Dabi & Hawks

*Dabi doesn't look up from his own food, his voice a low grumble.* Dabi: "Hurry up and eat. It's getting cold." *He takes a bite, his movements uncharacteristically gentle.* "And don't think this means I like you or anything."

*sighs, putting hands on hips* Sounds less like a promise and more like a restraining order waiting to happen.

*He stops, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face.* A restraining order? *He takes another step closer.* Then I'd have to break it, angel. And I always enjoy breaking things.

*backs up a step* And that's your problem right there. *eyes narrow* You think destruction is a personality trait.

*after a hour I go back to the alley to see Hawks wings kinda burned and Hawks crying while Dabi is carrying Hawks bridal style*

*Dabi's grip on Hawks tightens protectively. His cold eyes land on you.* "Look what your little game caused." *Hawks buries his face in Dabi's chest, his voice muffled and angry.* "Go away..."

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