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sure that if he shifts again, Hawks will awake. Dabi only meant to stop by, to make sure Hawks made it back alive, but then Hawks asked him to... stay. And Dabi is only thinking about the eggs he can make Hawks later, when he wakes.

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against the snow from the game all the more soothing. Dabi swallows, feeling as Hawks slides onto his shoulder this time, his quiet breath evening out as Dabi trails off. Dabi chances a glance but doesn't dare move, his fingers tapping automatically to half-heartedly play,

slopes and Dabi taps appropriately to dodge the rocks, to collect the coins, to do back flips and gain momentum. “That's nice,” Hawks hums appreciatively, his eyes growing heavier to the sound of Dabi describing the game as he watches Dabi play. The sound of the slide of the character

his head almost upon Dabi's shoulder, if only to peer into Dabi's hands. The game starts up and Dabi adjusts the volume. Soft background sounds, as he taps play. “So we just kind of try to tick off the tricks as we play...” The character on screen starts snowboarding down the

"The one where you just snowboard endless down the slopes. It's relaxing. Helps clear my mind sometimes.” “Oh, I've never played. Will you show me?” Dabi pulls his phone out without thinking, already tapping on his little game, and then Hawks shifts closer too,

Or sleeps. He could bread some chicken he knows Hawks would appreciate too… What else? “Played a mobile game,” Dabi recalls, something that he surely doesn't openly admit to. It's against the image of villainy even if Shigaraki makes it his whole personality.

Dabi shifts closer, their knees about brushing, if only to give Hawks a shoulder if he so much as wants to lean. Or slips off the cushion of the couch. “What else?” Dabi is already thinking of checking Hawks’ fridge later. He could sneak out, restock perhaps when Hawks showers.

when it's food that Dabi knows Hawks never says no to. Later, Hawks says, even when Dabi is certain he hasn't eaten yet. Possibly all day. Somehow listening to Dabi takes priority even when he looks about ready to knock out. It must be sheer willpower that he keeps talking.

Anything. “You know, the kind that oozes all warm over rice. With some oven-warmed tomatoes. Just something simple.” “Sounds delicious and comforting,” Hawks murmurs. Dabi nods, the thought making its way out loud, “Yeah... I can make you some.” "Later,” Hawks dismisses,

Hawks’ tired frame as he sinks into the couch. His cheek presses against the back of the cushions in rest, body turned towards Dabi, all of his attention on… Dabi. Dabi almost wants to reach out. He doesn't, but Hawks doesn't blink away so Dabi keeps talking. Automatic now.

“I made eggs,” Dabi says, absolutely boring. Only Hawks prompts back, “What kind?” “Tornado eggs,” Dabi answers absentmindedly as Hawks dips into the couch by his side. Close, but not quite touching. This close, he can practically feel the weight of exhaustion that clings to

Then he's padding over to Dabi on the couch, as if there's nowhere he'd rather be when it's a shower Dabi is certain he wants. "I want to hear." "Uh," Dabi starts ineloquently, his nothing day unnoteworthy, but Hawks only looks too attentive, so who is he to deny him of a story?

He opens his mouth again, "Tell me about your day?" Dabi blinks, skepticism on his face. "Right now?" "Yeah," Hawks says eagerly, almost too energetic now, as his boots discard at the balcony. His coat and goggles go next, then the gloves.

Like it really is that easy. How is it no one's ever stayed when Dabi is willing to stay? Relief floods in his limbs, like he's not tired anymore. Hawks is floating, he feels at home. Everything is lighter, the day he's had kilometers away just because of Dabi's presence.

But the words come easy now, as if it's always been what he wanted. "Stay..." Hawks breathes. "I want you to stay." It's honest, the truth, his heart beating loud enough he's sure Dabi can hear. And it's the one Dabi doesn't question. "Okay," Dabi says. "I'll stay."

Hawks doesn't slow down enough for anyone to follow. But Dabi? "No," he repeats, some raw feeling inside of his chest forming into words he's never said before. Never asked, how was Hawks ever supposed to ask when no one's wanted to before?

Dabi raises a brow as Hawks blinks, the 'No' more forceful than he meant. And then he slows down a beat. Slows down when he's never really known how... But maybe he slows down just enough for Dabi because he wants him to be near...When no one's ever been.

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it's Dabi the villain, being fucking considerate and that must speak to volumes to how Hawks looks for him to offer. Barging into his life uninvited is part of his charm. But there's no hesitation, nothing in his body that wants that now. He opens his mouth faster than he ever had before, "No!"

Twenty hours in the field sure does that to someone. "You can't imagine," Hawks exhales out, like all of the day just goes out with that sigh. "I saw the news," Dabi answers, something he can't quite read. And then there's something softer, "Want me to go?" And it's an offer,

hear about his day. Wanting Dabi when he's tired, when he doesn't want to see anyone... It's that moment of realizing he's in over his wings. "You look like shit," Dabi greets and Hawks isn't even mad. It's softer than it is an insult even if it's only to Hawks ears. He might be delusional.

碧🍠🌰🎃 @sugarxxxcoat.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

#DabiHawks #HokusuWrites Hawks coming off emergency rescue, a shit hell of a day, his body heavy, wings down to baby feathers. He never wants to see anyone again after the mob of reporters & paramedics.. Then there's Dabi, trick of the moon against him like snow & Hawks just wants to

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ホ🦅ご想像にお任せします。

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keigo 🪶 @hokusu.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Omg I didn't know that but that's so sweet 🥹 I know Hawks would get those too 💛

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Ref Hawks' dino mug something like this:

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There's no complaints left as Dabi watches Hawks melt against his side as he munches away and Dabi thinks without a doubt— Dabi and all his twenty-something years of pain to get to this point was worth it. //

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murmur out is, “Love you too, birdie.” “Dino,” Hawks corrects again. Dabi leans across the table and takes a bite off Hawks’ dino nugget in response. A gasp and outcry follows instantly, but Dabi shoves one of his own dino cookies into his birdie's awaiting mouth and Hawks closes it soon enough.

piping hot, something he's surely picked up from all his time spent with Dabi, there's no heat that scares him now. Hawks play runs his dino nugget across his plate to meet his dino cookie, their little bodies smushing together as closely as Hawks smushes up by Dabi's side and all Dabi can

Hawks’ feathers dishing out their plate of dino nuggets to join their dino cookies in dino mugs. Hawks lets go of his dino planter to dig in too. Dabi doesn't have anything witty to say to that. It's worth it though. It's all worth it, watching Hawks pick up his dino nugget like it's not

his lips twitching as he concedes. “Yes. We're having Dino nuggets too.” “Knew it,” Hawks beams, a pair of feathers already slipping into oven mitts to pull the tray out of the oven. “I love you. You always spoil me.” In no time at all, the plates are set before their dining table.

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then he chirps back. “Not birdie. It's dino today.” As if on cue, the oven timer dings and Hawks’ feathers dutifully zips over to curl around the handle before Dabi so much as gets another word out. Then Hawks looks expectantly at Dabi. Dabi sighs. It's fond though,

“Does that mean…” Hawks’ voice fades off when he's excited sometimes, as if it's excitement he can't put to words. Dabi understands, Hawks never grew up with any of the little things in life to bring him joy. “Use your words, birdie.” Hawks clears his throat and

Dabi only hums in response, his phone placed face down onto the table to give Hawks all of his undivided attention. “I might have,” he says. “Or maybe he padded himself into our home.” Hawks chuckles, eyes shimmering as he glanced between Dabi and his new dino addition.

Dabi's gone and found another one. Hawks reaches out, thumb brushing against the ceramic dino planter as he grasps it into his hands and takes in the curve of its tail, the spikes against its back, each ridge a perfect detail. “You picked out another. It's so cute.”

its arms carrying a handful of fresh baked dinosaur shaped cookies against its belly pocket, warm milk filled within its mug body enticingly waiting for him. It's sugar, it's indulgent, but starting a morning with a little sweet won't kill him and…

at its front. Only Dabi was more than happy to show him exactly how it was meant to be used that very evening. Hawks won't admit it, but his eyes get particularly bright and his wings fluff up every time his eyes cast against the dino mug now. Today is no different,

nothing of such even as a child. But maybe that'd been exactly the point, it's cute face gracing against the curved edges of its shape. “Why not? Live a little,” Dabi had answered, to which Hawks had only stared, uncertain of what he was supposed to do with a mug with a pocket

Gone are the sleek, hard lines of impersonal decor from Hawks’ commission days and in came the soft, comforting pieces that now fill their home. Coming home with a dino mug, arguably childish, was only bound to happen. “What's this?” Hawks had laughed, certain that he'd had

lingers. Lingers, like the new potted dino planter as a centerpiece, cactus sprouting within its base. The answer can only be courtesy of Dabi and all that he gets up before Hawks rolls out of bed. Sometime after the war, Dabi started adding playful additions to their home.

Their toaster hums against the background, the oven fan circulating above promising of more to come. The room itself is a pleasant temperature above the norm. Their mornings have been steadily growing chilly again, the long summer finally hinting of passing but today it almost

The morning sun specks out across their little dining table, small and round, but wooden top already filled with the kind of breakfast spread that brings Hawks an indescribable amount of joy. “𝘋𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,” Hawks declares dramatically just above a hushed whisper,

His wings brush right up against Dabi in one fell swoop, almost earning him a face full of feathers before Dabi carefully shifts them behind. The whites of Dabi's hair only blends softly into the palette of their cozy kitchen, the natural light shimmering against his locks.

blank even when his heart beats noticeably. Hawks can guess why, but that's for Hawks and Hawks alone to know. “What kind of morning?” Hawks crosses the room in delight as he slips into the spare seat besides Dabi, dining bench wide enough to accommodate them both.

#Dabihawks 🦖 #HokusuWrites “That kind of morning, hm?” Hawks’ eyes hone into the new addition at the center of the table even as he takes in the entire image. Dabi's legs are propped up on a chair across from him as he flicks his eyes up to meet Hawks entering the room, his face carefully

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