Chapter Eight

                                    

                                          
A dull burn throbs as Hawks weaves his way past his colleagues; he smiles to himself- if it wasn't for the ache, Hawks would've convinced himself that last night had been nothing but another one of his fervor dreams. He's no stranger to the morning smart after a fling, but the burn from Dabi's touch is on a whole new level for Hawks- it leaves him wanting more, needing more.
                          
He flops down on his office chair and shifts around, trying to find a more comfortable position. Hawks finds it nearly impossible to do his paperwork as his mind keeps wondering back to Dabi. He keeps stealing glances at his computer's clock and taps his fingers impatiently against his desk. One hour down, seven more to go. 
                          
"Hawks," The receptionist's voice crackles through his intercom, "Endeavor is here to see you." Even Endeavor could not ruin Hawks' good mood. His finger hovers over the button as he pauses. Will he even be able to look Endeavor in the eyes after a particularly busy night he had with the man's estranged son? He supposes he will have to face the hero one way or another. He just hopes that Endeavor keeps this meeting short and sweet. Before he can give the go ahead to send Endeavor to his office- his window slides open. 
                          
Hawks spins around and a scarred hand shoots out, covering his mouth before he can let out a startled yelp.
                          
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Hawks hisses from behind Dabi's hand. Hawks stares unbelieving at Dabi, his office is on the top floor and unless Dabi launched himself up with his quirk, he must've taken the fire escape. Hawks surmises that would explain why Dabi is covered in sweat and slightly out of breath. The other man shrugs and takes back his hand, leaning against Hawks' desk.
                          
"I had nothing else better to do." 
                          
"Nothing better to do? Aren't you a villain? Don't you have like a bank to rob or streets to jaywalk?" Dabi snorts, crossing his arms he shoots Hawks an amused smile.
                          
"Well this is certainly a first, I thought heroes were supposed to tell us bad guys to not do crime. Yet, here we are. You encouraging me to actually do my job." Hawks' wings flutter in panic, he has no idea why of all days, Dabi decides to visit the exact time Endeavor actually agrees to a meeting.
                          
"Hawks." The voice crackles again, now tinged with a hint of irritability, "Are you there?" He blinks several times at the intercom before rushing over to his desk, trying his best to ignore Dabi's touch as his fingers slip through Hawks' feathers.
                          
"Yes, I'm finishing up a report now. You can send him up." He knows he's on a time crunch and turns off the intercom before turning back around to Dabi.
                          
"Okay, you need to leave." All this earns him is an arched eyebrow.
                          
"Oh?" Hawks feels a headache creeping up and he massages his temples.
                          
"Yes. I have a meeting with Endeavor and he's up on his way to my office. Like, right now." Dabi doesn't bat an eye and instead his grin grows into something a little malicious, he cracks his neck and rolls back his shoulders.
                          
"Good." Hawks shakes his head and shoves Dabi towards the window.
                          
"Not today satan, I'm not going to deal with you pulling a reverse Inigo Montoya. I refuse to have my agency become a pile of ash." Trying to move Dabi is like trying to herd a cat. Impossible.
                          
"What?" Hawks momentarily stops pushing against Dabi and stares at him curiously.
                          
"Wait- have you never seen The Princess Bride before?"
                          
"You seem to think that I had an ideal childhood where I could just sit around watching movies all day."
                          
"Okay, well I guess I know what we'll be doing later." Dabi slumps against Hawks with a defeated sigh.
"Why can't you just let me continue to live like the uncultured swine that I am?" Before Hawks has a chance to reply, a knock at the door catches them both off guard.