He catches Dabi’s hips in his hands and seals his mouth over his hip bone, digs his teeth in until he hears a groan. He only lets up enough to drag his tongue over the mark and suck on it lightly. When he glances up, Dabi’s head is thrown to the side and he’s open mouth panting. “Didn’t know you had such a thing for biting.” Hawks says, nips at the skin over his belly to watch Dabi shiver. “Anyone would, with your mouth.” Dabi grumbles.

Hawks gives as good as he gets—right up until Dabi pushes him too far, and Hawks forgets he's his own person.

"You want to get boba," Dabi asks flatly, not really a question. His arms cross over his chest. The 'with me,' remains unsaid, but Hawks hears it loud and clear. Hawks rolls his eyes. "Yes! Oh my god, stop making such a big deal over it. Do you want me to buy you a drink or not?" Hawks and Dabi go on a series of "dates".

"Okay. Hold on." Dabi takes a moment to wrap his brain around this new development. "Okay, no, wait, so you're—did you get quirked or something and turn into a girl?" Hawks grimaces and runs a hand through (his? her? God, this is going to be a long day) his hair. His designer jeans jacket slides off one shoulder, too big on his now-smaller frame. He's wearing civilian clothing, which didn't help with the recognition. "Well, you know. Win some, lose some."

"That's a nasty cough you've got there, Dabi," Toga says pointedly. Disgusting as it is, he forces himself to swallow the petals back down. They catch in his throat and he almost starts coughing again before he finally manages it. "Allergies," says Dabi, voice scratchy. Dabi falls in love.

"Did you know you're not supposed to pet a parrot on its back or wings or it'll get turned on?" “What the fuck are you on about?” “Just making conversation.” Dabi reads an interesting news article which leads to some hands-on experimentation while he and Keigo wait for their info drop.

Dabi’s head snaps up so fast Hawks worries he’ll break his neck. He opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. “You, of all people, haven’t bottomed?” “Is there a problem with that?” Hawks huffs, more offended than he should be given the fact they’re talking about his sex life and it’s none of Dabi’s business. But Dabi has already smelled the blood in the water and smirks at him, like he already knows how the rest of this conversation is going to play out. “You’re the brattiest twink I’ve ever met, I’m pretty sure getting fucked is a legal requirement for you.” Hawks bristles and his face flushes. If he ignores the way his cock twitches, he can almost pretend it’s in shame. “Fuck off,” He deflects without heat. “It’s not like I’ve been avoiding it. It just... hasn’t happened.” ~~~ It happens.

If Rumi Usagiyama had one fatal flaw, it was that she couldn't keep a secret to save her life. She was too used to speaking her mind. If Tsunagu Hakamata had one fatal flaw, it was that he could come off as condescending. He meant well, really, but sometimes other people got the wrong idea. If Hawks had one fatal flaw, he'd be fucking thrilled because one was a massive decrease from the ten to fifteen flaws he got weekly reminders about from the Hero Commission. In which Rumi gets drunk and reveal something she wasn't supposed to know, Tsunagu has been trying to help, and Hawks has been through too much for a 22 year old whose been groomed for the past 14 years.

This person was panting, his shoulders heaving violently as his eyes scanned the room for more threats. His hands were tensed like weapons, hooked black talons extended through his gloves, ready to rip and tear. That was the first indicator that something was truly wrong. Hawks would never willingly use his “unsightly” talons as weapons. The second was that his mouth... his mouth was covered in blood. It streamed down his chin, flecked at the corners of his lips, and coated two large fangs that he had most definitely not possessed at the start of the fight. He bared them at Dabi in a savage hiss. They were long, at least a full inch, and the sight of them awakened some ancient nervous instinct within him, telling him to run or fight, because the creature in front of him was a predator, and it was hungry. Most unnerving of all, though, were his eyes. The eyes that locked with Dabi’s were a startling crimson red, a far cry from their usual gold. Dabi’s breath caught in his throat. ~~~ The mission Dabi and Hawks are on goes south. Dabi learns something he was never meant to know.

Sir Nighteye's quirk was a deeply useful one, with a rich history of helping solve cases, assist investigations and offer support to friends and acquaintances. It was, absolutely, not intended to be misused and abused for something like this. "Can you explain why you’ve seen fit to consort with villains?” “Consorting? I’m not-” “Okay, fine.” Mirai huffed, impatient. “Why are you fucking villains-” Hawks made a noise like a car trying to restart. This was going well. (In which Nighteye survives, inadvertently discovers a conspiracy, emotionally adopts a small child and an utter dipshit, and fights the Hero Commission in hand to hand combat...completely by accident)

Keigo has known since he was a child that his soulmate is going to hate him. He knows he is one of the unlucky few who have a mark displaying pain, instead of love. That he’s got his tragedy inked onto his body for all the world to see. Why else would he have the shape of a large hand wrapped around the base of his throat? Keigo's not expecting his soulmate to care for him, he's not expecting to end up caring for the League of Villains, and he's definitely not expecting a happy ending. He's wrong, on all accounts.

Hawks-- no, Keigo. He's Keigo at this point. He's not a hero. He is a single father, and he is fucking terrified. He's on his fucking knees in front of the League of Villains and begging, like he has no shame, because at this point he doesn’t, for them to help him. He's got his little girl, his daughter, bundled tightly to his chest, his too big headphones over her ears, as he trembles and tries to cry and can't because of his goddamn quirk. Keigo decides to get his daughter away from the Commission, by any means necessary. In the end, it goes better than he expected.

The window is open - Hawks can hear the sounds of the busy city thrumming below his penthouse apartment and the cool breeze fluttering the curtains. It feels almost magical to be here, bathed in warmth in the bedroom, only the moon and the low lights either side of the bed illuminating Dabi, staples glinting gold where they catch the light. He’s so very beautiful when he’s like this, breathing a little harder than usual, sweat making the high points of his cheeks glow. Hawks catches Dabi’s gaze as his fingers brush against his spot and he lets out a breathy moan. Dabi makes the same ‘come hither’ gesture, smirking - Hawks wants to drag him so close that their skin melts together and they become one person. He thinks he’d finally be content, then. Dabi pulls his fingers out with a sordid, wet squelch and Hawks wants to punch him instead.