Thread by @DonTakami

#DabiHawks #ProHeroTouya #Mpreg

Touya has a missed call from Hawks. The third missed call this week.

He gets that it's been a while, but Hawks had never been particularly clingy. Touya liked that about him. The fact that they could go weeks without seeing eachother and have no

hard feelings.

Hawks wasn't exactly hounding him, but it was definitely enough that, despite his busy schedule of patrols and paperwork, Touya made time for a night in Hawks' bed.

Or at least that was the plan.

"What the hell is this?"

Hawks is in casual clothes for once, a baggy shirt and sweatpants combo that makes it look like he's getting ready for bed.

He levels Touya with a tired look.

"It's an NDA."

Touya doesn't think he's ever seen Hawks without a smile on his face.

He's certainly not smiling now.

Touya hadn't thought it had been 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 long since he'd seen Hawks, but his hair is a touch longer, less gravity defying than what Touya's used to.

"I already signed one." Happily so once they'd come to a more regular arrangement between them.

Hawks' expression goes a little tight, wings pressing to his back. "This one's different," he says simply. "Just read it over."

Touya rolls his eyes. It's not like he was suddenly going to start running to whatever journalist wanted some insight into either of their sex lives.

Touya knows how to keep his mouth shut.

He sits himself down heavily into Hawks' couch, lifting the paperwork up to his face in the same move.

Hawks only watches him, standing just far enough beyond his front door to still technically be in the same room as Touya.

He has his arms folded over his chest.

Touya blinks, having to go back to the beginning of the paragraph. But no matter how many times he goes over it, nothing changes. He lifts his head, spine rigid.

Hawks meets his eyes unflinchingly.

"How long?" Is the first thing out of Touya's mouth even though it's not what he means to ask.

"If you keep reading you'll-"

"I don't want to keep reading." He throws the paperwork back onto Hawks' coffee table, scattering some of the pages.

Hawks' eyes stay trained on him. "I want 𝘺𝘰𝘶 to tell me." He curls his fingers into his palm hard enough to leave indents.

Hawks shrugs and that manages to piss Touya off even more. "How far along or how long have I known?"

Touya doesn't even know. "Both," he ends up answering.

"I didn't know for sure until a week ago."

And he'd tried to call Touya. Three seperate times, except Touya hadn't picked up the phone.

Hawks doesn't throw it in his face.