Redrawing This After 7 Months Woo

giyu giving sanemi the "try it bitch" face

sanemi losing his shit over the fact he can't add another demon to his kill count

Finished old mha wips while deciding if I wanna do a rewatch

school hawks... waow

A friend drew Tōshō and Touya for my birthday, I love my crispy children

(*≧∀≦)人(≧∀≦*)♪

another request ＼(*⌒0⌒)ｂ♪

this time for @katsdynam1ght lolol thank yeur for introducing a dynamic I never knew I needed until nowww, I actually have more ideas for these three so this isn't the last you'll see of them ☆⌒（＊＾∇゜）v

Toya 😭

reposting again bc I CANT BELIEVE THAT THIS WAS FOR ME 😭😭 I love this so much <3333

#dabihawks 🔥 pro-hero Dabi accidentally setting his birdie on fire in the early stages of their team up, and pro-hero Hawks, too allured by those blue flames blazing in the distance, too distracted in love, doesn't even notice until Dabi repeatedly shouts something suspiciously like, "Hawks?! You're on fire??" over the roar of inferno.

And Hawks sighs, dazed between the heat and Dabi's beautiful blue, as he glances down, the lick of sparks catching against his feathers as he ignored the pain, pain tolerance too high to even care, "I guess."

Dabi, who can't fly, propels himself across the air towards Hawks on pure firepower alone, faster than he's ever done, already speed dialing the paramedics as he yells, "HELP?!"

And oh, Dabi's coming closer then? The whoosh of Dabi's costume floats through the sea of blue, more distracting than ever, more beautiful than anything. White really is his color. 

Hawks chuckles as a gloved hand brushes off a spark, some of his feathers dusting beneath him, "Nah. Don't worry, hot stuff I'm good actually." 

Dabi wraps an arm around Hawks in record speed, ice already encasing protectively against his wings, extinguishing what's left of any hint of flames. 

Hawks smiles dreamily up at him, loopy between the heat and cold and Dabi's palms shooting against his wings. "Mm, you're so hot."

"It's ice?!" Dabi cries.

Later... 

Hawks lays on his stomach as Dabi's warm hands comb through his wings, righting the poor feathers who have seen better days and preening over the roughed up strands. 

"You're reckless," Dabi chides, but he sounds pained, like it's him that's accidentally caught fire today. 

"Mm," Hawks agrees absentmindedly, thinking he doesn't mind getting a little singed if it's Dabi's work. His feathers will grow back and Dabi tending to him like this, soft and attentive, is really just cherry on top of having seen the blue of his dreams. "'s okay. I'm okay."

// tbc in a full fic

(for @yerrrrrrrl who inspired this beautiful concept of Dabi and Hawks who are each other's worst matchup only bcus they are too busy watching each other lmao)

That one time I re drew that one scene from that one movie

Hawks: No worries either way!

Hawks: *worries both ways and a secret third way*