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Petals, bloodied and coated with saliva, fell from Dabi’s half-scarred lips in gradients of blue and orange. A disgusting sight, anyone would say. The villain’s eyes softened and let his eyelids flutter shut, exhaling softly as he leaned his head against the wall, holding the soft petals in his palm as he sent a quick text to Hawks saying “Fuck you.” Which was no doubt received with confusion from the Pro Hero.
Dabi’s next thought?
“I need weed killer.”
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“TOGA HIMIKO!” Dabi roared as he kicked down the door to the kitchen and barged in, “Pass me the weed killer. Now.” Dabi demanded with an impatient look, his lips twitching into a dissatisfied frown as he stood defensively, guarded.
Toga broke into a wide grin, baring her fangs as she got a bottle of weed killer from the kitchen cabinets, “Are you gonna kill all the overgrown plants outside? I wanna help!” She exclaimed enthusiastically.
“None of your business, psycho, now hand it over.” Dabi growled, trying to snatch the weed killer from Toga’s hands. Much to his misfortune, Toga’s a sly little shit who happens to be a ‘certified’ dodging expert. She giggled and twirled about the kitchen, unrelenting in not letting Dabi have the bottle, even as she avoided flame balls from climbing onto the table. “Nuh uh, you have to tell me what you’re using it for first! I wanna know!”
After a few more moments of going back and forth, Dabi paused in his chase and quickly covered his mouth as he started to cough violently, spitting the Strelitzia flower petals into his palm, grimacing as he felt a little weaker and disoriented, supporting himself by slumping against a nearby counter.
Toga paused as well, eyes widening as a spark of fascination sparkled in her eyes, “is that what I think it is?” Toga gasped in both surprise and delight as she stalked forward and loomed over Dabi’s slumped figure and squealed when Dabi didn’t deny it, grinning widely, almost… proud?
“Hanahak!” she realised all too excitedly, an amazed look in her eyes, “oh my gosh! You’re in love, Dabi! I’m so proud of you! I didn’t know your oh-so stone cold heart of ice was capable of such!” Toga marveled.
“Toga, disrespectfully, shut the fuck up. I’m literally dying.” Dabi deadpanned as he shot Toga an unimpressed look, crossing his arms loosely over his chest while slumping against the counter.
“Still! That doesn’t drive away the point that you’re in love! LOVE!” Toga shook his shoulders energetically with an all too wide grin, practically vibrating in her spot as she let go of Dabi and jumped up and down excitedly in a circle like some hyperactive kid.
“Okay, now you know. Can I have my weed killer now?” Dabi remarked flatly, willing himself to stay calm despite the urge to just snatch the damn bottle away.
Toga pretended to think with her arms crossed, her index finger tapping her chin, “hm… nah.” Toga giggled as she ran to the window and tossed the weed killer out as far as she could, A very faint THUD sound could be heard, resulting in an offended gasp from Dabi.
“You actual asshole, what the fuck?” Dabi stood up way too fast for his liking, his vision blacking out for a second before he snapped back into reality and shook his head, stomping over to Toga and placed his hands on his hips with a subtle pout on his lips.
“That was my only cure to my hanahaki…” Dabi sulked as he looked at the spilled bottle of weed killer.
Toga barked out a laugh at Dabi’s reaction, it was adorable! She’s never seen him so expressive before, so this was new.
“There there, my condolences,” She feigned an apologetic tone as she patted Dabi’s shoulders mockingly, which had Dabi swatting her hand away, “But you would’ve poisoned yourself big time with that. I don’t think you wanna feel even more sick.” Toga chided disapprovingly.
However, after a moment’s notice, her expression contorted into a sly and mischievous one, sending red blaring alarms in Dabi’s head as she leaned forward with a smirk, “Speaking about love, I have just the tiniest inkling that I know exactly who the lucky guy is,”
“Wow I wonder-“
“Tomura!” Toga exclaimed.
“What.” Dabi remarked flatly, his words biting.
“Joking,” Toga cackled, throwing her head back with a huge grin, “it’s Hawksie, isn’t it?”
Dabi rolled his eyes, “Bingo, want a gold medal for answering the cause of 48% of my problems correctly?” Dabi responded dryly.
Toga blinked, pausing for a moment, “that’s oddly specific,” she bemused. She shook out of her stupor, and with newfound enthusiasm, she perked up, her hands on her hips as she proudly announced, “I’ve predicted this day would come,”
“In your fantasies?” Dabi raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
“Well,” Toga’s lips settled into a thin line, “maybe, but it still counts. Anyway, don’t interrupt me! Ahem, as I was saying- You might be thinking you’re having hanahaki due to unreciprocated love, but that usually isn’t the case! It’s because you think it’s unrequited. Go get yo man while you still can!” Toga beamed.
Dabi stared at her with an unreadable expression.
“That’s how cowards do it,”
Was the only warning Toga got before Dabi dashed down the stairs with a spoon in hand -that he grabbed from nearby- and ran towards where the weed killer was spilled, collecting all the excess ones that hasn’t evaporated or was absorbed into the ground into, shoving every scoop into his mouth ferociously like a man starved before promptly fainting. (due to his already weak body who can’t handle much poisoning.)
Toga gasped, semi-horrified and concerned as she stared down at the scene from upstairs, “oh my god, you actual fucking lunatic.” Toga facepalmed as she witnessed the entire thing. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, resigning herself to accept the fate of taking care of her stupid big brother figure who’s so unbelievably dumb.
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“League’s base. Right now.” Toga commanded over the phone with a firm and uncharacteristically intimidating voice as she dragged an unconscious Dabi back to the league’s living room.
“I’m actually busy-“ Hawks was cut off immediately.
“It’s to do with Dabi.” Toga interrupted.
“I’m on my way,” Hawks replied automatically as he hung up.
Simp. Toga thought to herself as she hauled Dabi up on the couch.
Not even a few minutes later and Hawks flew in, descending gracefully on his feet as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Noticing Dabi immediately, he looked up at Toga, silently requesting an explanation.
“In summary, illness, poison.” Toga explained.
“I might need you to elaborate on that one, buddy,” Hawks crossed his arms with a pensive expression on his face.
“He poisoned himself, thinking it could cure him.” Toga elaborated as requested.
“Dumb bitch.” Hawks murmured.
“Dumb bitch,” Toga echoed in agreement.
“What kind of illness made him think poisoning himself was the cure, anyway?” Hawks raised an eyebrow, “Dabi’s not usually this reckless.”
“Restricted information.” Toga smirked cheekily.
Hawks sighed exasperatedly, getting a speck of information seemed to cost millions of dollars these days. Heck, one day it’d probably cost him his soul. Just give some details, dammit!
A few hours later, Dabi woke up feeling nauseous in his stomach and head while Hawks was busy contemplating in a corner why he even stayed for so damn long when he could’ve been doing something far more important.
When Dabi laid eyes on Hawks, he felt the annoying and irritating familiar itch of flowers threatening to spill. To make things worse, Hawks seemed to have sensed that he had woken up, which isn’t surprising looking at the feather right above his heart.
“Our resident arsonist has finally awaken, how was your sleep, sleeping beauty?” Hawks smirked as he settled next to Dabi’s now sitting figure.
“Fuck off, it’s too early for this,” Dabi grumbled hoarsely as Hawks merely laughed, sending a feather to fetch a cup of clean water for him, the melodious laugh soothing the flowers ever so slightly.
“Too early? It’s already dinner time, you self-destructive swine,” Hawks scoffed as he shoved a cup of water onto Dabi’s chest, “now be a good patient and drink up to rid of the poison in your system,”
“You’re not my damn doctor.” Dabi retorted as he pushed the cup away.
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” Hawks made an annoyed ‘tch’ sound under his breath as he straddled Dabi, grabbing his chin, ignoring the way Dabi tensed and tilted the cup to an angle where the water will start to pour, forcing Dabi to react quickly and part his lips to swallow the water down quickly so that it doesn’t spill.
“You fucking asshole,” Dabi cursed as he ducked his head down once it was over. Thank god for the scars, he feared his ears would be a dead giveaway of how he felt currently, because if he didn’t have them as of now, it’d definitely be red with embarrassment.
“Oh don’t get shy on me now,” Hawks cooed condescendingly, tilting Dabi’s chin up to get a good look at him, staring at him with an unwavering and predatory golden gaze, as if trying to figure out something.
Dabi met his gaze just as challengingly with narrowed eyes, not one to back down from whatever silent challenge they have going on.
The silence was deafening until Dabi couldn’t hold in his coughs anymore and his head flitted to the side, hacking out the blue orange flowers (that he’s come to hate) violently for a good 20 seconds, which felt like an eternity. Talk about bad timing…
Hawks let go of Dabi in the process as he quietly observed the scene and his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, “You’re in love?” He asked bluntly, picking up a Strelitza flower petal from Dabi’s bloody hand.
“Who?” Hawks asked, coming off as demanding, his eyebrows furrowing, eyes narrowing, and wings fluttering impatiently as he crushed the petal in his palm.
“Jealous?” Dabi managed to get out in between bloody coughs, wheezing as he spit it all out in his hand since his secret was no longer one.
Hawks wasn’t even phased by the sight in the slightest as he huffed, “don’t fuck with me. Who?” He repeated.
“You,” Dabi easily admitted. However, he was just as surprised by his own words. He didn’t expect it to just… slip out like that.
Silence.
A Strelitza flower, representing him as he had no favourite flower. Hawks supposed it does fit. It meant exotic beauty and freedom, after all. A summary of himself. This is the flower that represents Dabi’s love for him. What a joke. This mission the commission sent him to do was getting harder by the minute. Don’t let emotions or love get in the way, you say? Too late, Madam president.
“You’ve just gotta make everything so much more fucking complicated every time, don’t you? Is that your damn hobby or something?” Hawks remarked sarcastically, not giving Dabi a chance to reply or react before smashing their lips together in a messy, uncoordinated, and inexperienced kiss.
Dabi’s eyes widened uncharacteristically, not one to be caught off guard easily, but damn if the bird had a way of disarming him so easily. However, it didn’t take long for him to pull the hero closer in a pathetically desperate manner, burying his fingers in Hawks’ hair and tilting his head to deepen the kiss, acting on pure instinct as their teeth clashed messily, their lips chasing each other wildly like feral animals. Hawks mirrored his actions. He could taste the metallic flavour of Dabi’s blood and stray flower metals in his mouth, getting his own lips stained with some blood in the process.
They continued this for a short while due to both being inexperienced adults, their chests heaving heavily, breathless from the kiss. Not once did they take their eyes off each other, engrossed in their own world, in each other.
“You’re disgusting,” Dabi broke the silence with a rude remark, feeling the roots in his lungs clearing up as he looked at Hawks with a semi-amused expression.
“Says the one who reciprocated the disgusting kiss.” Hawks smirked lazily, detaching a feather to grab tissues and wet wipes for the both of them, his feathers cleaning up the blood on the floor, the petals, and their bloody lips.
“Touché,” Dabi replied, because truth to be told, he was actually almost speechless. The hero must be insane, what was he thinking, kissing Dabi like that? Shouldn’t he have higher standards? Oh but the kiss itself… was wonderful, not that he’d ever admit it, but it was a work of art to him in its own way. It felt magical. Maybe he was just going insane, but he already gave up his sanity a long time ago.
“Now my lunatic, next time, don’t fucking poison yourself in hopes of curing yourself, even- no- especially if it’s a love illness. Got it? Just call me. I’ll be there before you know it.” Hawks crossed his arms, using a scolding tone, akin to an unimpressed mother. However, his eyes held concern. Repulsive, Dabi thinks, but he knew he was only fooling himself. Deep down, he couldn’t deny that he loved whatever this was. He loved the fact that Hawks was worried, relished in his attention too.
“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Dabi scoffed, rolling his eyes, waving a hand dismissively, “stop being such a mother hen.”
“Ah, that reminds me, that’s why you sent me that text today, earlier on.” Hawks grinned slyly, “forgive me for causing you yet another problem, princess.”
Dabi grumbled in annoyance, smacking Hawks’ forehead, “don’t flatter yourself.”
Hawks merely chuckled in response and pulled Dabi in for another lazy but affectionate kiss to which Dabi resigned himself to reluctantly (not).
End.