Rock My World - DabiHawks

Ever Fallen In Love

A/N: I have so much planned for this story. you just gotta stick with me through these early chapters <3

*In case you don't catch it, there's a four month time skip from the last chapter*

POV HAWKS

"What do you mean you're busy?" Rumi screams into the phone, probably kicking the nearest item out of anger. By the sounds of it, I think the victim was a bar stool. "We always have movie nights on Thursday, jackass! It's the only reason I agree to take this shitty ass closing shift!"

"I know, I know," I tell her. "I'm super sorry. We can reschedule, right?"

Rumi scoffs. "Yeah, I guess so. It's not the end of the world... I just wish you would've told me before I let Aizawa off the hook. Now I'm here mopping the floors by myself."

"Aw, cheer up bestie," I say, trying to sound optimistic. "Well, we both have Sunday off, right? How about we take Tokoyami and his friends to that arcade place downtown? I know how much you love those stupid shooting games."

Rumi sighs, but I know I've won her over. "Fine," she grumbles. "You're forgiven, idiot. But what's so important that you're putting our fabulous tradition on hold?"

"Uh, well, it's–"

"YO BIRD BRAIN, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME LIFT THESE GODDAMN BAGS!"

"Keigo. I swear to the holy mother of fuck. If you're ditching me for that lousy ass guitarist–"

"Whaaaat? No, of course not!"

"Oh my fucking god! You prick!"

"It's not like that, Rumi," I say with a nervous laugh. "I'm just... helping him move some furniture! He's moving into a new apartment today, and he asked if I could–"

"Keigo Takami. If you tell me he's moving into your apartment, I'm going to hunt you down and crucify you."

"Okay, then I won't tell you."

"KEIGO–"

"Gotta go, Rumi! Love ya!" I hang up the phone before she can get any more pissed at me and tuck my phone in my pocket. I glance over the balcony to see Dabi trying and failing to drag his three duffel bags worth of belongings up the front steps, still cursing at me but now under his breath.

Laughing, and hurry down the stairs. Dabi glares at me, but I can tell it's playful. He tosses one of the bags at me, and the weight of it almost knocks me over.

"Holy shit, what's in here? Bricks?!"

Dabi just chuckles, which I've come to realize is the most attractive thing a man covered in tattoos can do. The two of us drag his bags up the stairs, nearly collapsing from exhaustion as we burst into my living room. Dabi kicks his stuff to the side and mopes over to the couch, eyes screwed shut as he sinks into the cushions. I toss the last bag with the first two and plop onto the carpet in front of the couch.

Dabi's hand finds my hair, and he ruffles the blonde mop without bothering to look at me. Over the four months that I've known him, I've noticed this is a cute habit of his, plus a few other habits of his.

Like, when he's deep in thought, he'll chew on the closest thing, whether it's a pen cap or his the string on his sweatshirt. He fiddles with his ear piercings, too, and picks at his nails when he's barely listening. Sometimes he does little finger exercises, which I'm sure have something to do with his guitarist career. He's a very simple guy when you stop and study him.

And yet... There are so many layers. So many things he hides, so many things he doesn't like about himself. It's so subtle, but I've caught on. And I'm sure he's caught on to mine, too. He's careful not to put his hands anywhere near my neck, which I do appreciate.