HotWings

Shadow Him

Hawks awoke the next morning to the sound of Dabi's gentle snores. He wasn't sure when the villain had passed out- Hell, he wasn't sure when he had passed out either.
It was early Saturday morning. Unfortunately, Hawks had the day off. Now he was going to have to get rid of Dabi and spend the day anxious.
Slipping out of bed as quiet as possible, the hero carefully tiptoed over to his bathroom. He locked the door behind him, taking a deep breath.
He needed to shower, it'd been three days since his last shower and he was starting to feel gross.
After coming to the conclusion that if he hurried Dabi wouldn't hear him, he started the water.
Stripping his fire-print boxers, he stepped into the warm watery embrace.

As soon as he heard the bathroom door click shut, Dabi sat bolt upright.
He had been awake for a long time, waiting.
Standing, he took in his surroundings. The whole room seemed to have a dark grey theme. On the far wall there was a small display set up with multiple expensive looking watches. Dabi quickly snatched a silver one, clasping it to his wrist. It had a nice weight.
Turning back toward the bed, he approached the bedside table. A photograph of a young redheaded boy coated in bandages smiled back at him. He flipped the photo face down so he wouldn't have to see it.
Next he opened the top drawer. There was nothing too exciting inside. Just a notebook and a pen.
Dabi moved to the next drawer. Inside he found a stack of photos. The first few were too blurry to see what they were, but the next one made Dabi freeze. It was a picture of him. More specifically him from a far, clearly taken in secret. His face was circled in bright red ink.
The shower water stopped. The villain shoved the papers back into the nightstand, closing the drawer.
He stalked over to the bathroom door, and leaned against the frame, waiting.

Hawks grabbed a bright red towel. The letter 'h' was embroidered in the material.
After drying off, he reached for his clothes. It was then that he realized he had forgotten to bring any with him.
Maybe he could put back on his previous pair of boxers? No... The thought appalled him.
It was rather quiet, Dabi was probably still asleep. If the hero was quiet, maybe he could slip past him and grab an outfit. He wrapped his towel around his waist.
He opened the door, and ran smack into Dabi's chest.
"That eager to see me, huh pretty bird?" The scarred man smirked.
Hawks felt a rush of heat in his cheeks. He gripped his towel where it clung to him. He felt rather exposed.
"Move," Hawks said firmly.
Dabi moved his arm up the doorway, blocking the exit more. "And what if I don't?"
Hawks shoved Dabi back, stomping on his foot as he passed. The grunt from the black haired man brought a smile to his face.
Entering the closet, he decided on a black hoodie and red sweat pants. Right as he began loosening his towel, Dabi came in. Great.
"Go screw yourself," Hawks snapped.
The scarred man stepped behind him, his torso almost touching the the other man. He reached around the hero's waist, holding a brightly colored pair of underwear to his hips.
"Bet these would suit you better than the flaming trash man themed ones," he remarked.
"His name is Endeavor," Hawks defended quietly.
Dabi gripped Hawks's hips, leaning close to his ear.
"Care to repeat yourself, feathers?"
Hawks felt a spark of fear ignite in his heart. Here he was, in nothing but a towel, with an extremely dangerous villain's hands on him.
Deciding that it was in his best interest to not enrage the fire blaster, he muttered a begrudging "no."
Dabi let go, throwing the underwear to the floor. "That's what I thought."
He left, slamming the closet door behind him.
Hawks couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what this villain was playing at, but whatever it was it had him on edge.
After hanging his towel up to dry, he picked up the underwear that had been left for him. They were a deep purple with bright blue flames printed on them. Of course.
Sniffing them to be sure they were safe, the hero dubbed them clean and slid them on. Surprisingly soft.
He then threw on his hoodie and sweats before returning to his bedroom.
Dabi, who had stretched his shirtless probably unshowered self across the bed, applauded. "You finally came out of the closet!" He cried. "I'm so proud."
Hawks rolled his eyes.
"Hey wait," he said. "Where did my blanket go?"
The Endeavor comforter was not on the bed anymore. What did this bitch do to it?
"Oh that wretched old thing?" Dabi carelessly looked at his nails. "I took care of it."
Hawks felt a sudden rage bubbling in his stomach.
Having someone bust into his house, spend the night, and bother him was one thing; having someone mess with his bedding was another.
"You burnt bastard, where's my blanket?" The hero demanded.
Dabi simply pointed to the window. It was open now. It hadn't been open a moment ago.
Hawks rushed over, leaning halfway out of his apartment. Down on the pavement lay his precious comforter. He sent a group of feathers and retrieved it right away.
Pebbles clung to it, that was fine. It was wet. That was also fine. However...
The long tear was not fine. It was quite the opposite in fact. This blanket was the only thing Hawks had held onto from way back in his training days. Now it was ruined.
You could almost see the smoke coming out his ears.
Without a moment's hesitation, he lunged at Dabi.
"You ruined my blanket!"
Dabi gasped in surprise as he was pinned down by the fuming bird man.
Hawks had his legs straddling the villain's hips and his hands on the villain's neck.
"Chill you psycho!" Dabi choked out.
Hawks loosened his grip on Dabi's neck only so he wouldn't be murdering someone in his bed.
"Just buy a new blanket, goodness," Dabi sighed.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Hawks slumped his shoulders, looking at his ruined bedding on the floor.
"I've had that one for most of my life. A new one wouldn't be the same."
Dabi thrust his hips upward, knocking Hawks off while his guard was down.
He then pinned the hero down before he could stop him.
"What are you doing?" Hawks demanded. He started lecturing Dabi, but Dabi wasn't paying attention. All his focus was directed on holding Hawks down so he couldn't behead anyone.
"Honestly," the hero was saying, but fell silent when Dabi leaned in.
Hawks felt his cheeks burning. What was he doing so close?
"You really gotta shut up," Dabi said.
Hawks mumbled back "make me."
He didn't mean to... it just came out.
And just like that, Dabi pressed his lips forcefully down on the hero's.
Hawks felt shocked at first, but quickly melted into it, kissing back.
Dabi's upper lip was surprisingly soft, while his bottom lip was coarse.
Every fiber in his being was screaming at Hawks to stop, this was beyond wrong, but his body just kept going.
Dabi pulled away abruptly, a look of shock on his face.
"What?" Hawks asked.
Dabi didn't respond. He got off of the hero and began gathering his things.
Hawks couldn't help but feel a twinge of dissapointment. He sat up, wiping the drool from his mouth. "Did I do something wrong?"
Dabi shrugged his jacket on. "Not physically."
"Then what did I-"
"Nothing."
Dabi unlatched the window.
Hawks grabbed him just as he was about to slide out. "This is the second floor."
Dabi paused, glancing out the window. Below was hard pavement. "So it is."
He awkwardly swung his leg back inside.
"Hey is that my watch?" Hawks demanded, noticing the silver glimmering on the villain's wrist.
"Not anymore." As soon as the words had escaped his lips, he dove straight out the window.
"Holy shit!" Hawks cried.
He leaned out the window, but nothing had changed. There was no splattered body. There wasn't even a sign anyone had ever left out the window.
Hawks hesitantly closed it. What had just happened?
He raised his fingers, gently tracing his lips. He could still feel Dabi's lips on his.
Now he really didn't know what had happened.
Why hadn't he just pushed the villain off?
He slumped against the wall, burying his face in his knees.