#dabihawks
bathing, soft and sweet, accompanied by Hawks' cute ankles and Dabi loving them (and him), non-sexual intamacy.

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As relaxing as baths so hot they could be considered boiling sounded to some, they were not that way for Dabi. +++

It would in fact be the complete opposite for him. Even then, baths were particularly difficult with his staples and seams. Baths were like a perfect breeding ground for bacteria that could accumulate. He'd only really take baths if he showered beforehand, but then he was clean––

so he didn't get the "relaxation" bit that came with baths like Hawks did.

Ice baths were nice though. Well, maybe nice was too strong of a word... They were a necessity, on some occasions, and then considered nice as his body tried to regulate his fluctuating temperatures.

This–his body and his quirk–then made even showering together with Hawks nearly impossible because Hawks likes his showers just as hot as his baths––steaming like a cooked chicken in a closed pot. And Dabi likes his sub freezing.

They've tried to compromise with lukewarm showers

but they only served to make Dabi uncomfortable and Hawks chilled to his bones.

So they can't normally shower together. And bathing together would be a mess and a half to even try, even with the size of Hawks' tub––a corner tub made of shiny, white porcelain. Dabi could

acknowledge though, in his sheer shock of watching Hawks dip into water that makes his skin turn red, that Hawks relaxed in these moments. That this isn't something that relaxes Dabi, but Dabi is relaxed just being able to sit on a little stool by the tub–watching first as Hawks

peels off layers of clothing and leaving work in a pile of fabric shuffled off to a corner of the bathroom. His wings stretch and Hawks groans in the back of his throat at the motion, then rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck.

Dabi leans his back against the bathroom room, but

looks away to tap at the water with the tip of his finger.

Yep. Hot. Very hot.

Hawks has previously asked before slipping into the tub if the temperature was "right" but this time, this night, Hawks says nothing as he body melts–as his legs tumble like water and become jelly

in the tub.

There's steam from the water that caresses Hawks' face as he plants his cheek on the porcelain edge, laying his arms over the side leaving his back mostly exposed to the air as his feathers file off and pile somewhere that Dabi doesn't see–doesn't care to watch,

only focuses as the weight of the day slowly ebs from Hawks' shoulders, from the nubs on his back, and relieves the paper like crinkles between Hawks' eyebrows.

"'abi," Hawks mumbles, his eyes closed, but one of his arms over the tub edge limply reaches out to Dabi.

Dabi laughs a little at the sight–a gentle huff in the back of his throat as he takes Hawks' hand. "What?"

"Warm–more," Hawks says, though it almost sounds like a plea.

"You're gonna pass out if it's too hot," Dabi answers. He leans forward though and presses with his opposite

hand into the stinging heat of the tub. He lets heat build up under his fingers, coaxing an eased sigh from Hawks' lips at the extra heat in the water.

Dabi stops after a minute––because really, he'd rather Hawks not have a heatstroke in the bath and then have to pull his naked

body from the water.

"'anks, 'abi," Hawks mumbles again from his squished cheek.

Dabi hums and shakes off the water from the one hand, then, carefully brushes at the hair of Hawks' head that falls down over his forehead. He pushes the locks back,

watching Hawks cheeks glow with warmth. "Sure thing. Just don't fall asleep."

"Don't let me fall asleep," Hawks says, lifting his head and looking through blonde eyelashes––eyelashes and equally gold eyes that cause the black markings to be even more stark.

"That's a lot of responsibility right there," Dabi answers, trying not to smile, even as Hawks angles himself so he's laying back in the tub. He dips low enough that his shoulders are covered in water, and his chin hits the surface.

"Is it?" Hawks asks, but Dabi

is paying closer attention to the shift of Hawks legs. How his feet encroach to the water's surface and breech before angling to they're perched on the ledge.

Dabi's eyes completely hone in on the bony protrusion of Hawks' ankles–his Achilles tendon.

He wonders, only for a moment as he scooches the stool closer to the tub, towards Hawks' ankles–is Hawks' wings could be considered his Achilles heel. Even in their strength–their very loss could be a weakness.

He wonders, as he unconsciously reaches towards Hawks' legs, if /Hawks/ is Dabi's own Achilles heel.

Hawks eyes are lidded as Dabi carefully takes one foot and draws it up. He presses into the plush skin of his toe' pads, listens to the sigh that leaves Hawks' mouth,

and presses more into the arch of the foot, to the band of tissue that's wound tight under his fingers.

Hawks toes stretch under the press much like a cats little toe beans when pushed down gently in the center––just without the exposed claws. Just tan tanned toes and carefully

trimmed nails.

Dabi has watched Hawks routine–this need to take care of other parts of himself even if he barely remembers to have more than coffee during the day. The baths. The face masks sometimes. The painting of a clear polish over his fingernails–

nails that were just as gingerly manicured.

"What'cha looking at Dabs?" Hawks' voice pulls Dabi back, but he barely glances to the other man–whose head just just cocked to the side, the ends of his hair dipping in the water, but drowsily watching

Dabi's movements.

"Just looking."

Hawks' hums and Dabi rubs one of his thumbs over ankle in his hand.

He stares at it for a moment, at the little crevice of bone that dips within the moon shape––notices how pale this sliver of skin is compared to the rest of Hawks.

Water drips down Hawks' foot, trailing back over his calf and into the water, and Dabi can't help but watch the

movement. Can't help but lean forward again, like a calling, and press his lips against the waiting skin.

Hawks blows a couple of bubbles into the water as form, sort of, in a huff of laughter. Dabi just looks over where

he's pressed his kiss and gives Hawks a smirk against his skin.

"Pretty," he whispers on the hot, flushed skin, and watches––pleased––as Hawks' cheeks bloom a red that /could/ be claimed by the hot water. But the way Hawks sunk further down and his toes curled,

Dabi could tell that it wasn't just the water that made him red in the face.

"Menace," Hawks grumbles above the water, though garbled.

"Mmm," Dabi presses another tender kiss to Hawks' ankle. "Just for you.

/// end ig lmao