi’s lips in a raspy whisper, and Hawks catches on, lust glazing over his eyes as he starts rocking his hips, deliberately rubbing their cocks together. Dabi’s eyelids flutter, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He’s so fucking touch-starved, and suffocating, sloppy foreplay seems like heaven to start the day with. 

“I want you bad , baby,” Hawks slurs with a yawn, and Dabi mumbles his reciprocation, a smirk playing at his lips through labored breaths at the thought. He was gonna get way more than foreplay this morning.

Hawks grabs the underside of his thigh, pushing his legs up and apart, one of his hands cupping Dabi’s ass cheek. The villain gasps when he feels the lube sloppily rubbing against him, cold and slick and uncomfortable considering he’s half-asleep. Still, he is absolutely craving Hawks to the point where it’s borderline painful. His cock throbs against Hawks’ abs as he feels the Pro lining up his own cock with his entrance, beads of precum dripping from both of them. 

“Ohhh… fuck ,” Dabi moans, cheeks flushing red as he feels Hawks stretching him open. Hawks pants as he pushes in, eyes only half-open, tongue lolling as they quickly dissolve into a tangle of tongues and limbs. Hawks licks at the scars on Dabi’s neck, and Dabi’s hands find their way into the Pro’s blonde hair, holding the back of his head. Slowly, the hero rolls his hips, and wanton groans are practically punched out of Dabi as his eyelids flutter shut, completely giving in to his lover. Their breaths hang warm and hushed in the air as they cling to each other, partially for warmth and partially for passion. 

“Feels good ,” Hawks trills, pumping his hips as the slow, soft sounds of skin slapping skin echo through the bedroom. Dabi blinks, his hand coming up to cup Hawks’ chin and forcing their eyes to lock before he smashes his lips against the hero’s. Their tongues dance, Hawks’ delicately tracing over the stitching in Dabi’s. 

“I want you closer ,” Hawks rasps in a husky whisper, his speech slurring as his wing wraps around Dabi, feathers pressing into his back, and the villain practically sobs when his erection presses harder against his lover. A yawn turns into yet another voice-cracking moan from Dabi as Hawks ruts up into his guts, the tempo deep and deliberate and dazed. The rhythm is uncoordinated and desperate, after all, they’re both still half-asleep, but they’re overcome with an insatiable need for one another’s touch in the most primal way possible. 

“Mmmngh… Hawks …mmmngh,” Dabi whimpers between deep kisses as they frantically connect each other’s lips, mouthing at one another like starving animals. Dabi’s brain is numb from giving up control, focusing solely on Hawks’ touch. Part of him wonders if maybe this is just a sex dream that he’s having…until Hawks changes the angle…and he’s suddenly very aware that this is anything but a dream. It’s an overwhelming reality that sends stars across his vision and sparks beneath his skin; it makes his heart pound against his ribs and his lips move to only form his lover’s name over and over again until he’s drooling. Hawks digs his fingernails into Dabi’s thighs, blinking hard as if he’s trying to fully wake up; he groans when he hits Dabi’s prostate, feeling the villain's whole body twitch beneath him. He grinds slow and steady, completely lost in the pleasure and…what was that other emotion? Love or delusion…he can’t decide which. The wind blows through the open window, and Dabi shudders, suddenly very cold despite his fiery Quirk. Hawks notices the shift and makes a begrudging effort to change positions, keeping his cock inside Dabi as he lifts him up and pulls him into his lap, wings wrapping around his scarred back for support. They’re encased in a crimson cocoon, safe and warm and filled with the heat of ecstasy. Hawks’ hands firmly grip Dabi’s hips, and he bounces him up and down forcibly, making the villain’s eyes roll back into his head as he covers his mouth with shaking hands, trying to quiet his slutty moans. Still, the muffled noises kiss Hawks’ ears, making the Pro swallow a grin as he falls into a rhythm that has Dabi utterly addicted. 

“Fffffffuck meeee ~Ha- Hawks ~!” Dabi slurs, dragging his hands down his face before grasping at Hawks’ chest, trying to ground himself. The gesture has Hawks in a puddle of devotion as his heart drops, and his movements get sloppy. He keeps his eyes locked on Dabi, watching the crimson tears streak down his cheeks and the sweat bead on his brow. Whispered curses pour from the hero’s mouth with every thrust as they both coax closer to climax. 

“So pretty. So pretty, darling,” Hawks groans, calloused hands gently tracing up Dabi’s sides. “So good for me, Dabi,” He gasps, muscles tensing as he feels the high climbing. Suddenly, Dabi crumbles to pieces, back arching and fingernails digging into Hawks’ pecs as he comes without warning, painting his lover’s tanned chest white. When Dabi clenches around Hawks, something snaps. 

His wings flare back, and Dabi falls, head hitting the pillow as Hawks suddenly launches into a mating press, wildly fucking into Dabi who can’t help but scream for the hero. Hawks laps at Dabi’s tears, tongue dragging across his face as his voice pitches into a cry; he empties into his lover, hips stuttering and feathers stiffening before he pulls out and collapses on top of him. They’re both panting, struggling to catch their breath from the sudden sexual frenzy, and, slowly, the rising and falling of Dabi’s chest evens out. Hawks looks up to see the villain’s eyes closed, mouth hanging open in a gasp as his body completely relaxes. 

“Nuh-uh-uh,” Hawks clicks his tongue, huffing as he lightly taps on Dabi’s cheek. “No going back to sleep. I have a patrol shift at eight. Get your ass up.”

Dabi growls in annoyance, gritting his teeth and loathing the fact that the hero can’t make up some lame excuse to miss work today. He’d love nothing more than to just rest and relax in those strong crimson wings as his brain floats away into nothingness. 

“Just…hold me…for a little while,” Dabi mumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around Hawks and pulling him flush against his chest, the both of them sticky and sweaty and only slightly more awake than when they started. Hawks rolls his eyes but nuzzles into the crook of Dabi’s neck, feathers brushing against the villain’s face. His alarm hasn’t gone off yet…he can wait a few more minutes before showering. Hawks takes a deep breath, relishing in the afterglow as he regains control of his senses. For a few moments, he was Keigo again. Walls down. Instincts rampant. Lost in his own urges. At the same time, Dabi feels like Touya for the first time in years, letting his overwhelming emotions completely consume him. He had to bite his own tongue to not call Hawks by his real name in his delirious state during their session. Dabi sighs, muscles sore and mind scrambled as his hands snake up between Hawks’ wings, tracing soft circles on his back. 

Hawks rubs his eyes, determined to not fall asleep in the scarred man’s embrace…but…it’s so comforting. The way Dabi treats him with such reverent grace is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. 

“Stay…don’t…go…,” Dabi yawns between deep inhales, wishing he could sleep in Keigo’s bed all day. The gears in Hawks’ brain start turning…maybe he could ask for the day off and pass it off as getting more intel. After all, it would mean spending all day in his penthouse with Dabi. 

“Mmm…I’ll call out if you get the fuck up and shower with me,” Hawks mutters, words muffling into Dabi’s neck. The villain cracks open an eye, mulling over the idea in his head. 

“Can we have shower sex?” Dabi whispers earnestly, his voice hoarse and wanting. Hawks’ ears perk up at the request, and a smug smirk curls at his lips.

“Of course we can have shower sex.”

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O*B*S*E*S*S*E*D

Summary: Dabi is beyond obsessed. He’s obsessed with the way that Hawks cries out when they’re fucking. He’s obsessed with the way Hawks looks pinned beneath him, writhing and clinging for dear life to the bed, breath hot and heavy in the air. Dabi is obsessed with his new toy and everything he has to offer…at least…that’s what he keeps telling himself.

Hawks is suffocating. He's drowning in ideals that he's been conditioned to ignore and cast aside. Now, he finds that instead of drowning in the blood of his enemies, he's drunk off love and lust...underneath one of Japan's most wanted.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: DabiHawks, obsessive/possessive Dabi, heavy smut, swearing, making out, intimacy

Word Count: 3,087 words

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Spicy Tags: T0p d0m Dabi, sub b0ttom Hawks, a n a l sex, bl0wjobs, sloppy/sleepy s3x and kisses, morning s3x, aftercare, explicit s3xual content

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Dabi is beyond obsessed. He’s obsessed with the way that Hawks cries out when they’re fucking. He’s obsessed with the way Hawks looks pinned beneath him, writhing and clinging for dear life to the bed, breath hot and heavy in the air. Dabi is obsessed with his new toy and everything he has to offer…at least…that’s what he keeps telling himself. It's getting harder and harder for him to swallow his emotions. His mask slips around Hawks; he catches himself letting Touya slip through the cracks, staring at the hero with wide, shining eyes full of hope and talking until his throat hurts. It's...easier with Hawks. Dabi doesn't understand it. His guard should be up. His walls should be impenetrable. Still, from their very first kiss, Dabi's felt like his soul has been snatched up. He can only maintain his uncaring facade for so long until they're alone, and then, he finds himself whispering sweet nothings in Hawks' ears. He finds himself wanting Hawks. 

At the same time, Hawks is suffocating. He's drowning in ideals that he's been conditioned to ignore and cast aside. Now, he finds that instead of drowning in the blood of his enemies, he's drunk off love and lust...underneath one of Japan's most wanted. He didn't expect Dabi to be so intentional and intimate. Inviting Dabi into his bed became commonplace after their first time, when Dabi carefully and consensually coaxed him to climax, checking in with him more times than should've been necessary. Dabi was a villain. He shouldn't have cared how Hawks felt about their little fling...if that's all it was. Hawks was used to being used...and sex with Dabi should've been no different. Except, it was. It was so abhorrently different that it flipped Hawks' brain inside out. Sex with Dabi felt safe, and it was extremely concerning and a little insane to even consider "Dabi" and "safe" in the same breath. But, it was comforting. Hawks craved the villain's sweet embrace with such a violent thirst that it felt unbearable. Every fleeting touch made his wings stiffen and his heart flutter. 

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Hawks was just finishing up his patrol shift when his phone buzzed in his pocket. In truth, he thought it was the HPSC leader bugging him for more intel on the League; he certainly was caught off guard by the "you up?" text from Dabi followed by the address of a love hotel. Hawks snorts before he dials the burner phone he's memorized by heart. 

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Only supposed to call for emergencies, birdie," Dabi hums mockingly into the phone as he lounges on the king-sized hotel bed. 

"You're the one who sent me you up," Hawks chides, and Dabi rolls his eyes, resting a scarred arm behind his head as he kicks off his leather boots. 

"I've got an update for you. Wanna discuss it in person," He admits, keeping his descriptions minimal. Dabi's whole identity has been mystique, a charming similarity that he finds in Hawks. 

"Sure you're not just horny?" Hawks teases, a glimmer of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. 

There's a brief silence and a scoff, and, when Dabi speaks again, there's a distinct edge to his voice:

"Are you coming or not?"

'Did he take offense to that?' Hawks wonders, eyebrows raising at the prospect of the villain hinting at mutual feelings. Neither of them voiced that they cared for one another...not explicitly. Sure, the longing touches following hookups were a little more than casual, and the gentle words they whispered to one another were a little more than simple seductions. Hawks runs over his schedule for the following day in his head before deciding he can afford a night with Dabi.

"Be there in ten."

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...

Hawks turns the hotel room key over and over between his fingers as he struts down the hallway, thoughts spiraling in his brain.

What intel could Dabi have gathered? Had he figured out that he was a lying bastard? Had the villains made even more advances? Was he just looking for a quickie?

Finally, he finds the right hotel room, and he straightens up his posture, looking around to make sure there's no civilians before he puts the key in the lock. Hawks opens the door to find Dabi sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, filing his nails. Dabi's not ripped by any means, but it doesn't mean he's not nice to look at shirtless. Hawks quickly slips in, closing the door behind him, and the motion makes Dabi look up with a smug smirk plastered on his face. 

"There's the pretty bird," Dabi murmurs, clicking his tongue, "You're late."

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Ten minutes and thirty seconds."

"Had to find the right room," Hawks sniffs, trying to act like he doesn't care. Besides, Dabi's just being annoying on purpose. He tends to do that. Dabi wipes his hands on his jeans, brushing away the fine dust before tossing the file toward his folded jacket in the corner. He takes a good look at Hawks, eyes analyzing every inch of the Pro Hero. Hawks tries not to squirm beneath his gaze. 

"You look tired," Dabi says flatly, though it's unable to read whether his tone is out of pity or mockery. 

"Just got off shift," Hawks yawns, eyes suddenly feeling particularly heavy. "So. What's the update?"

"All business, ain't ya, Hawks?" Dabi snorts, lip curling the tiniest bit, but Hawks doesn't notice...either that or he doesn't care. "The update...I think you're ready to come with me to the Paranormal Liberation Front hideout."

Hawks' eyes light up. He's that much closer to getting intel on Shigaraki's whereabouts. "Really?"

"Don't act so surprised, hero. I don't just let anyone sleep with me," Dabi mutters under his breath, accidentally letting the last sentence leave his lips rather than letting it stay in his brain. His words stick with Hawks for a few moments before the Hero Commission's mission invades the hero's mind. Hawks is going to make it possible. A world where heroes have too much time on their hands. A safe world...far different than the world he grew up in. 

"When are we going?" Hawks blurts, anticipation boiling in his veins. His eagerness calls Dabi's walls up, setting off alarm bells that he wishes would shut the fuck up. 

"Tomorrow. I got in a bit of a spat with my co-lieutenant today. Decided I'd rather spend a night with you out here rather than in that swanky mansion. No spy cameras here," Dabi sighs, leaning back and stretching. 

"Spy cameras?" Hawks cocks his head. 

"Don't worry about it," Dabi shakes his head, realizing he's already said too much. Hawks blinks before noticing just how heavy his body feels. He'd spent all day catching low-level criminals and stopping villain attacks. He's in desperate need of a shower...and probably Dabi. He sees the glint in his lover's ocean-blue eyes and gulps. 

'Most definitely Dabi,' He thinks to himself. 

"Hey. I'm gonna go hop in the shower," Hawks stammers, eager to get into bed with the villain as soon as possible...eager to feel those sweet caresses that almost make him forget why he's sleeping with Dabi in the first place. Dabi's eyes become half-lidded, a devilish grin forming on his scar-laden mug as he watches Hawks walk into the connected bathroom and shut the door behind him. 

...

Steam pours out of the bathroom when Hawks opens the door, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, water droplets clinging to his muscular frame, highlighting the curves and ridges that Dabi loves to trace with his tongue. Dabi's already stripped down to his underwear, still sitting on the edge of the bed, taking in the sight before him. The Pro approaches, letting the towel drop before straddling Dabi's lap, forcing a breathy gasp from the villain's throat as their erections grind against one another. 

"Fuck," Dabi huffs, hands caressing Hawks' sides, wrapping around his back to scratch the space between his wings as Hawks drapes his own arms around Dabi's neck. Soft whimpers rumble in Hawks' throat as he rocks his hips, his voice thick with desire. 

"Baby, I think you're too tired to get railed," Dabi chuckles, once again adopting that taunting tone despite his obvious arousal. Hawks borderline whines; he needs to blow off some steam after his shift. He needs Dabi to fuck him senseless...but he's right. He's too tired. 

"Shut up," Hawks retorts with a particularly rough thrust that sends sparks up Dabi's spine, making his head feel fuzzy and his dick uncomfortably hard. He reaches up, cupping the hero's face before letting his eyelids flutter closed and connecting their lips in a tender kiss. Hawks hums into the gesture, eyes rolling back into his head as his senses go into overdrive. Kissing Dabi is intoxicating. The way his mismatched lips fit perfectly between Hawks'. The way Dabi's stitched tongue traces every inch of his mouth is simultaneously overwhelming yet delicate; it drives Hawks wild. 

Hawks kisses Dabi back passionately, pulling him closer as one kiss becomes one thousand. The villain's hands find their way to his lover's shoulders, and he promptly uses his body weight and momentum to send them hurtling onto the bed; Hawks is pinned beneath him, their lips never once part. Hawks groans Dabi's name into his mouth, making the villain shudder, tongues intertwining. Dabi breaks free from the kiss with a raspy sigh, pupils blown out as he sinks his teeth into the side of Hawks' neck. The hero moans, head in the clouds as he feels Dabi's fangs softly sinking into his flesh, just hard enough to leave a mark. Dabi pulls away, bringing his lips to Hawks' ear as he whispers:

"You wanna feel good, birdie?" 

Hawks chews his bottom lip, nodding vigorously...embarrassingly vigorously. It makes Dabi have to swallow a chuckle. 

"You remember the safe word?" Dabi asks, pressing kisses beneath Hawks' earlobe as the hero hums a "yes". 

"Relax for me," The villain sighs as he begins kissing all the way down Hawks' body. Hawks watches Dabi's head slowly move down, lips grazing the space between his pecs and trailing to his six-pack. He can't help the noise that bursts from his mouth when his lover starts kissing from the bottom of his shaft all the way up to his tip. The hero shudders, wings flaring out behind him on the bed and flexing as Dabi teasingly licks up and down his cock, flashing that impressively long tongue of his. Dabi's tongue is warm and feels utterly heavenly against his skin, and the villain adores the sounds he's forcing out of Hawks. The hums and whines kiss his scarred ears and make lust boil in his gut. Carefully, Dabi sucks Hawks' tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around the soft flesh and making the hero's toes curl. 

"Shit, Dabs," Hawks groans, trying so hard not to buck his hips and force Dabi to deepthroat him all at once. In the handful of times that they've hooked up, Dabi's managed to memorize all of Hawks' weak points...at least when it comes to sex. 

"You taste so good," Dabi rasps, pulling back before taking Hawks all the way into his throat. Dabi groans at the taste of Hawks' pre-come coating his tongue, hands braced against Hawks' muscular thighs, fingernails ever so slightly digging into his skin as he sucks him off. "So fucking good."

Hawks' pleasure-filled sighs are music to Dabi's ears, and his eyes roll back into his head as Dabi expertly presses his tongue against his shaft. Hawks doesn't know when Dabi lubed up his fingers, but the moment he feels cold pressing against his hole, it makes him tense up. 

"Relax," Dabi mutters with his mouth full of cock as he rubs the ring of muscle. Hawks sighs, raising his arms to cover his eyes as his cheeks heat up, and he focuses on the sensations. He focuses on Dabi's tongue, on Dabi's fingers, on Dabi. A flighty curse leaves Hawks' lips, voice breaking as Dabi delicately presses a finger inside, gently curling it as he takes Hawks further into his mouth. 

"Gonna come," Hawks trills, sweat beading on his brow as Dabi starts scissoring him open, fingers gently massaging his insides. Dabi takes him all the way once again, and Hawks sees stars. The heat of the villain's mouth, the way he's unconsciously rutting against Dabi's fingers, fucking himself deeper to Dabi's delight, it's all too much for the Pro Hero.

Hawks' orgasm wrecks his whole body, shivers of pleasure rolling through his bones as he spurts ropes of cum down Dabi's throat. The villain drinks it eagerly, almost enthusiastically, sucking through the orgasm and flexing his fingers against Hawks' prostate. When Hawks is out of breath and whimpering pathetically, Dabi pulls his slick lips off of his cock with a resounding pop. He sighs, lying down on the bed next to Hawks before pulling the blankets up over them. 

"Was it good for you?" Hawks asks, half-chuckling between deep breaths.

"It'll be good for me in the morning...if you're up for it," Dabi sighs with a smile before wrapping his arms around Hawks, pulling him into his chest. 

"Goodnight, Dabi," Hawks huffs, letting the relief wash over him as he yawns.

"Goodnight."

...

...

Sunrise manages to seep into the dark room of the love hotel, coming in through the almost opaque curtains and striking the crumpled bedsheets. Dabi is the first to stir, eyes blinking open to see Hawks' sleeping form. He hates the smile that instantly spreads across his face. He's got feelings for a hero...whether he wants to recognize what type of feelings they are or not. He crawls closer, pressing his lips to Hawks' forehead. The hero stirs, stretching his wings out, pupils turning to slits when he sees Dabi as he panics for a split second. It only takes another nanosecond for him to remember that he's not in any danger. 

"Morning," Hawks grins, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

"G'mornin, birdie," Dabi sneers before pressing his lips to Hawks' in a sleepy, passionate kiss. Hawks hums into Dabi's mouth, leaning into his embrace. It doesn't take long for them to become a tangle of limbs and tongues, slowly growing erections rocking against one another as they connect their lips over and over again. 

"Wanna fuck you," Dabi slurs between sloppy kisses, "so bad."

"Please," Hawks whimpers, voice cracking between lip locks as his hands hastily run through Dabi's hair, dragging down to the scars on his shoulder blade where Hawks feels the rough patch of skin. Their labored breaths seem to echo off of the walls of the love hotel room, sweat beading on their bodies as they fluidly grind against each other.

"God, Hawks," Dabi moans lowly, words flowing like molasses on his tongue from his half-asleep brain. He grips Hawks' hips before reaching down and grabbing the underside of his thighs. 

"You ready, baby?" Dabi slurs, and Hawks nods, sleepy tears in his eyes as Dabi reaches over onto the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube and groaning as he strokes it over his cock. 

"Want you so bad," Dabi pants, softly biting his bottom lip as he slicks up his dick, lining it up with Hawks' hole. He lifts up Hawks' legs, spreading them up and apart as he slowly slips in, groaning as Hawks' walls squeeze every inch. 

"Dabi-hah-you-fuck you feel so good," Hawks stutters, eyes welling with tears as he focuses on the sensation of his lover stretching him open. The subtle praise goes right to Dabi's cock, and he slips all the way inside with a crisp smack of skin against skin. Dabi haphazardly rocks his hips back and forth, punching the air out of Hawks' lungs. 

"No one else can touch you," Dabi rasps, his voice ragged and gravelly, distorted by the brief sighs polluting his resolve. "No one else can fuck you. No one else. But me. Only me."

Hawks crumbles beneath Dabi's possessive words. He's never felt wanted...not really. Not in the ways that Dabi makes him feel wanted. 

"You're mine. You're fucking miiine," Dabi slurs, drunk off his own pleasure as he pants between languid thrusts. 

"I'm yours," Hawks chokes, tears streaming down his face, sleepy and euphoric. His brain is jelly, and his vision is blurry; he can't concentrate on anything but Dabi. 

"Mine," The villain groans, dissolving into the feeling of Hawks clamping down on him, into the sight of Hawks completely wrecked beneath him, into the sounds of Hawks crying in ecstasy, into the smells of pure, raw passion.

The rhythm of lovemaking is sloppy and all over the place, after all, they're both still half-asleep. Still, it's intoxicating, exhilarating, and everything in between. It's otherworldly. They're both so drunk on love and lust and ecstasy. 

"C'mere," Dabi sighs, leaning down and connecting their lips, kissing Hawks while they fuck. Hawks moans into Dabi's mouth, the vibrations tasting sweeter than honey on the villain's tongue. Dabi can feel the overwhelming rush rising in the pit of his stomach, his orgasm threatening to ravage him at any moment. 

"Close," Dabi gasps, grunting as his dick pulses inside Hawks. "Where do you want it?"

"Inside," Hawks blubbers, "Come inside me."

Dabi practically sticks his tongue down Hawks' throat as his hand snakes down his body and wraps around the hero's leaking cock, pumping his hand while he ruts up into his guts. Hawks cries out, back arching as he rapidly approaches his own climax. 

"Fuck," Dabi chokes out as he comes without warning, hips jerking as he empties inside of Hawks. It doesn't take long for Hawks to release into Dabi's hand, and, soon, they're both flushed and sweaty.

Hawks sighs as Dabi releases his flagging erection, and Dabi licks the pro's cum off his hand, never once breaking eye contact. Hawks shudders, even more blood rushing to his cheeks as he comes down from the high. 

"Gonna pull out. Ready?" Dabi huffs, and Hawks murmurs in agreement. Slowly, the villain and the hero separate, bodies still entangled, yet not as intimately as moments ago. Dabi rests on top of Hawks, listening to the feathered hero's heartbeat as he rests his head on his chest. 

"So...hah...we heading to the hideout?" Hawks chuckles, and Dabi grunts in irritation. 

"Gimme a minute. Then we'll go."

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[thesakuragarnet]

There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.

The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.

Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.

I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)

Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.

[thesakuragarnet]

Writing a mental breakdown scene is one of the easiest things for me. I pour out my emotions, everything that I've been holding back, I just write them down. It's raw and beautiful and I rarely call anything I like beautiful but this... those scenes are so very close to perfection. Nothing makes sense and that's what makes them real and emotional

[thesakuragarnet]

Just found out today that my friend posts fanfiction as well.

She told me, nervously, that she posts her writing. And I was like oh! me too!

And her eyes lit up, I’m saying, LIT. UP.

She was like… what do you write?

I was like… fanfiction.

And she was like girl…

ME TOO!

I asked where she posts her writing.

She whispered “Ao3.”

Girl…

ME TOO.

The duration of our conversation included giggling and talking about our fandoms like maniacs.

The best feeling is when you’re able to invite a friend into your secret world of fandoms and fanfiction.

[thesakuragarnet]

pro-hero au dabihawks!

[thesakuragarnet]

happy international asexuality day !!! 🤍💜🩶🖤

What The Heart Wants

Summary: After months of working with Hawks, Dabi comes to a realization.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! S3XUAL TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Non-Spicy Tags: Demisexual Dabi, DabiHawks, League Of Villains as Family, Wingwoman Toga, Pre-Paranormal Liberation Arc, Falling in love/lust, sexuality crisis, Toga & Dabi have a sibling dynamic, light humor, fluff, light smut, innuendo

Word Count: 2,775 words

AO3 link

Spicy-related tags: ma$turbation through clothes (interrupted), dry humping a pillow, awkward boners, sexual frustration, awkward sexual situations, fantasizing, mild sexual content

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"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is bad," Dabi mutters to himself over and over again as he paces around the empty meeting room, running his hands through his cheaply dyed hair as if threatening to tear it out. He wasn't supposed to feel things...not these types of things. He'd never...felt things before. Growing up, he had no interest in crushes in school; he had complete tunnel vision on his hero dream. He kept himself isolated. He didn't attempt to make friends. The only people he'd ever talked to were Natsuo and Fuyumi, and even then, it was rare. Since his accident, the only people he'd interacted with were the League members. They'd become his new family. It was the closest thing to familial love that he'd actually felt , but still...it wasn't the same as whatever this was. This was more than a family bond...this didn't feel like a family bond at all. Whatever he was refusing to give a name to that applied to a certain Pro Hero...it was completely novel. In his heart, Dabi knew exactly what it was. It felt disgusting to admit. It felt... feral... the ways in which he suddenly wanted Hawks. He wasn't used to it. They'd been meeting one to three times a week for the past several months. At first, he kept a good distance from him, but, gradually, Hawks had been welcomed into the Paranormal Liberation Front. He'd slept on their couch; he'd played video games with Twice. The only thing he never did was sit in on the private meetings that the Regiment leaders conducted. Dabi had gotten to know him better. And...last night, they'd just been having a regular conversation. Something regarding Best Jeanist's death, Dabi couldn't remember exactly. What he could remember was the genuine laugh that came from Hawks' lips. It sent shivers down his spine and made him stand up a little straighter. He'd heard Hawks laugh before, so he was confused as to what was different. Then, he had a sex dream when he came back and went to bed, and it changed everything. The realization came crashing down on him like an avalanche. Whatever unconscious emotional bond he'd formed having meaningful to meaningless conversations with the Pro Hero...they'd unlocked something. He tried taking his mind off of it; he'd gone down to the kitchen and had breakfast with Twice, only to find himself slipping into daydreams. It felt so real. The dream had felt so real ...and part of him wanted it to be. Hawks was a flirt. He'd had that sort of air about him wherever he went; it was a part of his teasing persona. It didn't make sense. Why now? He'd known the stupid bird for months . 

"God, what the hell is wrong with me," Dabi hums desperately, dragging his hands down his face as he steals a glance at himself in the reflection of the monitor's black screen. Once again, the thought of Hawks pinning him against the wall and kissing him floods his brain, making his eyes soften and causing him to clasp a hand over his mouth. His mind runs wild, desperately wishing to know what Hawks looks like beneath all of his Hero Suit layers. The vision of Hawks whispering sweet nothings in his ear and kissing his neck makes Dabi gasp, and, suddenly, he feels light-headed. His eyes flicker down to his pants, and he feels his face get hot as he gets progressively more flustered. He wants Hawks. He wants Hawks to want him , too. He wants rough. He wants gentle. He wants every conceivable way, as long as Hawks is making him feel loved. He wants to give him everything he can. 

"Shit," Dabi curses under his breath as he collapses on the couch in the meeting room, biting his lip as he covers his lap with a pillow to conceal his erection. He leans forward on his knees, a faint blush spreading on the healthy skin between the scars beneath his eyes and the ones that sweep his cheeks. He groans softly as he unconsciously rolls his hips into the pillow, making his heart flutter that much faster. The faint stimulation feels so good...better than anything he's ever felt because he's thinking of Hawks. The idea of Hawks touching him practically makes his heart stop beating...it would feel way better than touching himself. He harshly bites his lip, stifling a sweet, soft moan as he imagines himself pleasuring his Pro Hero. He didn't care what they did, as long as they were a mess of love and lust. He wants Hawks' lips on his skin...his breath in his ear...he wants Hawks to tell him that he's beautiful. Hawks is beautiful. Dabi doesn't know how he never realized how gorgeous his golden eyes were. Dabi leans back on the couch, pressing his hands flat on the pillow to press it down as he slowly ruts his hips. His mouth hangs open ever so slightly, his breaths coming out heavy and hot. 

" Keigo ," Dabi whimpers, his voice barely audible. It was the first time he'd ever said the hero's real name out loud. He'd known for a while, but...now it tastes sweet on his tongue. Dabi sighs, leaning forward again, elbows on his knees as his eyes practically glaze over. 

“Oh, fuck me, Keigo,” He pants, eyelids fluttering as his arousal starts climbing. He stares at the crack in the barely open doorway, trained on it to halt everything in a split second. 

“God, I want you. I want you so bad,” He whispers breathlessly, his thrusts becoming harsher and less coordinated. His brain fills with Keigo’s soft voice, whispering praise in his ear as they touch each other. He can’t decide what excites him more, the thought of him pleasing Keigo or the thought of Keigo pleasing him. All he knows is that he wants to get off so badly. 

Unfortunately, his desires are completely dashed. The familiar silhouette of his masked comrade passes by, stopping right in front of the door, and Dabi immediately sits up straight, pressing down on the pillow to hide his erection and keeping his hips still, his fingers curling into the plush fabric. 

BAM!

"Heya, Dabi! Watcha doin? Obviously, you want some privacy. My apologies ," Twice exclaims as he bursts through the door. Dabi stares at him, breathing heavily through his nostrils as he tries to keep his cool. He swallows thickly, not finding the words as he wracks his brain for some dumb excuse.

"Twice! Didja find him?!" Toga's voice lilts from down the hallway as she skips into view, but she sees right through Dabi immediately. Toga gasps, dropping her knife, and it clatters to the floor as she smacks her hands against her cheeks, holding them there as she stares. The thin bead of sweat on his forehead, the look in his eyes, the color in his face…Toga knows love is in the air. Twice immediately zips to her side, picking up the knife and presenting it to her as he kneels down like a knight handing a queen a sword. 

"JIN! GO AWAY! I NEED TO TALK TO DABI!" Toga suddenly cackles maniacally, snatching her knife and shoving her best friend out the door before slamming it shut, leaving her and Dabi alone. Dabi gulps, shaking as he feels his arousal slowly melting away, and he finally gets a grip. His heart is racing as Toga stares at him before throwing herself over the arm of the couch, resting her chin in her hands. 

"So...who is it?" Toga giggles childishly, kicking her feet in the air, and Dabi feels faint. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," He lies, coughing as he chokes on his own spit. Toga rolls her eyes before poking him on the tip of his nose, and Dabi snorts, eyes flashing with anger. 

"Who is it? Is it Skeptic?" Toga pries further, and her guess makes Dabi gag. 

"EW!! GOD! FUCK! NO!" He snaps, recoiling at the mere thought. 

"HA! LIAR! YOU DO LIKE SOMEONE! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Toga retorts, pointing at him aggressively. Dabi rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Toga leaps up onto the couch and starts shoving him. 

"YOU HAVE TO TELL ME!" 

"I don't have to tell you anything," Dabi scoffs, before softly adding, "I...don't even...I'm not even sure what's...happening."

Toga cocks her head to the side, slightly confused, before her eyes widen. 

"Oh. My. God. You're having an awakening aren't you?" Toga mutters, and Dabi raises his eyebrow. 

"What?" He sniffs, and Toga rolls her eyes. 

"You boys don't know anything about love or sexuality. It's so boring ! You know, my bisexual awakening was Ochako. I saw her, and I just felt it. Something was different," Toga admits, but Dabi still isn't following. 

"I...What...I... Fuck ," Dabi sighs, running his hands through his hair as he leans forward. 

" Spill . Let me help you figure yourself out," Toga huffs, holding her hand behind her ear to show that she's listening. Dabi shudders. Should he dare speak his thoughts aloud? He's not even sure how to exactly describe it. 

"I...I'm...I'm not used to having these types of... feelings ," Dabi admits slowly, and Toga nods. "I've...I've never been close enough with anyone to have feelings ."

"So you have to be close with someone to have feelings for them?" Toga asks, trying to understand. Dabi shrugs, holding his hands up in defeat. 

"I don't know...I guess," He huffs, cracking his knuckles as his leg bounces. 

"So...who are you crushing on suddenly?" Toga presses, determined to get it out of him. Dabi's mind fills with a certain pair of crimson wings once again, and his blush deepens. He swallows thickly, fingers gripping the plush fabric again as he presses it down, worried that he's going to get aroused again just by the mere thought of Keigo Takami. 

"It's...you have to swear you can't tell anyone, Himiko. Not even Jin," Dabi orders, shooting her a dark look. Toga whines, but when he glares at her, she nods. 

"Fine," She mutters, tapping her long, clawed nails against her cheeks, "Now tell me."

Dabi takes a deep breath.

"It's...It's Hawks," Dabi forces the words from his lips, and Toga gasps, her expression unclear. 

"The bird ?!" She snorts, "The hero ?!"

"I know! I know it's bad," Dabi stammers, wishing he could hide in a hole and never see the light of day again. Crushing on Hawks was against everything he stood for. Yes, he insisted that he sympathized with the PLF cause, but part of Dabi still didn't fully trust the Pro. Despite this, it's irrefutable that he's fallen head over heels.

“Why? What do you like about him?” Toga sniffs, suddenly intrigued. Dabi sighs, thinking to himself as he rests his hands on the pillow, tapping his fingers on the edge. Should he really be this vulnerable with her? After all, she just wants to help. 

“You say a word of this to anyone, and I’ll fry you,” Dabi snarls under his breath, and Toga nods vigorously, rolling her hands to tell him to get on with it. Dabi blinks, pulling from the depths of his brain. 

“He’s…he’s funny, and sweet…and compassionate in a way that’s disgusting but is so fucking cute. His voice gives me goosebumps. When he teases me I feel like I’m on cloud nine. He’s…he’s so fucking hot. I-” He stops himself before clearing his throat as he feels the lewd thoughts entering his mind once again, and Toga notices. 

“Oh, you’re down bad ,” She giggles, “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Dabi.”

“I’m not ! That’s why this is weird for me,” Dabi stammers, and Toga’s nose twitches. 

“You should ask him out,” She says flatly, and Dabi snorts. 

“I-I-I-” He stutters, feeling the blood rush to his face. 

“Maybe he likes you back! You won’t know until you ask!” Toga exclaims, and Dabi gulps. 

“How would I even go about doing that?!” Dabi screams.

“Well-”

Knock. Knock. Knock. Creeeeak. 

Dabi and Toga both freeze as the door slowly peers open, and none other than Hawks peeks inside, sticking just his head in as he grips the door with his glove. 

“Hawks! Uh, our meeting isn’t for three hours. What are you doing here?!” Dabi blurts, trying to act natural. Toga’s eyes light up, and she dramatically looks from Dabi to Hawks with a wide grin. 

“Yeah, I know. I just thought I’d come by early. I’ve got something I actually wanna ask you. I wanted to give you time to think on it,” Hawks says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Toga covers her mouth almost like she’s trying not to squeal. 

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Toga giggles before skipping out of the room, allowing Hawks to slip inside; the door is still slightly ajar. Dabi straightens himself up, feeling sweat drip down the back of his neck. 

“Ahem. Uh. I was wondering, if you wanted to…go get dinner after the meeting?” Hawks asks, a dull blush dusting his cheeks in a way that makes Dabi’s heart flutter. 

“What?” Dabi blurts, not sure that he’s awake. 

“Do you want me to go get us dinner after our meeting tonight…and…and hang out?” Hawks repeats, wringing his hands. His feathers are puffed up as if he’s nervous. 

“Don’t you always get dinner with us and hang out?” Dabi raises his eyebrow, but Hawks shakes his head. 

“No. Not with everyone. I meant just me and you…like a date,” Hawks clears his throat, stumbling over his words, and Dabi feels like his world has turned inside out.

“A date?” Dabi echoes, eyes widening. “You’re asking me out?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am,” Hawks grins, puffing out his chest. “So whaddya say?”

Dabi feels like his heart is going to burst; he can’t believe what he’s hearing. His throat feels dry. He takes a deep breath. 

“Yes,” He breathes, barely audible. Hawks raises his eyebrow. 

“What was that?” He chuckles, and Dabi nods vigorously. 

“Yeah, I’d really like that, Hawks,” He admits, smiling more than he would’ve liked to. 

“Great. I’ll…see you later?” Hawks smiles broadly before slipping out the door. As soon as he leaves, Dabi sighs, swooning back into the couch. Toga bursts through the door, squealing and bouncing up and down. 

“OH MY GOD!!! I’M SO JEALOUS! WHY CAN’T STUFF LIKE THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEE!!!! AHHH!!! WE HAVE TO PREPARE YOU FOR YOUR FIRST DATE!” She shrieks, grabbing Dabi by his jacket collar and shaking him. Dabi growls, shoving her off of him as he brushes his leather jacket off. 

“Leave me alone. I’m just gonna wear exactly what I’m wearing now,” Dabi scoffs, rubbing his eyes. 

“What?! You’re not even gonna change for your date?! Not gonna clean up a little more?!” Toga protests, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“I got a shower this morning. Think that’s plenty. Why should I try to make myself someone I’m not?” Dabi huffs matter-of-factly. “If the idiot doesn’t like me like this then he doesn’t like me.” 

“I can’t believe he asked you out. Dreams really do come true,” Toga sighs wistfully, clasping her hands together. She skips out the door, closing it behind her, leaving Dabi alone in the empty meeting room. He sighs, hands pushing down the pillow once again as he imagines Hawks’ soft lips pressing against his own. Dabi’s eyes practically roll back into his head. Maybe it would happen tonight. Maybe Hawks would kiss him under the stars. Maybe…maybe it would be more than a kiss. Suddenly, his phone rings, jolting him out of his fantasies. He pulls it out of his pocket and answers it.

“The fuck you want?” Dabi snaps.

“If you’re going to dry hump a pillow, do it in the privacy of your own room, you fucking animal,” Skeptic’s grating voice scratches through the speaker, and Dabi pales, looking up and squinting to see the faint blinking red light of a security camera. 

“Maybe you shoulda made the surveillance levels clearer, weirdo,” Dabi retorts before hanging up as his face turns beet red, embarrassed out of his mind. He throws the pillow at the camera before stalking out of the room and walking to his quarters. He slams the door behind him and falls face-first onto his bed, rolling over and staring at the ceiling.

“Okay…time to clear my head before…this… date .”