I Don't Forgive You

33. Stupid Little Kid Germs

Dabi let out a gasp of pain, suddenly hyper aware of every single inch of Hawks' skin touching him. If he had been smart about it, he would have kicked Hawks out of their bed at the first sign of a sniffle from their germ carrying gremlin of a son. He shook his head, immediately feeling guilty for blaming his son. It wasn't Shinji's fault that he carried home the stupid germs from school. Those other kids though, those are the gremlins. And now Dabi had to suffer because of it.

"Get the fuck off of me," Dabi wheezed out as forcefully as he could, each word feeling like fire in his sore throat. He rarely ever got sick, which in itself was a miracle. His body was an absolute wreck, but the one thing it still managed to do right, was stop himself from getting sick. But when he did, it was as if his own body was attacking him. The slightest touch on his skin was like setting his nerves on fire.

He kicked back hard against Hawks' leg, desperate to get him off of him. He might feel bad about it, if he could think about anything else except the searing pain over his entire body. He let out a small sigh of relief, as Hawks leaped out of bed, woken by the sharp kick.

"What the hell?" Hawks shouted, glaring daggers down at Dabi, "What the fuck are you doing? Why are you kicking me?"

Dabi could only manage a soft whimper, trying to let himself fall back asleep, now that the searing pain wasn't keeping him awake. Everything was still a dull ache, and the sooner that he went back to sleep the better.

With a sigh, Hawks tried to lay back in bed next to Dabi, but was met with a shove, falling back onto the floor. "Seriously," Hawks let out a soft whine, rubbing the back of his head, "What did I do? Why am I now exiled from the bed?"

"Hurts," Dabi whimpered, pulling the blankets tighter over him, as if they would protect him from ever getting touched again. "Everything hurts."

"Oh no, you didn't get sick did you?" Hawks sat down on the floor, resigning himself to his fate, "You're so mean when you're sick."

"Go away, I'm in pain," Dabi grabbed Hawks' pillow, throwing it at his head. "Go sleep on the couch, or perch on the fridge or whatever weird bird thing you want to do."

Hawks grabbed the pillow and crawled to the door, "Mean." Once he got in the hallway, he closed the door behind him. Faceplanting on the floor, to try and get some rest. Truly nothing was worse than when his husband was sick, and he didn't want to risk staying and becoming collateral damage.

His eyes must have only been closed a second before he felt the entire weight of a five year old fall on top of him. He winced as his son accidentally fell hard against his wing bending it at an awkward angle. Shinji of course didn't notice that anything was wrong, just excited to play. "You up daddy, you up."

"Sure, if you say so," Hawks mumbled, trying to keep his eyes closed even for a second longer. His body was filled with aches and pains from getting kicked out of the bed, sleeping on the floor, and then topping it all off with getting body slammed by his son.

A sharp gasp escaped Shinji's lips as Hawks smelt something burning. His head thudded against the floor, the pillow pulled out from under his head. He forced his eyes open just in time to see the blue flames that were dancing across his feathers. Not his son's feather's where they belonged, but his. His eyes grew wide in panic, as Shinji started beating the flames with his now also smoldering pillow.

Ripping the flaming pillow out of Shinji's hands, he ran into the bathroom throwing himself and the pillow in the shower, as he turned the knob, letting cold water pour down on him. So much for sleeping in on a Saturday.

"I sorry Daddy," Shinji had tears in his eyes, staring at Hawks' who was now completely soaked from head to toe. His wings dripped on the floor, leaving a large puddle on the floor beneath him. His red feathers were tinged with ash and soot on one side, as the fire did just enough damage to make his next few days of work difficult.