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It's kind of a game they've got going. They rarely flirt with words, but at this point they're both just as guilty of smouldering looks across the length of the hideout, leaning too close to the other while discussing the League's plans, or hands brushing together when there really is no need. It's a game, really. Nothing serious.
A really, really addictive game that sometimes feels like it has more depth to it than it should.
Tonight, Dabi is waiting outside for Hawks to return with intel they need before moving ahead with another of the League's plans, something that the hero probably really, really wouldn't like if he knew the details, but keeping secrets away from him continues to add spice to their working relationship.
As if he could hear Dabi's thoughts, the hero lands quietly in the snow, not too far. It's so strange in the dark and the muffled sound of falling snow; Dabi really didn't hear him approach. The hero's adjusting his costume, and Dabi can't resist another round of their game before they start on the boring spy stuff. He lifts an eyebrow suggestively before parting his lips and slowly licking his lower lip, breath gathering in a small cloud.
Hawks' eyes widen before hyper-focusing on him in that bird of prey style that always gets shivers running up and down Dabi's spine, and it's all going so well, probably another point added to Dabi's tally until...
His tongue stays stuck on a staple on his chin, midway through his languorous move. It's... it's not sexy at all, especially when he lets out a groan in surprise. Hawks' expression turns into more of a confused frown and wow, it's a good thing Dabi never counted negative points because he would be cratering his score here.
When Dabi suddenly turns away from him, showing him his back as if that meant nothing, Hawks understands both that whatever happened wasn't on purpose, and that Dabi genuinely trusts him. Perhaps more than the man realises himself. It would take barely a thought for a long feather to sharpen, zip through, and pierce Dabi's heart right now.
Presently, Hawks has better uses for his quirk though. In one long stride, he crosses the distance separating them, floating above the snow with a powerful beat of his wings. He digs into his pocket for the hot can of coffee he bought from a vending machine on the way and presses it against Dabi's cheek, before the villain decides to burn half of his face off to resolve the issue or something dramatic like that.
"Hn'hat?" Dabi growls, turning around again so Hawks cannot witness the crime scene.
He chuckles behind Dabi, hair brushing against the man's nape and Hawks wishes for a moment that he could just lean his forehead against it, but that wouldn't fit the current boundaries they've set over whatever it is they're doing. Dabi is the one setting the pace, although Hawks wouldn't be surprised if he withdraws after this.
Hawks hopes not. He would miss it. Miss this. Dabi always keeps him on his toes in wonderfully unexpected ways.
As smart as the villain can be though, it takes him a moment to understand the purpose of the can and warm liquid within. Once he does though, he quickly uses it to warm the metal and free himself.
Dabi smells like coffee when he faces Hawks again. His chin is messy with coffee and Hawks wipes it with his gloved thumb, watching as Dabi's eyes darken.
Maybe it's time to push for a new boundary.