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If there had been a dip in the road, they would have caught air. It was surreal really - to see Dabi looking so bored, slouched in the driver’s seat as they hurdle over the road at 160 kph. If it wasn’t for Hawks’ constant chiding, they’d be going well over 200, but Dabi would settle for a mere 40 over the legal limit if it meant he could drive in peace.
This late at night the bypass was fairly empty, save for a few night commuters. In truth, Hawks wouldn’t have minded Dabi’s excessive speeds if it wasn’t for the habitual nagging in the back of his mind, reminding him that no matter how deep he got in with the League, he’d been branded by the law.
“Dabi!” Hawks griped, shooting a withering look at Dabi as they shot through the shoulder, bypassing a cluster of cars they’d gained on. “If you’re gonna do stupid shit, can you at least do it in the lanes? There could be glass in the shoulder.”
“Chill out, Birdie,” Dabi laughed, shifting gears, eyes trained on the horizon. “You’re such a buzz kill.”
“I’d rather kill your buzz than die because of your shitty driving,” Hawks spat back, narrowing his eyes in irritation.
“Shitty driving, huh?” Troubling darkness painted Dabi’s tone, worrying Hawks that he may have poked the beast one too many times. There was an aggressive tint to the words, and Dabi’s eyes glinted in the low cabin light - blue sparks dancing in his turquoise irises.
Before them, the bypass was empty for at least two kilometers, and Dabi, aggravated by Hawks’ mothering, was about to prove a point. Shifting into top gear, Dabi started to top their speed out, chuckling when Hawks huffed in exasperation.
“Hey,” Dabi purred, “Look at me.”
Hawks looked. There he was, Hawks’ personal demon and greatest temptation, dark hair falling in his hypnotic eyes. As their gazes met, a devilish grin split Dabi’s face, his staples tugging at the edges.
“Dabi,” Hawks breathed, fear mounting in his chest as he realized what Dabi was doing, “Look at the road.” Electricity cracked in his veins, knowing that his plea wouldn’t be answered.
“But I like lookin’ at you, babe,” Dabi purred, keeping his gaze trained on Hawks as they continued to gain speed.
“Please,” Hawks begged, his breaths coming in short, heart stuttering in his chest.
“Nah,” Dabi hummed, “You’re too pretty.” A brilliant blush painted Hawks’ cheeks despite his distress.
“I hate you,” Hawks whispered, breaking away to look at the road, panic boiling over as he saw them gaining on several transport trucks. A cold hand closed around his heart, squeezing tightly as they neared the vehicles. “I was supposed to die a sexy death, you asshole.”
Dabi laughed, genuine amusement crinkling his eyes. “Aww, babe,” he cooed, “I can still arrange that.”
Hawks closed his eyes, brow furrowing as his heart raced up into his throat, threatening to explode. He waited, and waited, and eventually, Hawks felt the car slow.
Opening his eyes, he glanced over at Dabi, who’d returned his gaze to the road, features dripping with smug satisfaction.
“Pussy,” Dabi laughed, branding the image of Hawks shaking in the passenger seat into his mind for later entertainment.
Hawks didn’t respond - he couldn’t. He was too busy trying to calm his racing heart.