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

eight

I watch as white flurries of snow fall to the ground slowly; bits getting caught on my windowsill while some continue down to the streets below my apartment, and past my small corner of the world. I pull my blankets closer to me causing my cat to glance at me annoyed since I moved him in the process.

"Oh hush, I'm cold and you're not helping," I mutter at him. He slowly blinks at me before resting his head back down and falling back to sleep. Oh, to be a cat sleeping during winter.

Just as I'm about to reach out and run my hand down his silky black fur my bedroom door slams open. I scream loudly grabbing anything I can to act as a barrier between me and whoever.

"It's cold as fuck outside!" Hawks declares as he flops onto my bed. I look at him widened and with a hand on my chest over my rapidly beating heart.

"What the fuck, Hawks?" I ask shoving him with my foot a little harder than I meant to but let's be real, he deserved it, "how did you even get in here?"

"You should really lock your balcony door," he says looking up at me with his brilliant golden eyes.

"I live on the sixth floor, bird brain. The only person who can get up here is you... probably," I roll my eyes and tuck my cold feet under the red winged hero.

"Just please. I'd feel better knowing that you're safe," Hawks says turning to face me, head propped up on one arm. He runs his warm hands over my cold legs.

"Fine, but how will you break in whenever you want," I ask, and he smiles.

"Guess you'll need to give me the key."

"Are you asking for a key to my apartment?" I ask and he shrugs.

"You're the one who said I'm welcome anytime, Dove. I'm just taking you up on that invitation."

I shake my head with a smile. "What are you doing here, Hawks? It's Christmas Eve. Shouldn't you be infiltrating the Todoroki household?"

"I- uh, I couldn't stop thinking about what you said. You don't disserve to spend a holiday alone either."

"You big sap. I'm fine. I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't have to be," he avoids my eye picking at a fuzzy on my blanket.

"I don't even have any Christmas stuff here," I shrug.

"Then let's go to the store," Hawks sits up with a big childish grin.

"You can't be for real?"

"I am always for real."

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I shake my head as I watch Hawks pull on a hat, sunglasses, and a face mask. The snow is already piling up around the front of the store we ran to. Only a handful of cars in the parking lot and very few people walking in and out of the store.

"Do you think anyone will know it's me?" he asks, and I cover my laugh with my hand.

"You have bright red wings and look like the most suspicious person I've ever seen. I think everyone will know it's you," I giggle, and he smiles at me. One by one his feathers abandon his wings until they are small enough to tuck into his jacket.

"Come on, Dove," Hawks says threading his hand through mine and tugging me along.

The store is barren. A few shoppers grab last minute Christmas dinner items or last-minute presents. Hawks tugs me to the back of the store that is dedicated to seasonal decorations. A few tiny boxes of Christmas trees are left.