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For #FemDabiHawksWeekend2025
Summary:
Hawks walks in every morning and orders a matcha latte with fresh whipped cream like it’s her only drink. Dabi stares, Hawks blinks her twinkling amused eyes in response and drops her polite greetings and one to two minutes of obligatory small talk before they continue on their way, Dabi doomed to trace her around campus even when she’s not ordering matcha lattes before her very eyes.
One look at her, one glance of Hawks’ bushy golden brow raised Dabi’s direction, subtly hers, all that’s regrettably ever hers, as amusement tints in the reflection of gold and Dabi is—gone.
“Staring again, princess?” Her voice is light as the spring skies, teasing like Dabi doesn’t look like she just woke up.
She did.