30 Day NSFW challange Dabihawks edition!

Day 1: Cuddles (Naked)

Word count: 7329

Hawks stretched himself out, leaning forward to pull his tense spine out. A symphony of cracks, crunches and clicks fill the empty space of his nearly bare room. The sound of his own bones popping was far more satisfying than the incessant screeching of his alarm of which he'd slapped into silence a mere few seconds ago, had it been a normal day he wouldn't need to suffer through the ringing device. Alas, today he had to start particularly early. Why? Because he had places to be and people who needed their number two hero, people needed Hawks’ undivided attention and like the good little hero he was, he'd comply. Besides, he had a little secret mission he's been working on. He'd never hear the end of it if he didn't centre his entire daily routine around the infamous flame villain… this villain was of course none other than Dabi. A high ranking member of the newly formed Paranormal Liberation Front and one of the very first members of the League Of Villains.

Usually, the pro hero would be awake with the birds (no pun intended), shuffling from his nearly peaceful rest at the crack of dawn. He couldn't remember from where or when this habit had developed, or if it just came naturally with his quirk; but he'd never sleep past the first few creeping rays of sunshine forcing their way through his blinds. Now, he shuffled to his feet, groaning as he opened up the skylight above his bedroom with his tiny remote control of which he was given at the time he'd moved into the building (courtesy of the Public Hero Safety Commission of course).

As expected, it was dark, the tiny pinpricks of stars still decently visible on their stretching midnight backdrop which was only only slightly tinted with the early glowing hues of rich magentas. It was nearing five in the morning in the peak of Winter, it would be foolish to assume it wouldn't be dark out at this hour. Speaking of Winter… It was December. The 28th of December at that. In normal cases, this would be considered Keigo's birthday, but he doesn't really celebrate that. He never has and he never will, there is nothing to celebrate about the day he was born. Having said that, he would like to take it easy (if he could that is), as much as he'd like to think he's honed his emotions and is able to control them, things are different today. It's a sensitive day.

But what a silly idea that is. Him? Staying home to relax? Hawks relaxing? Preposterous!

Today was booked. Filled to the brim with activities, missions, meetings, work, work, work, work. It was all booked, almost like his handlers did it on purpose to keep their most prized possession busy so as to not allow him the time of day to wallow in his own self pity, for that Keigo was grateful. He'd prefer to be busy working rather than thinking about his poor existence, his poor upbringing and his poor excuse for a father… or the poor excuse for parents… It was wrong of him to think of them like that, it genuinely made him feel like there was a crushing boulder weighing him down in his chest. A smothering weight dragging him to the ground, urging him to fall back into his half-nest and remorse. This was exactly why he had to be busy. As the number two hero, not only was it unprofessional, but incredibly ridiculous and improper to be behaving like this.

Besides, his parents didn't deserve that slander. They really did try, especially his mother; she really did try her best. The pair just weren't mentally stable and they were in a bad spot, there's no way they could have looked after a child in those conditions, it was unfair to judge them for it, it was unfair to blame them for all that and— Keigo needed a shower.

The pro hero went through his usual routine without any further interruption of unkind thoughts, much to his relief. Before he knew it, the clock ticked past six thirty and he was in the air. The cool breeze smoothing over his still slightly damp face, even if he was busy today, he couldn't risk forgetting his skincare routine! He was the youngest pro hero to reach his rank (a fact the commission were ecstatic about), it would be a shame for him to start developing wrinkles early on. If he started looking old, he'd lose popularity and drop down. He'd (they'd) hate to lose all of his progress, not that be minded being lower on the rankings, it would probably be far more peaceful. On the contrary, the Commission would never let it go if he dropped down even once, keeping his ranking up wasn't an option it was mandatory.