"You're a fucking idiot," Dabi snorts, his voice raspy from disuse, but somehow still so fucking hot. "Shut up," Hawks mumbles, feeling his cheeks warming. And then his eyes widen comically as he turns around so quickly it's a miracle his neck doesn't snap. "You can talk." "No shit," the demon answers with a smirk playing on his burned lips, one eyebrow raised in amusement. "But... but they said you couldn't!" "Maybe I just didn't have anything to say to them." (or Dabi is a demon and Hawks is an idiot but somehow they make it work)