Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

45: Ghost

An abandoned mansion in Haibori woods was the only whisper of the League you'd gotten in weeks, but looking at it now, you doubted he would be inside.

The house was a shell devoid of any kind of light or life, and it was far too quiet for your liking.

It was a trap, but you had every intention of walking into it.

Unfortunately, this very valuable piece of information brought with it a team of pro-heroes with the same intention as you. And lest you forget, that also included Hawks.

Hawks, whom you hadn't seen in the few days that passed since you snuck from his bed before the sun rose. His scent lingered on your skin for hours after and the memory of it for longer still. It was wrong of you to seek comfort in him after everything. It was so very wrong and yet it felt so undeniably right.

Tires screeched on the gravel road and a car pulled to a stop close to where you were leaning against a dark-wood tree as you watched the silent mansion. Endeavor was the first to step out, followed by Best Jeanist, Deku, and of course, Hawks.

His golden eyes caught you—flighty bird as you were—and you were beginning to understand why he was named after a hawk. His gaze held an almost predatory edge as he stalked for you, each step quickening the pace of your heart. Gone was the tenderness from when he'd held you. Now, the full brutal weight of his attention was your punishment.

"Dove."

You straightened against the tree. "Hawks."

His hard, unreadable eyes swept over you but lingered in the places he'd so carefully bandaged. He was still worried about you.

When he didn't immediately reply, you filled the painful stretch of silence. "Is this all that is coming?"

He shook his head. "There's more, they'll be here soon."

Hawks was still watching you intently, now only a step away. It was hard to look at him and not remember the image of him knelt before you, or feel the whisper of warmth against your skin where he'd crushed you to him. Did he recall how you shivered beneath a mere brush of his fingers the same way you recalled the flicker of desire in his eyes?

If he did, you wouldn't know.

But you—

You couldn't hide the stain of heat on your cheeks as the memory swept through you. By the way Hawks' mouth lifted at the edge, he hadn't missed it. He took another step, closing the gap between you and forcing you to press yourself against the tree behind you in hopes you could vanish into it. You couldn't, of course.

"You know," Hawks said slowly, bracing one hand on the tree while his face hovered ever closer to yours. "I'm not used to being toyed with."

He leaned in further, his lips brushing torturously against the shell of your ear. "I don't like it."

It took everything you had not to run away—or lean closer. He smelled like a sinful addiction. "Are you going to do this here? In front of them?"

Hawks shrugged, his mouth curving into a grin. "I can't help it, the way you blush like that is so adorable."

You glared at him, heat still flushing your skin. "Is this supposed to be payback?"

He quirked a brow, moving back slightly so he could look at you again. "For what exactly?"

"For my..." you said with a pause, chewing on your lip, "early departure the other morning."

"You said it, not me." Hawks' eyes drifted to your lips for a heartbeat, but they were gone before a blink. "You agreed to stay, little dove. I felt somewhat cheated."