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Okay, y'all wanted tooth rotting cuteness, so call up your dentists and make an appointment 'cause we're going all in.
They’ve only been dating for a few months, but it’s already the only way that Enji wants to spend the rest of his life.
If he wasn’t so damn afraid of trapping Hawks like he had Rei, he probably would have already proposed to Hawks.
He’d already bought the ring.
If he wasn’t so damn afraid of trapping Hawks like he had Rei, he probably would have already proposed to Hawks.
He’d already bought the ring.
Two weeks into their new relationship, Enji had been at the mall, shopping for winter clothes as gifts to his family when he’d stopped in his tracks. It was a gold band shaped to look like an intricate feather, the shaft of the feather continuing further to create and ++
make up the band. Dotted down the shaft of the feather was a line of diamonds.
Enji had gone in, asked if the diamonds could have been replaced with rubies instead, and bought it as soon as the saleswoman said they could.
Enji had gone in, asked if the diamonds could have been replaced with rubies instead, and bought it as soon as the saleswoman said they could.
Now … Well, now the ring sat, carefully hidden, until Enji could bring himself to muster up the courage to propose. It was just … Far too soon. Hawks would never want to be caged, especially not this early in their relationship. It would have to wait.
Buying two coffees from the small stand at the park he was supposed to be meeting Hawks at, he paid just in time for Hawks to come jogging up. Although it had been almost half a year since Hawks’ wings had been destroyed, ++
it still took time getting used to the Wing Hero walking up to him rather than just landing nearby.
It was a slow process, but Enji could see the nubs on Hawks’ back growing larger every time that he gave him a back massage.
It was a slow process, but Enji could see the nubs on Hawks’ back growing larger every time that he gave him a back massage.
He could never contain the smile on his face whenever he told Hawks this and Hawks radiated excitement, occasionally asking Enji to snap a photo so he could see.
Holding out one of the cups that emitted steam in the cold, late January weather, Hawks took it gratefully, downing a gulp of it, hissing in pain as he burnt his tongue. As Hawks attempted to cool his tongue, sticking it out and waving the crisp air towards it, Enji chuckled.
“‘s not funny, Enji …” Hawks whined.
“You knew it was hot, Hawks.”
“Still …” He pouted. The pout almost immediately disappeared as soon as Enji leaned in to kiss his temple, replaced by a bright grin. “What’re we doin’ today?”
“You knew it was hot, Hawks.”
“Still …” He pouted. The pout almost immediately disappeared as soon as Enji leaned in to kiss his temple, replaced by a bright grin. “What’re we doin’ today?”
“I thought it might be nice to walk around the park …” he said simply, motioning towards the path he’d been leading to.
“No surprises, right? It’s not some secret training set up for the interns?” Hawks asked, faux suspicion. He knew Enji had an affinity for more traditional dates and this was more than likely strictly a date.
Enji raised a brow at the suggestion, “Of course not. It’s just a date.”
“I know,” he responded, grin returning full force. “I’m just teasing you. C’mon, lead the way, big guy.”
A small chuckle escaped Enji but he simply nodded, leading them down the path.
“I know,” he responded, grin returning full force. “I’m just teasing you. C’mon, lead the way, big guy.”
A small chuckle escaped Enji but he simply nodded, leading them down the path.
They’d come to this park somewhat frequently. It wasn’t far from the Todoroki estate, where Hawks spent more and more time rather than in Fukuoka, so it was easy for the two of them to simply decompress after a mission by wandering the foliage.
Enji looked up at the gray sky in time to catch a few stray snowflakes falling. Hawks gave a small gasp as he saw the flakes, “Enji! It's snowing!”
“It is …”
“If we get enough snow … We should have a snowball fight with the interns. It could definitely be training.”
“It is …”
“If we get enough snow … We should have a snowball fight with the interns. It could definitely be training.”
Letting out a slight snort, Enji shook his head, “You don’t have to call everything ‘training’ if you just want to have fun, you know.”
“I know … But it /makes/ it more fun. I highly doubt Firecracker would join in if we just wanted to have a fun snowball fight … ++
“I know … But it /makes/ it more fun. I highly doubt Firecracker would join in if we just wanted to have a fun snowball fight … ++
But if you said it was /training/, I guarantee he’d actually put some effort in. Plus, it really is good for training! Precision attacks … Coordination and teamwork …”
Enji rolled his eyes fondly, “I’ll think about it.” Which, Hawks was well aware meant ‘sure, we can do that’.
Enji rolled his eyes fondly, “I’ll think about it.” Which, Hawks was well aware meant ‘sure, we can do that’.
As Hawks finished his cup of coffee and tossed the empty cup into a trash can, Enji held out his untouched cup to him, still warm from using his quirk to keep the cup warm. Hawks lit up again before leaning up towards him.
Enji took the cue and leaned down, letting Hawks kiss him on the cheek before he happily drank the liquid.
The look of pure joy on Hawks’ face had been the entire reason he’d bought the second cup.
The look of pure joy on Hawks’ face had been the entire reason he’d bought the second cup.
Wandering over to a sculpture the two passed every time they’d walk through, Hawks grinned brightly. “It’s a shoe.”
“You need glasses. It’s clearly a cup.”
“You need glasses. It’s clearly a cup.”
The two of them had taken to interpreting the odd-shaped metal sculpture that held no /real/ shape as something different each time they passed it. So far it had been a flame, a light post, two ducks fighting over a bread crust, sunglasses sitting sideways, and one time a fork.
Every time the two said a suggestion, it was customary for the other to call the first person absolutely wrong before giving their suggestion.
The first day, Enji had had half a mind to call up the artist just to find out what exactly it was supposed to be, until he realized he preferred not knowing. It meant he always got to have this little game with Hawks.
“Hmm,” Hawks said, tilting his head this way and that. “You might be right on the cup suggestion.”
“I still think your neon arrow sign is better,” Enji hummed, leading them down the path once again.
“I still think your neon arrow sign is better,” Enji hummed, leading them down the path once again.
Once Hawks had finished off the second cup and discarded the trash, it didn’t take long before he started to shiver, clearly trying to fight it in a subconscious effort to not be seen as vulnerable.
He was mid-way through some story about how one of his sidekicks last week had apparently decided to start a dance competition in the middle of the day and how he had to be the judge when Enji wrapped his arm around Hawks, effectively stopping Hawks’ word vomit.
A/N: Pausing to get lunch ~ Gonna delete this note tweet once I get back and add to this thread ~
