Feathers and Flame // Dabi x Reader x Hawks

51: Takami Keigo

Chapter 4: Dove

Hawks saw you only once before.

He was surprised when Dabi brought you to their meeting. It was unusual of him to involve someone else, given how cagey the villain was about everything. And then there you were next to him. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off you; his curiosity got the better of him.

Hawks had spent the next few days trying to find information on you, to no avail. It was as if you didn't exist, which only further piqued his interest.

So imagine his surprise when he caught sight of you on the dance floor of a club exclusive to pro-heroes, threatening some guy with a tiny knife concealed between your slender fingers. If he wasn't trained to be vigilant, he might not have noticed.

Had Dabi sent you to watch him? Given he didn't notice you until now, it seemed you weren't an amateur. If you hadn't been distracted, he might not have seen you at all.

And that would be a shame.

Hawks circled the crowd of dancing bodies, closing in on you from another angle. He watched as you blew a kiss to the retreating back of that unfortunate guy and bent down to slide the knife back into your boot, concealing the movement with a tug at the laces.

The little black dress you wore rode up your thighs with the movement, and he wasn't above admiring the view.

When you stood again, you looked over to where he had previously been standing.

So you were watching him.

He smirked.

"I guess I'll get another drink," you muttered to yourself, barely perceptible over the blaring music.

Hawks closed the gap between you, pressing a sharpened feather-blade against your ribs from behind. He felt you tense as he bent his head lower, lips close to your ear. "What are you doing here?"

Slowly, you turned in his hold. He released his quirk, letting the feather brush harmlessly against the underside of your breasts. He was keenly aware of every movement. "There's no need for that," you said as you skimmed your hands over his shoulders to loop your arms around his neck. He stiffened. "Let's not cause a scene."

Hawks wasn't entirely sure how he'd expected you to react, but it wasn't that.

You surprised him, and he wasn't used to surprises.

Your skin was flushed pink from either the heat or the alcohol, and your soft lips were curved into a playful smirk. You were breathtaking, but he supposed that was the reason Dabi sent you to him. He was used to far less appealing threats, but he supposed your beauty was a weapon in its own right.

There was no harm in having a little fun with you.

Hawks trailed his fingertips up your arms as he began to sway to the music. Your skin was so soft beneath his touch—and it didn't help that you smelled incredible. Maybe Dabi setting you on him was a more calculated move than he gave the villain credit for. He couldn't help but ask. "Did Dabi send you here to seduce me?" He moved his hands to your hips, tracing circles over the fabric of your dress. "I didn't think he'd resort to those kinds of tactics to ensure my loyalty."

You smiled up at him through your lashes. "Are you admitting you find me seductive?"

Seductive, yes. And as beautiful as a dove.

If he wasn't trained so thoroughly to withstand manipulation, you might have won him over. It was difficult to think straight with his hands on your body and that impish look in your eyes. Still, he couldn't help but play into it a little more.