Flufftober

Party

Hawks stood in front of the mirror, fidgeting with the soft fabric of the dress he'd been staring at for the past hour. It was unlike anything he'd ever worn—a simple yet elegant piece, with a deep burgundy colour that matched the warmth in his golden eyes. The dress clung to him in all the right places, with a subtle slit on the side that revealed just enough leg to be alluring but not too much to make him feel overexposed. He ran a hand through his hair, nervously fluffing it up before letting out a sigh.

"Okay, Kei. You've got this," he whispered to himself, trying to calm the fluttering in his chest. The party was supposed to be casual, a small get-together with friends, but Dabi was going to be there, and that made Hawks nervous. His mind raced with questions—what if Dabi laughed? What if he didn't like it? What if he didn't even look?

It wasn't just about the dress. It was about wanting to feel seen by Dabi, to surprise him in a way that said, "I trust you with this." Hawks had never felt this vulnerable, and he wasn't sure how Dabi would react.

Hawks took a deep breath and stepped out of the room; his wings tucked nervously against his back as he made his way to the party. The moment he entered, the room fell into a brief hush, the soft murmurs of the partygoers fading as they noticed the hero in an unexpected outfit. Hawks gave a shy smile, waving it off with his usual carefree demeanour, but inside, he was counting every heartbeat, scanning the room for Dabi.

Dabi was leaning casually against the wall, dressed in his usual style—a black shirt, leather jacket, and ripped jeans. He was talking to Spinner about something unimportant, barely paying attention until Hawks stepped into his line of sight. Dabi's breath hitched as he saw him, the conversation around him fading into a blur. Hawks looked stunning, the kind of stunning that made Dabi's heart skip a beat and his cheeks heat up in a way that was impossible to hide.

But he played it cool, pushing off the wall and walking over with a calm that masked the turmoil inside. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Hawks, every inch of him wanting to reach out, to run his fingers along the soft fabric of the dress and pull Hawks close. He was already imagining how the fabric would feel against his fingertips, how it would look bunched up in his hands if he let his instincts take over.

Hawks turned when he noticed Dabi approaching, trying to read his expression. "Hey... So, uh, what do you think?" Hawks asked, voice wavering slightly, his usual confidence replaced by a hint of nervousness. He shifted on his feet, the slit of the dress parting slightly, revealing just a bit more of his toned leg.

Dabi swallowed hard, desperately trying to maintain his composure. "You look..." He trailed off, his eyes drinking in every detail. Dabi was never one to be at a loss for words, but this time, he genuinely didn't know what to say. Hawks was beautiful in a way that was almost too much to handle. "You look good, Kei," he finally managed, his voice a bit rougher than usual.

Hawks blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Dabi's tone. He expected teasing or some sort of snarky comment, but this was something different—something soft. "Yeah? I was worried it'd be too much," Hawks admitted, his wings twitching slightly behind him.

Dabi smirked, though it was softer than his usual grin, and he shook his head. "Nah, it's perfect. You're perfect." He reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric at Hawks' waist. It was an innocent touch, but it felt like so much more. He could feel the tension in Hawks' posture, the little shiver that ran through him at the contact.

Hawks' face turned bright red, and he ducked his head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spill out. "Thanks, Toya," he mumbled, using Dabi's real name in a rare show of intimacy. It was enough to make Dabi's heart stutter, but he held back the urge to pull Hawks closer.

Dabi stuffed his hands into his pockets, trying to keep himself in check. "You're gonna be the talk of the party, y'know. Hard not to stare," he teased, his voice low as he leaned in a little closer, just enough to feel Hawks' warmth.

Hawks' blush deepened, and he looked away, his fingers toying nervously with the hem of his dress. "You're staring," he pointed out, though there was no bite to his words, only a quiet, flustered delight.

Dabi chuckled, stepping back just enough to give Hawks some space. "Can you blame me?" he said with a lopsided grin, his eyes never leaving Hawks' face. "You're gonna have everyone wrapped around your finger tonight."

Hawks smiled shyly, feeling a rush of warmth at Dabi's words. "But I only care about you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It was rare for Hawks to be this open, to lay his feelings bare, and it made Dabi's heart swell with affection.

Dabi wanted to kiss him right then and there, to let Hawks know just how much he was adored, but he restrained himself, not wanting to overwhelm him. Instead, he reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Hawks' ear. "Then it's a good thing you've already got me," he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against Hawks' cheek.

Hawks leaned into the touch; his eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the gentle contact. "Yeah," he breathed, his nerves melting away in the warmth of Dabi's affection. "I guess I do."

The rest of the party faded into the background as they stood there, lost in each other's presence. For once, Hawks didn't care about the stares or whispers around them. All that mattered was the soft, tender look in Dabi's eyes and the quiet promise of love that lingered between them.