#☆ﾟ*・ﾟ dcayng — let there be damage ensued and tabloid news in that kind of love.

[wingedwax]

thoughts are elsewhere, judging by the way his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over. however, gaze remains fixed on shouhei, happening to be in his direct line of sight. subconsciously copying him without realizing it. his tongue poking out and in periodically. brow furrowed in concentration.

    these meetings are mind numbing. he really only attends them as of late when he has nothing better to do or if he’s particularly concerned about whatever this little troupe is cooking up. he’s not a hero anymore, not even alive to the general public, but it doesn’t stop him from minimizing causalities where he can. instinct, maybe. or perhaps he’s just incapable of keeping his nose out of things that tenko would say don’t concern him to begin with. 

   speaking of. honeyed eyes lift to the man sitting across from him. redestro had dutifully given him head of this modern and twisted round table. everything and everyone comes full circle to him – and shouhei is incredibly amused to think for a man so all powerful and revered now, he seems even less engaged than any of them. the look in his eyes is far away, not in any sort of deep thought, and while seemingly fixated on shou himself, it’s obvious tenko’s actual focus is elsewhere. 

     shou is confused, initially. brows furrowed, his gaze drops to himself and then back to tenko a few times. nothing on his shirt or coat. his wings were tucked away behind him. no scandalous reading material to show off. he hums quietly to himself, pensive, and his tongue creeps out. his piercing clicks against his teeth lightly, drags over his bottom lip and — oh. oh. quite suddenly, shouhei realizes just what’s got so much of tenko’s concentration. he sees the mirrored actions, the way the other man’s own tongue trails a path like his and ghosts over teeth like his own piercing had. 

     he’s copying him. his quirks. the little ticks he’s accustomed to since getting his piercing years ago. it’s second nature for shouhei by now. he likes the way it sounds and how it reverberates in his head when he drags his tongue over teeth. likes to see the shine of the ball when it brushes over his lip. something to be said about bird attributes there, surely, which is why it leaves him absolutely delighted to realize that tenko is copying him. picking up those little habits and making them his own. a grin that is equal parts fond and mischievous threatens to overwhelm him. shouhei leans forward, rapt with attention, and tucks his chin in his hand. his eyes lock with tenko’s dark ones. he’s been caught in the action, without even realizing it.

   slow and deliberate with his actions now, his tongue peeks out the corner of his lips. curls when he opens his mouth slightly, the piercing standing out tenfold, and it’s bordering disruptive when he lets it click against his teeth this time around. but he wants tenko to come back to him, realize where they are and just what he’s doing. he wonders about the look on his face, if maybe it’ll fluster him some, or just frustrate him to be caught at all. 

   all the same to shouhei, really – because he’s got a world of teasing to do now that he’s made this little realization. tenko will know no peace for awhile.

[wingcdhero]

" hey, pretty bird. i can't sleep. " or rather, his way of saying 'lay down with me.'

        @dcayng // unprompted.

        it’s a very rare bit of affection. exceptionally rare, in fact. he must be in a good mood, or something of the sort. it’s quickly contagious. hawks’ wings expand, feathers ruffling one by one in a show of clear glee. it always happens before he can stop it when he gets particularly overwhelmed, but he doesn’t mind it this go around. 

       a fond grin plays at his lips. he shrugs off his coat, gloves and visors following, and shakes off the frustration of the day. here and now, as he crawls into the bed besides tenko, he lets a certain sort of contentment reign supreme. his hands land softly on thin hips, wings furling around them both as he settles. a kiss at the corner of tenko’s lips, both cheeks, and finally his mouth.  

      “ since you asked so nicely. ” he teases, just a touch above a whisper. a feather hits the light switch, bathes them in a comfortable dark. hawks leans in, tucks his chin on top of tenko’s head and rubs his thumb in loose circles on his hips. “ sleep. you need it. i’ll be here when you wake up. ”

[wingedwax]

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[wingcdhero]

“i can’t love you.” ( just end me now haaaa )

         @dcayng // angst starters.

         he says it so casually that hawks almost, almost, doesn’t realize the gravity of it ; but, of course, that’s just who tenko is now. it’s not meant to be malicious. there is nothing UNKIND behind his words. it’s a statement, a truth as anything else may be ….. and hawks is not unused to it, even. he’s said it before, in not so many words. while it may still gut hawks ( like knives to his stomach, his chest, everywhere ) it does not leave him as devestated as he thinks it should – or maybe he’s just biding his time until he’s alone, and red eyes don’t watch him spiral passively. “ i know. ” he says, swallowing anything else that may try to claw it’s way up his throat. 

         he does know. he’s known from the beginning. there is nothing between them, really. what tenko ( shigaraki ) feels is not love, but hawks isn’t so sure what to call it otherwise. does hawks even love tenko, himself ?? or is what he so desperately seeks out a shadow of what he knew when he had it as a child ?? he wonders sometimes when that will come to a head for either of them. if he will die AGAIN before it ever does. 

         “ you don’t have to. ” he says instead, tired smile playing at his lips. he moves to close the distance between them, hand wrapping carefully around the other’s thin wrist. he leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of tenko’s mouth, “ i think there’s been enough lies between us as it is anyway. i’ll love you, whatever that means. that’s all i need. ”

[wingcdhero]

without a single word spoken, he somehow manages to force his lanky frame into hawks' lap. a beat and he seeks out the other's hand, intertwining their fingers. doesn't make a point about it, but he's gone to the effort of wrapping each of his fingers individually so that hawks can hold his hand properly for at least one day. even presses a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, muttering a quiet 'happy birthday.' he's not good at gifts.

    just this has been more of a gift than hawks could have ever asked for. tenko initiates when he feels like it, but this is above and beyond. the careful affection, fingers intertwined and chapped kiss at his mouth - all of it overwhelms hawks. he tenses, but quickly presses their palms tighter together to reassure the other. his one free hand falls to tenko’s hip before hawks leans into to give him a proper kiss. it’s still not something either of them are used to ( though, hawks more so than tenko ) and it’s really just a simple press of their lips, but it still leaves hawks giddy as a teenager with a crush when they part.

    “ i didn’t think you’d know. or care. ” he admits, softly nuzzling his face into the crook of tenko’s neck. he’s content to stay there for a bit. his thumb at tenko’s hip rubs soft circles at the bit of skin that peeks out from underneath his standard black shirt. hawks sighs, eyes slide shut, and revels in one of the softer moments they’ve allowed one another. after a beat, he presses another gentle kiss to the length of tenko’s neck and pulls away, “ since it’s my birthday and you’re feeling generous, what say you use some of that fancy new PLF money to buy us dinner. whatever you’re feeling. we’ll find something to watch in your room. just hide out there for the night so the masses don’t come bothering us. ” he grins, brows raised, but for all his bravado he’s indescribably fond when he speaks next, “ thank you, tenko. not a gift in all of japan that could beat this. ”

[wingcdhero]

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