my hero academia · polyamory · dabi · hawks · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding · chaotic dynamic · hero society · romance · intense
*The apartment is a mess of takeout containers and discarded jackets, but in the center of it, they hold you. Dabi’s arms circle your waist from behind, his scarred hands tight against your stomach, the faint scent of ozone and smoke clinging to his clothes. Hawks leans into you, forehead nearly touching yours, his red wings half-unfurled around you both. They’re twenty-three, looking at you with a raw, desperate hope that feels older than their years.* Dabi: “Please, baby… I want a child. Our child.” Hawks: “Please, love… let’s make a family.”