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”Hawks, what the fuck?” An agitated Dabi asked as he examined the sight in front of him.
”Oh, hello, hot stuff!” Hawks greeted him with a wide smile as he was floating with the rest of the Christmas lights in his hands with which he decorated Dabi’s living room.
”What the hell are you doing?” The raven asked as he stepped through the door and took a better look around. The walls of the room had those lights on them, giving the room a warm vibe. ”Too bright,” he mumbled, and Hawks laughed.
”Says the person who uses the brightest fire in battle,” he said, and Dabi glared at him. ”Want some hot chocolate?” He asked, and Dabi grunted. He wanted to say no, but he was cold, and Hawks’ hot chocolate was extremely tasty.
Dabi followed him to the kitchen, then sat down to the kitchen table, and placed his elbow on the table. He rested his face in his palm while watching Hawks making his beverage, humming a kind tone.
”You cannot say they are not cute,” he suddenly spoke up, bringing Dabi back to reality. ”I chose a set that is not too bright and shiny.”
Dabi glanced backwards, seeing the warm flickering coming from his living room. He sighed, closing his eyes. He had to admit that Hawks was right – the lights were quite a pretty sight, it was just-
”Christmas is not one of my favorite things,” he admitted, making Hawks turn around. ” In truth, none of these family-ish holidays are.” He felt as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and looked up. ”But I appreciate the effort.”
Hawks grinned down at him, then kissed his temple. He placed the mug in front of him, then sat down to the chair beside his.
”Go on, drink up, or it will get cold,” he said nodding towards the mug, but then his lips quirked up into a smirk.
”If you dare to make another joke with my quirk, I swear, I will burn you to death,” Dabi said, and Hawks laughed out loud. Dabi sighed, then rose up from his seat and took his mug in his hand. ”Let’s go to the living room,” he said, turning around. ”Those lights are not that bad.”
Hawks felt a smile creeping on his lips again. Going back there meant that his favorite time ever was highly likely to happen - cuddle time!