Before we get into this one, I wanna apologise, that for every single damn one shot their out of character, personally, it's easier because if this was angst it would be the most toxic and the worst relationship I've ever heard of so. Sorry once again for Hawks and Dabi being out of character.
This was requested by Thatcrazyidoit_123
Hawks POV
Why does work always have to be a pain in the ass. I mean, I fuck up a little up once and all of a sudden the hero commission is up my ass in two damn seconds. I mean, who decided that it'd be a good idea to have a bunch of old hags to be in control of the people that save Japan every damn day? For some reason, I don't capture my villain boyfriend, and I get a lecture for an hour by some old lady. I could see her motherfucking skeleton. I mean, my mother could do a better job, and she made me steal shit as a little kid.
Now, who is my boyfriend? You may wonder, well. I am dating the one and only villain who had murder, arson, illegal quirk usage, and sexiest criminal in the past year.
Dabi.
And yknow, I don't want my lover to be put to death for his crimes, so I don't bring him into the police, like a good lover.
But here's the catch, I can't tell anyone because they would be seen as betrayal to the heroes. And I like being the good guy. It's fun.
But the work place, is not. I mean, I can't get a good night's sleep without worrying that someone's gonna burst through my door to tell me they captured the whole league. Which is never gonna happen, but hey. That's what anxiety will do to you. Lovely, isn't it?
And now here I am, walking to the apartment I so desperately want to collapse in. And just sleep forever. If I could, I would have flown, but after that fight, I lost quite a few feathers, so now my wings are unable to carry me home. So my busted and bruised legs have to carry my tired body all the home. Why? Because it's 12 pm and there aren't any taxie drivers awake. The joys of working late and not driving to work.
I arrive at my humble abode and grab my key before realising that the door is unlocked. That wasn't me, was it? I locked the door, right? I'm already tired as fuck, so whoever is in there will have to deal with a tired bisexual whose had about 8 coffees today.
I got inside and grabbed a feather. One of the only ones I have left and used it as an intimating weapon in case of someone being in my house.
No one in the kitchen, hallway, or living room. So I checked my own room. The door is open, and a fuger of a man is sitting up on the bed. He turns the lap on and smiles at me. My beautiful boyfriend is sitting in my bed.
"Dabi? Why are you here?" I asked, dropping the feather and walking over to the bed.
"You said you were tired and sick of work, so I came by to comfort you." He answered. Man, I love him. I got into bed, and he immediately became the big spoon, kissing my cheek and neck and squeezing my waist. I chuckled and snuggled into him.
I love him so much, it's not funny.
Yeah, sorry this was short by Wattapd is being an asshole. Hope you liked it!
