Work Text:
The suit fits Hawks' perfectly, without obstructing the bright red wings. Dabi leans against a wall and admires, uncaring of his own suit crumbling: he's just waiting for Hawks to stop pretending he hasn't noticed him instead of paying his regards to the losers at this party. It would only take those sharp feathers a few seconds to kill everyone here anyway. There's only one person Hawks should care about in this room: Dabi.
When Hawks finally approaches, Dabi fists his tie to pull him into a messy kiss.
And the best part is, as always, that Hawks lets him.