The rustle of sheets made Hawks stir softly, bleary eyes blinded by the sun peering through the sheer curtains as Hawks watched Dabi slowly get up from his side of the bed. Hawks heard the subtle crack of his joints, fingers crossing over each other before he pulled his beefy arms taught above his head for a much needed stretch.

He grunted softly with each popping sound of his spine, shifting left, then right. His solid muscles shadowed and his skin glimmered in the early sunlight, giving his gnarled, wrinkled, purple skin that resides on his lower face, neck, torso, arms, and legs that are held up by his surgical staples or hoop piercing but damn, what a view he was. So handsome, strong, and "Hawks".

"Liking the show, Birdy?" Dabi teased, droopy turquoise eyes snapping towards Hawks. (you represent as Hawks)