Red Feathers and Blue Infernos | Dabi x Hawks x reader/OC

seven

The next week I survey my apartment, now spotless from the mass amounts of junk that used to cover the floors and furniture. I even managed to pull my kotatsu table out from storage so Hawks, and subsequentially my cat, has a warm place to sit. With the temperatures dropping quickly and snow falling every few days, Hawks has been grumpier than usual. Turns out birds don't like the cold much.

I roll up my sleeves and start pulling out ingredients. A cutting board and one of my fancy knives, vegetables, meat, noodles, eggs, and spices litter my counterspace. Suddenly the door slams open and I jump with a shriek. When I turn Hawks is rushing into my home Either I forgot to lock it, witch I doubt, or he knew where I hid my spare key. Sometimes that man scares me with how observant he is. He shakes the snow off of his beanie and jacket and onto my clean floors.

"I just mopped!" I shout.

"Fuck sorry, Kana. I'll mop again really quick," he says taking his boots off before stepping fully into my home.

Hawks locates my mop easily and I can only assume he already knew where it was. I shake my head as I return to the kitchen to begin prepping for dinner. Everything needs to be perfect. I sigh. Perfect. Everything always needs to be perfect. You can thank that one on my wonderful childhood. A habit curtesy of my mother I always say I'm going to break but, in the end, never can. Failure isn't an option, and neither is second best. Shaking my head I wash my hands and the vegetables before moving them to a chopping board.

"Need a hand?" Hawks asks as he enters the kitchen.

"I think I can manage," I shrug. Hawks leans against the counter watching me carefully slicing mushrooms into small pieces before moving to the onion and garlic.

"I thought you told Dabi we were cooking dinner?"

"We are," I say emphasizing the same word he does, "Get a big pot from that cabinet and fill it with water. Put it on the stove on medium high."

"Yes ma'am" he solutes before he gets to work at the task at hand. He carefully pulls out my pot before running it under the tap to fill it and set it on the stove. When he's done, he returns to my side, and I smile at him.

"Good bird," I coo, and he rolls his eyes. Hawks stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets, eyes lighting up. He pulls his hand from his pocket in a fist.

"Open your hand," he says, and I look at him like he's crazy.

"No. Is that a bug?"

"Why would it be a bug? Do you think I keep bugs in my pockets?"

"I don't know. Birds get hungry too."

"I don't eat bu- just open your hand, Kana!"

I do as I'm told, and Hawks drops something small and smooth in my hand. I smile at the small shiny rock.

"This is pretty," I say softly.

"I saw it and thought you would like it."

"Thank you, pretty bird," I coo at him, and he smiles sheepishly. I like this smile so much better than the one he puts on for the public. I examine in the small rock carefully before walking over to my living room bookshelf and setting it down with a few other nicknacks. Hawks watches me carefully as I move around my home.

"I think I like your home better than mine. You have so much stuff that just feels like you."

"Well, you're always welcome whenever," I shrug, and he smiles.

"Don't say that. I might never leave."

"It might not be so bad. You're not as completely unbearable as I make you out to be."