Flufftober

Dancing

It was a rare quiet evening; the kind Hawks had been hoping for after the chaos of their last mission. The warm glow of the sunset filled the small apartment he and Dabi shared, casting a golden hue across the walls. Hawks, stretching out his wings with a satisfied sigh, looked over to where Dabi was leaning against the window, his usual aloofness softened by the serene moment.

Hawks smirked, already feeling the warmth in his chest that always bloomed when he looked at Dabi in these rare moments of peace. Despite his gruff exterior and the scarred past, Dabi had a gentleness that only Hawks was privy to. It made Hawks want to pull him in and never let go.

"Hey, you," Hawks called softly, walking over to Dabi. "Wanna dance with me?"

Dabi raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Dance? You've got to be kidding me, bird brain."

Hawks chuckled, knowing the playful insult masked Dabi's affection. "C'mon, just this once. No one's watching, and it's not like we're going anywhere tonight."

Dabi rolled his eyes but didn't move away as Hawks stepped closer. He was always like this, reluctant to show his softer side but never truly denying Hawks what he wanted. Hawks gently took Dabi's hand, his fingers warm against Dabi's slightly cooler skin, and placed his other hand on Dabi's waist.

"There, see? Not so bad," Hawks teased as he started swaying them gently to the rhythm of some slow, imaginary music.

Dabi let out a huff, pretending to be disinterested, but Hawks could feel the way he relaxed slightly, the tension in his body easing. It was moments like this that Hawks cherished, when Dabi let down his walls and allowed himself to just be. The two of them moved in a slow, lazy circle, the world outside their apartment fading into irrelevance.

After a few quiet moments, Hawks rested his head on Dabi's shoulder, his wings wrapping around them both like a warm, feathery cocoon. Dabi stiffened at first, but then, as always, he relaxed into the touch. His hand found its way into Hawks' hair, his fingers lightly threading through the strands.

"You're impossible, you know that?" Dabi murmured, his voice low and rough.

Hawks chuckled softly. "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

There was a long pause before Dabi responded. "Yeah... I do." His voice was so quiet that Hawks almost missed it, but the words hit him harder than any loud proclamation could. His heart swelled, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft shuffle of their feet and the steady beat of their hearts.

They danced in silence for a while longer, the setting sun painting the room in shades of pink and orange. Hawks closed his eyes, feeling completely at peace, his entire world wrapped up in this one moment with Dabi.

"Alright," Dabi said after a while, pulling back slightly, "you've had your dance. Don't get used to it."

Hawks grinned, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I'm totally getting used to it. Next time, I'll teach you how to twirl."

Dabi scoffed, but there was a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Don't push your luck, feather head."

Hawks laughed, pulling Dabi closer for a quick kiss. "Too late."

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, they stood there, swaying together in the dim light. No words were needed. In the quiet of their shared space, they found a soft, unspoken understanding—one built on trust, love, and the small, tender moments like this one.

And as long as they had each other, Hawks knew that everything would be alright.