L.O.V. Shit (+ Hawks) Crackfics

The Fighting Scar Thing

ANGSSTTT

eh not really hawks just got a little beaten lolz
summary: he comes back with a "fighting scar thing" and is like aGHhHhHhh so dabi wraps him up and they sleep together cutely🙂👺
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Hawks flew back to the bar shakily. He had just been in this mad fight with a few villans - thankfully not his mates - but he had gotten some bad injuries.

A nurse at the scene had approached him but he quickly took flight, not wanting any of their hands touching him all over (save that for dabi-) There was only a few people he really trusted.

Fuck heroing.

Eventually he saw the disguised building and dived down behind, knowing which entrance to take. He slammed the door open there, stumbling into the main room where the League was just hanging about, totally oblivious to the news on the TV.

As the knob of the opened door hit the wall, everyone turned at the sudden bang and stared at the bleeding hero.

"Oh my word," Shigaraki said, quite stunned.

"Damn, Hawks! You okay?! You look like shit."

"Yeah, sorry, but do I look okay to you?" Hawks chuckled, only to wince, his grip on his side tightening.

Dabi soon came into the room, and rushed over at the sight of his bird covered in blood.

"Kei! What the hell happened?"

Hawks fell to his knees with a pant. "Just another casual day in the hero agency, heh."

"This isn't funny," Dabi scolded, kneeling down beside the hero.

"Then let's pretend it is."

Hawks had already taken off his jacket, so when Dabi took hold of the hem of his tight shirt, he nodded in approval.

"You might want to look away," he told him, before raising the shirt.

Hawks gasped in pain, while Dabi and the rest of the League either made faces, grimaced, or raised their eyebrows. Except that one crazy girl who smiled but eh.

"Twice, get the first aid kit," Shigaraki ordered.

The cut was large, and ran all the way from his side to the middle of his stomach. It was clear blood had been practically pouring from it, due to the amount of crusted blood around the wound, some of it now sticking to his hero shirt where it had seeped through.

Hawks grunted. "How bad is it?"

Neither person said a word.

"Well?" Hawks prompted.

"It's the best thing I've ever seen!"

"Shut up, Toga. Someone get her out of the room. And yes, Kei. It's pretty big."

"Like your dick?"

"Well yes, [ok back to angst now] but also, you've got to take the shirt off. Can you do that?"

Hawks snorted as if it was asking him something like wiggling his fingers. He attempted lifting his shirt over his head, but found it hurt to even raise his arm, since it would pull up on the cut.

He tried to hide his pained expression but Dabi saw, and frowned.

"Here, let me," he offered. "Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Slowly, Dabi raised the shirt and slipped it over Hawks's shoulders, who sucked in a breath as he had to move a bit to wriggle his wings out. (i was tempted to write sucked a dick just for the sake of it but no)