Flufftober

Second kiss

Hawks wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He wasn't usually like this—awkward, tongue-tied, and blushing like a lovestruck teenager. But when it came to Dabi, something about the villain just short-circuited his brain.

They were sitting on the rooftop of an old building, where they often hung out away from prying eyes. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over everything. It was quiet, peaceful, the perfect moment for... something. Hawks couldn't stop glancing at Dabi, his stomach doing flips every time he caught sight of those intense blue eyes or that lopsided grin.

The first kiss had been unexpected but perfect in its own messy, chaotic way. They hadn't talked much about it afterward, as if both were content to let it be what it was. But now Hawks wanted more—no, needed more. The memory of Dabi's lips, surprisingly warm despite his quirk, haunted him. He wanted to feel that again. But asking Dabi for a second kiss? Well, that was another story.

"You're fidgeting again, birdie." Dabi's voice snapped Hawks out of his spiral of thoughts. He turned his head, only to realize Dabi was staring at him with that same unreadable smirk. "Something on your mind?"

Hawks swallowed hard, trying to play it cool, but his wings betrayed him, twitching slightly. He opened his mouth to respond, but what came out wasn't the suave, casual remark he'd intended.

"I, um... I—well, y-you see, it's—"

Dabi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, and leaned in a little closer, his smirk widening. "You're not usually this flustered. What's got you all worked up, Hawks? Cat got your tongue?"

The teasing tone only made Hawks' heart race more, his mind racing in circles as he tried to find the words. The problem was Dabi—he was just *too* handsome, too cool, and way too much for Hawks to handle sometimes. How was he supposed to ask for something as simple as a kiss when Dabi looked at him like that?

Dabi, apparently sensing Hawks' internal struggle, tilted his head. "You look like you're about to explode. Just spit it out."

Hawks couldn't help it—the blush creeping up his neck flared across his face, and he ducked his head, rubbing the back of it with a nervous laugh. "It's not a big deal... I just—um..." His voice dropped into a mumble. "... want another kiss."

It was quiet for a moment, the sound of the wind ruffling Hawks' feathers the only thing filling the space between them. Hawks risked a glance at Dabi, who looked slightly surprised at first, but then his expression softened.

"Is that what's got you all worked up?" Dabi asked, his voice gentler now, though there was still a trace of that playful edge in it. "You've been acting like you're asking me to fight the number one hero or something."

Hawks shifted awkwardly, his wings fluffing up around him as he tried to recover some of his usual confidence. "I'm not usually like this, you know. You're just... too—" He trailed off, unable to find the right word.

Dabi chuckled, leaning in closer, his breath warm against Hawks' skin. "Too what?"

"Too hot," Hawks muttered before he could stop himself, immediately regretting it. The heat in his cheeks intensified, and he buried his face in his hands. "Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that..."

To his surprise, Dabi didn't laugh. Instead, Hawks felt a hand gently pull one of his hands away from his face. When he looked up, Dabi was right there, close enough that Hawks could see the faintest hint of colour on Dabi's scarred cheeks.

"Don't hide, birdie," Dabi murmured, his voice soft in a way that made Hawks' heart skip a beat. "If you want something, just ask."

Hawks blinked up at him, his breath hitching as Dabi's thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the edge of his blush. "Another kiss, huh?" Dabi whispered, his lips curving into a small, genuine smile. "That's all?"

Hawks nodded, his mouth suddenly dry as he found himself caught in Dabi's gaze, unable to look away. Dabi didn't make him wait long. He leaned in, and Hawks' breath hitched just before Dabi's lips met his.

The kiss was softer than Hawks had expected, gentle but still firm, just like Dabi. It was slower this time, less rushed, as if Dabi was savouring it—and Hawks did the same. His wings fluttered behind him, and he felt himself melting into Dabi's touch, completely swept up in the moment.

When Dabi finally pulled away, he lingered just close enough that their foreheads touched. Hawks blinked, a little dazed, his heart still pounding in his chest.

"There," Dabi said quietly, his voice low and soothing. "Was that so hard to ask for?"

Hawks let out a breathless laugh, still blushing but feeling a lot more relaxed now. "Maybe not. But you make it kinda difficult when you're standing there looking like that."

Dabi chuckled softly, brushing a strand of Hawks' hair back. "I'll try to tone it down for you, birdie."

Hawks smirked, his confidence slowly returning. "Nah, don't do that. I kinda like it when you're impossible to handle."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, amused. "Is that so?"

"Yeah," Hawks grinned, leaning in a little closer. "Guess I'll just have to keep asking for more kisses until I can handle it."

Dabi laughed, a rare, genuine sound that made Hawks' heart skip again. "Good luck with that, birdie."