He laughs, snuggling into Dabi’s arms. He feels at home with him, at home in his arms. Hawks has never really experienced a Christmas with anyone. He always been too busy with hero work. Even when he was little, he never got to have a Christmas. So it was nice to spend it with someone, even if that someone hated it. He smiles, his arms tightening around Dabi. He swears he hears giggling around him. They must have looked really cute in order to elicit that sort of response. He huffs, peering around Dabi. He was right, there’s an ever growing crowd of people, probably interested in who the number two hero was hugging.
He grabs Dabi’s arm, taking off down the street and bolting into another store. This one is a quiet store with only a few people in it. Hawks lets out a soft sigh, turning to look at a plush polar bear. He picks it up, turning it this way and that way. He stares into its beady eyes for a minute, turning to Dabi. He smiles holding the polar bear up.
“When I was little, I used to love polar bears. They were my favorite animal, and honestly, they still are.” He stares at the polar bear for a moment, before putting it back to rejoin the others. He gives each polar bear a pat, before wandering further into the store. There are multi-colored lights strung up along the walls and a large tree in the middle of the store. There are several large polar bears sitting under it along with some reindeer. He proceeds to crouch down and pat them all with a soft smile on his face.
His long fingers brush over the bear’s head. “Aki—-Dabi, come feel them. They’re so soft.” He waves Dabi over, pointing to a reindeer. He picks it up in his arms, drowning in how big it was. He must have looked ridiculous. “Feel him!”
Dabi’s all too aware of the crowd forming around them, causing him to bury his face in Hawks’ hair. He knows the disguise helps hide his identity, but he’s not keen on running the risk of being recognized and ruining both of their reputations. So he’s glad when, instead, Hawks takes him by the arm again and dashes into a different store. Tension bleeds out of his system, and he allows Hawks to move away from him in favor of readjusting his scarf and mask to ensure his face is hidden.
His attention returns to Hawks when he speaks again. “Polar bears, huh? Funny. I’d have pegged you for a bird lover, all things considered.” He offers a grin, then lets his hands rest in his pockets again while he follows Hawks further into the store. The decorations and multicolored lights stir something in him, a mix of his grinch attitude and nostalgia for better times. Unsure if he hates or enjoys said feeling, he decides to ignore it in favor of watching Hawks, who presently seems like a giddy child on Christmas day. Which, now that he thinks about it, is pretty much an accurate statement.
“Your tiny ass can barely even lift that thing,” comes his snarky remark, snickering quietly. There’s a jolt of... what he assumes is a mix of fear and anger, both instinctual, at the near-calling of his true name, then he reminds himself that it’s just Hawks. Hawks, who could never hurt him, and is just drowning in an oversized reindeer plush.
Dabi can’t resist him, either, so he approaches and reaches out to brush over the reindeer plush, trying ( and failing ) to appear annoyed.
“You’re strange, you know that? Never seen you so excited. And over a plush, too. What kid you are, mi pajarito.”
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