#dabihawks with PH!Dabi, fake dating bahahah

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Hawks and Dabi don’t really speak when on a scene together, or even when their patrol schedules overlap in the same area. Hawks knows Dabi is /hot/ okay. He does. And as many times as he’s /tried/ to speak to Dabi, the other man

just kind of raises an eyebrow and walks away.

Hawks has never been the best at flirting. Despite what his profile in hero magazines say: it is NOT his forte. Everything any media person hears him say

comes from a carefully designed script that the HPSC has written into his brain. Through the years he’s just taken that script and molded it so it doesn’t ever sound quite the same.

When it comes to real interest though? Like how he really wishes he could ask Dabi on a date?

That. He has. No idea. What to do with. What the fuck is he actually supposed to say so it doesn’t sound fabricated? Can Dabi tell it doesn’t feel real and that’s why he just lifts his nose to Hawks? All of this said: he’s never been able to actually nab a date or a conversation

longer than a few minutes with Dabi. Some news sources and photoshoots have requested them together but Dabi always seems to decline: which, okay, hurts a little more than Hawks wishes to say, and he’s not really sure why since…. they’ve never fucking spoken

on a base level beyond “yay we got the villain!” and even THAT is more on Hawks.

So, someone please, tell Hawks how exactly this happened.

This being, Dabi right next to him after a villain had been apprehended, cameras immediately on them, but Dabi leaning down to his ear, a smile for the cameras on his face, whispering, “Kiss me super quickly?”

“What?” Hawks turns to him, quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment and confusion behind a wide smile pointed at reporters closing in on them.

“Just real quick,” Dabi says,
looking down at him with his tremendously blue eyes glowing bright even in the middle of the day.

“Dabi, professionally speaking,” Hawks tries, clearing his throat, “you can’t just ask me to kiss you—“

Dabi shifts a bit, and leans down so his ear brushes against Hawks’ ear, “Just super quick to get my PR team off my back?”

Hawks’ eyes flutter a bit under the sound of Dabi’s rough voice against the shell of his ear, before he remembers all the social setting training the HPSC put him through. He could handle this. Absolutely. Yep.

Hawks draws in whatever but of confidence he can muster,

even if he’s feigning it for the cameras, “Why should I, exactly, Dabi? You ignore me 9 out of 10 times anyways.”

“Mmm. 19 out of 20.”

“That just sounds like you’re building a case against you,” Hawks says, blinking at him. Dabi’s breath is so warm against his ear,

like a strange comfort under the eyes of the reporters he’s never been too fond of.

Speaking of reporters, whatever time Dabi was hoping to have between this conversation and then slamming the two of them with questions after the villain apprehension is slimming as they speak.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Dabi says, and Hawks wings flutter at the lowering of his tone.

/What the hell does that mean/, Hawks stutters inside. His heart clenches and his wings spread and fluff around the two of them. Then, with

Hawks wings as they are, they are thrown into their own little alcove in the width of of feathers.

“My PR team is going to kill me,” Hawks mumbles mostly to myself.

“Mine too, but—“ Dabi begins before he’s leaning forward and his lips are barely brushing against Hawks’.

Hawks, wish red blooming on his face, huffs against Dabi’s lips, “You’re going to owe me so much for this.”

“Whatever you want, cupcake,” Dabi’s voice rasps into his own, and Hawks internally groans before Dabi’s lips completely capture his.

And he’s—well. It’s not like he’s never kissed anyone. He has. Really. He’s been okay with this kisses too—but there’s something here, about this, about how Dabi’s hands move up towards his face and cup at his cheeks, pulling Hawks’ face towards his own, that feels

so undeniably different than the other kisses he’s had. He’s not been into the other kisses—this one though. He’s definitely into. He feels his wings shudder at the same moment he grasps at Dabi’s compression shirt of his hero costume.

He can feel under it the tensing of Dabi’s muscles, and Dabi’s huffs against his lips, pressing more forward (as if he could), and breathes all of himself into the other.

Hawks hardly hears the moment when he’s evidently gotten comfortable enough that his wings have shifted

to bare them to the light of the cameras and reporters around them—until the flashing of camera lights become unbearable.

“Fuck,” Hawks groans when Dabi bites at his bottom lip, and Dabi’s hands have wrought at the ends of his hair.

Dabi makes a similar sound against his lips, pressing his forehead against Hawks’—not that Hawks has heard /many/ sounds from Dabi’s mouth, besides the grumbles and grunts in their joint work, but /this/ sends a shiver down his spine.

Dabi rubs his nose against Hawks’ nose before pulling back—and there on Dabi’s face is a smile plastered for all the cameras, feigning a shyness Hawks’ knows is just for the cameras. Just for pretend. Just to make everyone think they’d been caught kissing and didn’t mean to.

(( promise, sudden sleepies, but TBC in the morning ))

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Hawks plasters on his own similar grin though tries not to immediately cover his face in the collar of his costume jacket—the blush on his face is furious, he knows it is. He’s very, very rarely embarrassed especially in front of reporters where he can normally bullshit

his way through any conversation.

But now Dabi stands with his shoulder brushing against Hawks’ and one of his hands that had been cupping Hawks’ face had slid to sit on his shoulder blade—almost touching his wings.

His wings which he’s trying to put all his brain power into to not use and fly away back to the semi-safety of his office.

The only thing that really keeps him from doing that is noting the slowly blooming pink on Dabi’s cheeks.

Then Hawks is concerned. He knows Dabi can overheat if he doesn’t use his coolants in his costume—but Hawks didn’t think the villain fight got Dabi that worked up. Is he overheating? Should he get one of the medics, maybe get Dabi some water.

He has all of a couple seconds to wonder about that, hearing as a couple reporters begin throwing questions their way, while watching as Dabi takes his other hand and covers the back of his own neck which is growing redder and redder by the second.

Huh, Hawks thinks,

before opening his mouth to ask if Dabi’s okay, “Dabi, are you—”

But a reporters words fill his mouth instead, loud over everything else: “How long have you two been together?!”

Together? Hawks mind supplies, still reeling from the kiss and trying to make sure Dabi wasn’t overheating.

“We’re not—” he starts, but then Dabi (fuck him, honestly), opens his mouth with a smirk of a smile on his face, “About four months.”

Hawks’ mind goes blank.

Strangely and oddly blank, before it starts back up again. Oh. He sees now, kind of. He’s trying to cover up for something that just the kiss wasn’t going to be enough to do.

Well, Hawks thinks, the least he can do since Dabi so wonderfully

prepared him for any of this, was make it as difficult as possible.

He puts on a honey sweet smile, tilting his head to peer up at Dabi. His voice is coated in sugar as he speaks, “Four months? It’s only been two—”

Dabi looks down at him, finally meeting his eyes after the kiss. He only scans Hawks’ features for a brief moment before catching onto Hawks’ agitation. “Awww, babe, don’t you remember? The ramen place? That was our first date—”

Hawks, wish his own hand drifting to Dabi’s side, over the compression shirt he’d just been clutching during the kiss—and he pinched the skin of Dabi’s side with a tight smile. “You thought that was a date?” Hawks asks with a hollow laugh he hopes reads as, ‘You better tell me

what the fuck’s going on as soon as we get out of this.’

“Honey,” Hawks continues, starting to also feel the confusion of the press around them, “our first date wasn’t until that festival? You know the one!”

Dabi’s smile clenches and Hawks

can almost see Dabi grinding at his stupid pretty white teeth.

Hawks wishes he could be even more agitated in the moment. He would just—really—like to know what’s going on and have a fucking /plan/ for shit like this

instead of Dabi’s ‘actions first, questions later’ shtick. It had gotten them and other heroes into plenty of trouble before. It had, also, gotten them out of some troubles before.

(( tbc, after work ))

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Through Dabi's gritted smile, he says quietly, "You're really not helping."

"Then maybe," Hawks says before giving Dabi a wack with one of his wings, "you should given me a reason to be more helpful."

Hawks pulls up his wings ones more, shielding them from the bright lights and cameras.

Dabi is rubbing at his shoulder, grumbling, but he looks over Hawks' wings––Hawks would say he almost looks impressed, but he's a little too agitated to give Dabi more credit.

"Aren't heroes supposed to be heroic?" Dabi says, rolling his shoulders. "Fuck, that hurt too."

"Helping you with a PR stunt or whatever you're pulling /isn't/ part of heroics, Dabi."

Dabi's face scrunches up. He's pouting.

He's fucking pouting, with his lip pushed out and everything.

Hawks looks up to the sky and asks, less than hopeful, that something out in the universe will remind him of his instilled patience. As well, that once again, he

should be mad and not give into Dabi's silly, cute little pout.

"Dabi," Hawks tries, taking a breath. "You only have, maybe, half a minute to give me a run down about what's going and hope that it'll make up for the shit storm that's around us."

Dabi looks immensely pained by the prospect of having to explain whatever is going on. He keeps his eyes from meeting Hawks, like blue streams steadily gazing right past Hawks head as if the crowds behind them would have the answers instead.

Dabi takes a large gulp of breath, filling his lungs before feigning casualty and throwing his hands behind his head. "I might have accidentally told my youngest brother that I'm dating another hero because I'm tired of his own pining after some hero kid in his class.

I–" Dabi cringes, and Hawks takes noticeable interest in the red that is creeping back up Dabi's neck from the collar of his hero costume. Hawks tilts his head. He really should get Dabi some water after this. "I said it was you, not thinking he'd blab to our mom. Except he /did/

and now my family is having a dinner this upcoming weekend and they want to meet you."

Hawks blinks.

He blinks again.

Processing. Blank-minded processing.

"So, could you," Dabi sighs, rolling his tongue over his teeth, "for just this week, and this weekend, maybe–"

Hawks' heart beats outside of his chest, so loud he's sure the crowd around them can hear it.

"––pretend to be my boyfriend."

"What?" Hawks supplies. Before again, "You–what?"

Oh. Rumi is going to kill him when he tells her he's been fake-asked out by the guy he's been kinda crushing on for a few months now.

If he says yes, that is.

“Look, my brother just—“ Dabi’s hands at the back of his head shift so he clutches a bit at his white hair. “He just needs to have an ‘example’ of sorts. If he sees that I’m, you know, dating and shit, I think he’ll be more inclined to actually ask out this other kid.”

“Your brother?” Hawks asks, and it sounds just as confused at he thought it would.

“Yes. Shouto.”

“Todoroki Shouto.”

“…that’s the one.”

“And you want me,” Hawks points at himself, “to help you help your brother. Why didn’t you ask some other hero?”

Hawks tries not to, for any longer than what’s allowed, to not think about the fact that if says yes to this whole shindig, that he’ll be having dinner with the Todoroki family this weekend. Fun. Exciting.

Stressful because he’s never been introduced to anyone’s family

as a boyfriend or otherwise.

‘Why me?’ Hawks screeches on the inside.

Dabi wrinkles his nose again. “Reasons”

“Fuck,” Hawks wipes his gloved hand over his forehead. “Oh my god, you’re trying to be a good older brother.”

“Oh come on,” Dabi waves his hands, “like you wouldn’t do the same for one your siblings.”

“Well, if we’re doing this shit, you should know I don’t have any siblings.”

“Oh. Your intern then.”

Hawks huffs a bit of a laugh, before Dabi interjects, “Wait, is this a yes?”

“Goddamnit, fine,” Hawks says, quickly, and he shakes out his feathers, revealing back to the world again before hearing what Dabi has to say.

He puts on a wide smile as he stretches his wings, ignoring another onslaught of questions like, “Lover’s quarrel, already?”

“You really do owe me,” Hawks says with an overly friendly smile on his face.

There’s a smirk back on Dabi’s face, but Dabi just leans down to press his nose against Hawks’ ear to whisper, “You just want me to kiss you again.”

Yes.

“No,” he hisses.

Dabi hums right next to his ear, and the heat falls over Hawks’ neck.

“Excuse us,” Hawks calls apologetically to the crowd, trying to ignore Dabi’s proximity. “We have quite a bit of work to do today! So if you don’t mind—”

Then, even with Dabi’s offended sound, he grabs Dabi and sends them both to the sky with a powerful beat of his wings.