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"Hey birdy, you're a little late tonight."
Keigo sighed, dropping his coat onto the entry chair. "There was some dumb pine tree villain in that mall nearby, the one with the arcade, can you imagine? Same spiel as always about trying to ruin the holidays for everyone. Made me use up most of my feathers to get people out. You weren't waiting too long were you?"
"Lucky you," Dabi said from his spot on the couch, "I was held back too, so I just got the chicken."
"I love you."
"Me or the chicken?" Dabi asked, watching intently as Keigo grabbed the top piece, a thigh, before plopping next to him.
"It can be both of you," he replied, sticking out his tongue. "You more, of course, chicken is just a short term fling."
And with that he tore into the thigh. Keigo moaned as his teeth sank into the tender meat; this was the kind from that fancy restaurant across the city where they added something extra he loved. He scarfed the entire thing down in half his normal time.
"That good, pretty bird?"
"Fuck, you know it is Dabs. You really went across town for me?" He turned fully to look at his boyfriend, using his not greasy hand to hold one of Dabi's.
Dabi grinned, appearing confident as always, but he couldn't quite meet his eyes as he scratched at the seam along his face, telling Keigo there was some apprehension there.
"We agreed to not celebrate today since your Hero work makes it hard, and, y'know, my bad memories, but I wanted to do something a little special for you. So your favorite chicken."
Using one of his few small feathers left, Keigo turned Dabi's face to look him in the eyes, kissing the hand in his. "You are the most amazing partner and I love you. Merry Christmas, my flame."
Dabi's grin melted into something softer, something only Keigo got to see when they were alone. He cherished every memory of it, even if it was more common now than it used to be.
"Merry Christmas birdy. As the delivery boy, does that mean I get a present too?"
"I think I could do that. As a tip, you understand," he joked, chuckling. Leaning in, Keigo waited until Dabi's eyes closed before pressing a peck on each cheek and one on the very tip of his nose before pulling back.
"That doesn't count," Dabi stated, tugging him closer again. He gladly fell against the other man's chest.
"Oh it doesn't? Guess I just needed this," Keigo said, pointing up at the mistletoe held up by one of his feathers.
"Sappy jerk."
"You love it."
Instead of a reply, Dabi just pulled him into a searing kiss, letting that be his reply.
Keigo grinned into Dabi's lips. He wouldn't trade this night for any fancy celebration in the world.