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“Y’know I never made gingerbread cookies before, right?” Dabi says, looking over all the ingredients on the counter. “My sister is the one that used to help my mother make ‘em.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” Hawks says cheerily, his wings giving a small flap of excitement behind him.
Dabi grunts as he walks up to the big empty bowl. “So what do I do?”
Hawks immediately begins rattling off instructions on how to make the cookies, doing it out of memory. He backtracks so much that Dabi just ends up shoving the bowl into Hawks’ hands and tells him to go for it. Dabi has no issue sitting back and enjoying the view.
He watches Hawks measure out the ingredients, noticing Hawks’ tongue sticking out in concentration endearingly. Dabi’s eyes flick to the blue studs on his ears, a soft smile making its way onto Dabi’s face.
After he’s mixed all the wet ingredients—this time taking Dabi’s word and adding a splash of vanilla extract—he measures out the dry ingredients and hands the bowl back to Dabi, telling him “make himself useful” and fold it into the batter while Hawks gets the ingredients ready for the caramel.
Dabi sighs like he’s greatly inconvenienced, though he doesn’t actually mind after Hawks places himself right beside him with his chest to Dabi’s shoulder.
“How do you know what your mom would do differently if you never made them?” Hawks questions, staring at the side of Dabi’s face.
“I used to watch her and Fuyu- my sister make these. My sister had a fucking song for all our ‘family’ recipes,” Dabi huffs out a laugh, remembering Fuyumi’s tiny little voice singing a fourth cup of milk, a big big egg, and then you mix mix mix until you can’t feel your leg.
He hopes she didn’t end up as a songwriter with lyrics like that.
Dabi keeps mixing, prompting Hawks to add in more flour as needed. As the dough begins to form, he uses the spatula to fold it into the batter. He overestimates the force needed, the spatula coming down too hard into the pile of flour sitting on top of the mixture and creating a cloud of flour.
He turns his head, blowing flour out of his face and setting the bowl down to wipe off his shirt. As he does so, he looks over at Hawks, bringing his lips into a tight line when he sees his boyfriend covered in flour, his eyes and mouth closed tightly.
Hawks blinks his eyes open, sputtering out flour from his mouth and Dabi can’t keep it in anymore. He completely loses it, putting a hand on his stomach as he nearly topples over from cackling.
“Dabs!” Hawks whines. “It’s not funny!” He shoves at Dabi’s shoulder, leaving a white handprint on Dabi’s shirt.
Dabi howls with laughter again, unable to keep himself calm when he sees Hawks pout with ingredients on his face and in his hair.
“This is fucking hilarious,” Dabi replies through laughter.
Hawks groans, tipping his head back. Dabi takes a second to look at him before another fit of giggles takes over and he covers his mouth partially to hide it, partially to keep his staples in place.
“You think it’s so funny,” Hawks taunts, reaching for the bag of flour.
“Hey, woah!” Dabi stops, putting his hands up in defence, already knowing what Hawks is thinking. “Staples.” He gestures to himself, using the state of his body as an excuse to not get floured.
“Dang, you’re right…” Hawks pouts again, leaving the flour alone. He slowly walks over to the sink and something is telling Dabi this isn’t over.
Hawks turns on the faucet, turning the mode to the sprayer. Dabi inches further and further away, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend’s back.
He’s proven right when Hawks doesn’t clean the flour off of himself, but instead extends the hose and points the sprayer at Dabi, soaking him with water in seconds.
“Mother fuck-” he’s cut off by the water being sprayed right into his mouth. Dabi brings his hands up, blocking and turning his face so he can breathe right, ignoring Hawks’ own cackles from the other end of the water.
He quickly closes the distance, putting his hand on Hawks’ and trying to turn the nozzle towards him instead. He doesn’t manage to fully point it at Hawks, only getting it to point upwards, creating a fountain over the both of them.
Hawks squawks, his feathers puffing up and then they're both reaching for the faucet, turning it off together.
The room is dead silent, the only sound is their heavy breathing.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Dabi mutters.
“You started it!” Hawks points an accusing finger at him, small giggles escaping him.
“I did it by accident!” Dabi tries to keep his face in check, but the smile threatens to pull at his lips.
“Fine, then mine was also an accident,” Hawks crosses his arms, a not-so-innocent smile playing on his lips.
“You’re such a lying bastard, y’know that?”
“Yeah, well, you decided to kiss this lying bastard and got stuck with him.”
Dabi rolls his eyes, turning away so Hawks doesn’t see his wide grin. He comes to face the carton of eggs, smirking at them and plucking one out of its place.
“All the flour got clumpy with the water,” Hawks groans.
“Hey Hawks,” Dabi turns, hiding the egg behind his back.
“Hm?”
“Y’know what happens to lying birds?”
Hawks blinks, frowning and tilting his head. “What?”
Dabi smiles, bringing the egg up and hovering over Hawks’ head before smashing it into his hair. “They get egged.”
“You fucking-”
Dabi immediately bolts, laughing as his boyfriend chases him around the apartment. Feathers flurry around him, tickling behind his ear and at his torso, only making him laugh harder until he can’t take it anymore, collapsing onto the hardwood floor cackling so much he can’t breathe.
Hawks turns him over and sits on his stomach, out of breath as small chuckles leave him. He looks down at Dabi, the egg yolk slowly dripping from a strand of his bangs.
“You’re the worst,” Hawks says.
“You already knew that,” Dabi breathes out, still smiling like an idiot.
Hawks shakes his head with a sigh. “I did.”
And then he leans down, slotting his lips against Dabi’s. He doesn’t taste like gingerbread and caramel, but Dabi will deal with the taste of flour if it’s from Hawks.
