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Dabi spent most of his days away from the bar, away from the other villains, and away from Toga’s constant nagging.
He spent most of his days with a certain winged hero.
Days with Hawks were always some for the history books. Never one dull day with the bird. Each one always included a warm meal and a soft bed, something Dabi rarely had the luxury of having. Oh, and each stay always included the gentle touch of another human.
Sure, most of the time he returned to the other villains with at least one crimson feather stuck to him in an inconvenient place, but no one ever uttered a word over it.
The arsonist dug through the pockets of his leather coat, trying desperately to find the small key he had swiped off of Hawks’ countertop one evening as he was leaving.
“Ah,” The ravenette hummed to himself, taking the key from his pocket.
He shoved it into the lock, jiggling it until he heard a small click. He pushed the door open as he slipped the key back into his pocket.
“Hawks?” Dabi called as he shut and locked the door behind him.
Slowly, the villain stalked through the penthouse apartment, every thump of his boots echoing off of the walls.
“Keigo?” He tried again, a dark feeling settling in his gut.
Blue flames licked at his fingertips, ready to set the place ablaze if so be it. If this was a trap, he wasn’t going down without some sort of fight. If someone found out about him with the Number Two hero, they were screwed.
Dabi froze in front of the door to the master bedroom, holding his breath. He could hear some rustling around on the other side of the door, leading his thoughts to take an even sharper turn south. It wasn’t until he heard the click of a tongue and a familiar voice mumbling “pretty bird” that he allowed himself to relax.
He sighed, the flames extinguishing. He knocked on the door before pushing it open. The sight before him made his lips twitch into a smile, despite how it pulled on his staples.
“Dude,” he scoffed. “I called your name and you didn’t answer, I thought you were dead or something.”
Hawks startled, knocking his headphones off his head. He stared at the arsonist with wide eyes, peaking over his wings. He paused the show he was watching on his laptop, his eyes never leaving Dabi’s.
“How did you even get in? I didn’t see you climb up the fire escape.” Keigo said softly, his wings relaxing to a less defensive position.
Dabi rolled his eyes. He pulled the key from his pocket. “Took this a little while ago, I figured you wouldn’t mind.” He said with a nonchalant shrug, putting the key away.
The hero whistled, then shook his head. “You’re lucky I-“ He clicked his tongue. “-love you.” He said before patting the bed beside him.
Dabi unzipped his boots and slipped them off, placing them by the door. He shrugged off his coat as well, going to drape it over the office chair by the desk in the corner of the room.
“Were you complimenting yourself just before I walked in?” He asked teasingly, going to sit beside the blonde.
Hawks scoffed, shutting his laptop. “You know I don’t like suppressing my tics when I’m home.” He glared at the taller male.
“I know you don’t, pretty bird.” A knowing smirk grew on Dabi’s face as he brought his hand out to brush over the beautiful red feathers that adorned his partner’s back. “I don’t mind them, some of them are kinda funny.”
“Pretty bird~” Keigo echoed, clicking his tongue. Immediately he smacked Dabi’s arm, but that was intentional. “You suck, I hate you. I’ve told you not to purposefully trigger them.”
The villain snorted, pushing his hand through Keigo’s feathers. He was careful not to let any of his staples snag.
“I won’t do it again, I promise.” Dabi turned, glancing at the laptop. He arched his brow. “Were you watching porn without me?” He asked in a low voice, moving closer to the hero.
Hawks’ eyes widened, his face and neck flushing red. “ What? ” He squawked. “No!” He lurched forward to open his laptop, revealing a National Geographic show.
“Sure, sure.” The ravenette nodded, allowing his scarred arms to slip around Hawks’ waist. He ducked his head down to ghost his lips over the hero’s neck.
Dabi moved the electronics out of the way before carefully guiding Keigo down onto his back, mindful of his wings. He gave his partner a tight smile, before pressing their lips together. He placed his hands on the blonde’s hips, pressing them against the mattress.
He began to trail kisses down Hawks’ neck, smiling against the smooth skin. He slipped his fingers under the hero’s shirt, trailing them over his sides.
“Did you come over just to have sex?” Keigo mumbled, tangling his fingers in Dabi’s hair.
Dabi shrugged, throwing one of his legs over Keigo’s thighs and straddling his lap. Inch by inch he pushed the blonde’s shirt up.
Hawks made a small popping noise. “Useless dick.” He said in a deeper tone, his neck twitching.
Slowly, Dabi sat up, his eyes widening. “Was that me?” He asked, his brows furrowing.
Keigo laid there frozen for a moment, then snorted with laughter. He covered his face with his hands as he wheezed, his face burning a deeper red both from embarrassment and the lack of oxygen.
“Yes!” He laughed, lowering his hands to pat Dabi’s thighs. “That was you!”
Dabi stared at him as if he had sprouted a second head. “Why is one of your tics “useless dick” and a poor impression of me? I thought your tics usually calm down when we have sex.” He asked, crawling off Hawks as to not crush the bird’s legs. He took the blonde’s hands and heaved him back upright.
“They usually do, but not always.” Keigo shrugged, popping his lips. “I used to have one where I would try to grab Rumi’s tits and say “squishy” like a perv. That was back before we were pros, thankfully that one doesn’t come out much.” He laughed bashfully. “They just happen sometimes. You should be glad I’m not trying to grope you.”
He moved closer to Dabi, leaning his head against the arsonist’s shoulder. His wings came to protectively wrap around them.
“Well, alright.” Dabi hummed, resting a hand on Keigo’s waist and brushing his thumb against the small sliver of exposed skin. “I’m honored that one of your tics is me calling your dick useless.”
Keigo’s neck twitched. “Whatever, Touya .” He glared playfully at his partner.
“You suck, Birdie.” Touya hissed, but the small smile on his face said otherwise. “Are we going to have sex or not?” He asked, only to quickly add “We don’t have to. I don’t mind.”
Hawks hummed in thought. He shivered, his feathers fluffing up and his wings stretching to their full span. He relaxed again, curling his wings back around Dabi.
“I’m content to stay like this.” He said in a soft voice. “Do you want me to go get us something to drink? Coffee? Tea?” He offered.
“Coffee, black.”
Keigo nodded, curling his wings against his back. He gave Dabi a kiss on the cheek, the living part of his cheek, before scooting off the bed. He stopped in the doorway of the bedroom.
“Don’t burn my bed, or else you’re never allowed back here.” He said, jabbing an accusing finger in Dabi’s direction.
The ravenette held his hands up in surrender before falling back against the plush mattress. Why would he burn something so comfortable? He didn’t get to lay on plush mattresses very often.
Hawks smiled to himself, leaving the door cracked as he left. He hummed quietly to himself, drumming his fingers against his legs as he walked to the kitchen. He dug through a cabinet, searching for the decaf coffee grounds. Dabi didn’t need caffeine at this hour, and neither did he.
As the coffee brewed he took out two mugs, a Woodstock one for himself and a Snoopy one for his favorite arsonist. Childish, he knew.
He added a splash of milk to his own mug, but kept the other empty before pouring in the hot coffee. In hindsight this probably wasn’t a great idea, he should have gotten Dabi to come with him, especially since he hadn’t been suppressing his tics.
Keigo took a deep breath, then picked up the mugs. He made his way back though the penthouse, watching the mugs. Every time the hot coffee moved, he felt his heart skip a beat. He glanced up for a moment, which was a mistake.
He caught sight of his reflection in the window.
“Pretty bird~” he sang, fighting off the urge to drop the mugs. He put them down on the nearest surface, which happened to be an end table by the couch.
He made clicking noises out of the side of his mouth, his eyes locked on his reflection. “Here, pretty bird.” He said in that deep voice. Ah, another tic brought on by Dabi. Of course.
Hawks went to tap his finger on the glass. “Hello in there?” He asked, his brows pinched together.
Dabi emerged from the bedroom, confusion written over his features. He tilted his head to the side as he watched his partner whistle at his reflection. Now he understood why Keigo told him “no mirrors allowed in the apartment”. He grabbed the ruby red curtains and drew them shut, cutting off Keigo from his reflection.
The blonde blinked, his face scrunching up for a moment. He popped his lips, then rubbed his eyes. “Thanks.” He breathed out.
“Is talking to your reflection a bird thing or just a you thing?” Dabi asked, picking up his snoopy mug and taking a sip of the scolding hot liquid.
“Both.” Hawks sighed, one of his wings jerking. “Birds talk to their reflection because they think it’s another bird, so they want to make friends with it. When I see my reflection my tics like to talk to it, I can’t really control it without exhausting myself.” He shrugged. “I exhaust myself no matter what I do.” He said, followed by a pop.
“Huh.” The villain nodded, picking up his partner’s mug. “Makes sense I guess.” He kept a hand on the bottom of the Woodstock mug as Keigo took it.
“Sorry you had to see that, it’s weird.” Hawks sighed, cradling the mug against his chest. The warmth it radiates seemed to calm him down.
“It was weird.” Dabi nodded. “But it doesn’t bother me, I’ve seen worse. I attract weirdos at this point.” He watched as Keigo sipped the coffee, then he took the mug back.
The arsonist placed both of their mugs down, then moved closer to wrap his arms around Keigo’s waist. He rested his scarred cheek against the bird’s head. He placed one of his hands on the space between his partner’s wings.
Hawks melted into the touch, leaning into Dabi’s warm hold. He knocked his fist into the taller’s side, then mumbled a small apology. He breathed out a sigh, tucking his face away into Dabi’s neck.
“I love you, magpie.” The ravenette whispered, his voice softer than Keigo had ever heard it. “I love every part of you, every weird part of you, I love it all. You’re perfect.”
“I love you too, Touya. Thank you.”