Dabihawks Oneshots

Of italian takeout and silver jewelries

A day in life with Human!Keigo and Vampire!Dabi.

 

Keigo was fucking pissed .

It was uncommon for a person that radiated confidence and lack of taking pretty much anything seriously to be furious, but the chances are never zero.

And when Keigo was pissed, many made sure to stir clear away from his path. His furrowing eyebrows and glaring golden irises could slaughter a family of serial murderers, had the phrase “if looks could kill” been true. 

Unfortunately, there was no way of feeling that deep-rooted satisfaction of knowing he was intimidating, because he was stuck scrubbing the stinking scent of blood with mismatched gloves, a bottle of Windex, and a colorful Doraemon apron that did not match the expression on Keigo’s face.

“Babe, I said I’m sorry－”

“Sorry?” Keigo scoffed, resisting the urge to spray Windex on his Dabi’s face. “ Five people, killed in cold blood. Really? That stock in the fridge wasn’t enough? Did you know how difficult it was to hide every single fucking body in a place where security is higher than my own agency? How I had to apologize to five different families and recite bullshit when you know I hate lying?”

“You weren’t home, you promised to be at home by ten!”

“And you promised to stop drinking other people’s blood if I was willing to give up mine, but your act of desperation and whatever fuckery ,” he gestured widely to his boyfriend’s clothes, tainted with his victims’ blood, “this is is not something I wanted to be welcomed to after working my ass off.”

“Okay, my actions aren’t that excusable－”

“What the fuck, is that all you’ve got to say－ ?”

“But maybe reconsider yours before you regret them?”

That’s rich coming from some vampire absolutely devouring five humans in blind rage, Keigo thought, but Dabi was right to some extent. He flicked his pearl white teeth (though nowhere near as white as Dabi’s. Maybe it was a vampire thing). “Silver isn’t exactly your forte, is it?” he said instead, curling his lips into a bitter smile. “Which is why I’m getting it.”

Dabi was lucky he was standing five feet away, because Keigo would’ve punched him afterwards－ then again it was Keigo himself who scouted out silver accessories from his modeling studio and watched in smug satisfaction as he was the one that put Dabi speechless for once.

“Yeah, but you won’t be angry forever.” Dabi protested, sliding awkwardly from their table, his elegance wiped away with his pride.

Keigo let out a hum. “Maybe not. It’s my decision based on my emotions alone, so obviously it isn’t a hundred percent flawless.”

Dabi let out a groan. “Babe. C’mon. I’d obviously dig the tongue stud, but it’ll hurt like a bitch.”

“Why, that’s exactly why I’m doing it.” Keigo let his smile strain. He knew punching Dabi in the guts would hurt less for him than to have to resist kissing Keigo until he removed the stud.

Dabi grumbled. “No, I meant you. The healing will be insanely painful.”

Keigo paused in his tracks, but chose to ignore that sentence as he wiped the remains of crimson sprayed on their window. It was true; it was impossible to stay mad with such a handsome man forever, but Dabi’s seductiveness has gotten away with Keigo’s attempts to stand his ground far too many times. Keigo truly loved Dabi, but there were some rules that he should always respect in their household.