Irhaboggle Pride (2024) Pride Fourever

Four Seasons

"Ugh! Time for summer break!" Hawks sighed, stretching his arms, back, wings, in the warm, golden, summer sun, quickly taking flight.

"Don't fly too far or too fast, Icarus, or you'll really end up as fried chicken," Dabi muttered under his breath, smirking at the other man, then he raised his voice marginally. "As if you wouldn't have found an excuse to cut corners and slack off in your duties anyway?"

"Hey! Heat like this makes us lethargic, you know?" Hawks called back down to him. "Some of us, at least!" he added, and even though he and Dabi were no longer near one another, they both smirked knowingly.

If you REALLY want a heatwave... Blue fire flickered and burned beneath pale, scarred skin, itching to burst free. Contrary to the rest of what this world thinks, it is not red, orange, or yellow that ought to represent heat, but blue! Blue flames always burn brightest and hottest.

"Careful, Smokey, there's better ways to let off steam than that!" Hawks teased. Dabi didn't notice, but his sharp eyes saw the dancing blue.

"Smokey?" Dabi snorted as Hawks swooped by, wind from his gold wings ruffling Dabi's short, shaggy, black hair.

Hawks swooped back and winked. "Only YOU can prevent forest fires!" Then he flashed Dabi a thumbs up, and a cocky, dazzling smile.

Dabi went deadpan instantaneously. "Well, you do want to be a great hero, don't you? I could lend a hand... You swoop in as the daring, heroic savior!" A twisted smile replaced the deadpan. "Nothing wrong with a little slash-n-burn agriculture!"

"Only on Permissive Burn Days!" Hawks huffed, indignant, wings flapping once for emphasis as he crossed his arms and hovered before Dabi. "Besides, even in agricultural communities, the practice is dying out!" Slash-n-burn was classic, but it caused air pollution.

Of course, the birdbrained aviator cares about air quality! Dabi scoffed darkly. Unfortunately, though, Hawks was had a point. Dabi needed air too, after all, and so did his fiery Quirk. But slash-n-burn exists for a reason. Letting too much undergrowth die without being pruned away is just begging for an even larger forest fire down the road.

"Why are we even arguing about this anyway?" Hawks finally asked. "It's summertime! We're supposed to be having fun! Not fighting!"

"Same difference, right?" Dabi smirked, quirking an eyebrow. Hawks only shot him a deadpan look in return.

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Come Autumn, Hawks was soaring through the air again, this time surrounded by leaves that matched his color palette. Now it was time for red, orange, and yellow to reign supreme. The birdman almost looked like he was dancing with the leaves as he zoomed through the sky.

There's also gold, brown, peach, tan... Dabi noticed it all. Now that I think about it, he has a decent autumnal complexion. Dabi smirked. Oh, the irony. The creature of air had an aesthetic more suited to fire than the creature of fire. It wasn't Dabi, after all, who was draped and bathed in the glory and glow of red and gold. They were heroic colors, strong and brave. Meanwhile, I was left with gloomy blue and black.

Dabi didn't care, it was just an observation. Though Hawks would sometimes joke that he looked like that one Disney villain.

"You know? God of the Afterlife, and LITERALLY a flaming blue homosexual!" The birdboy had chortled.

"Oh? Do tell? Does he kill the hero?" Dabi asked back, calm and flat as ever. Hawks scoffed and rolled his eyes. Of course not! In every story, the hero always won. If the hero was stuck in his darkest hour, then it just meant that the story wasn't over yet.