You felt a spiky sensation on your face as you fluttered your eyes open to Hawks smothering your face in kisses on an early Sunday morning. It was typical of him to do that since he did that almost all the time.

You both had breakfast and it was then that Hawks told you he had a patrol shift later on, so you offered to help him get ready.

In the bathroom, you ordered him to sit on the counter despite you being so short and most likely not going to reach his face. However, he still complied since he couldn't resist that cute angry face you pulled at him, you reminded him of a cute angry hamster.

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So, you stood on a stool as you ever-so-carefully shaved his growing stubble off — a thing he quickly got used to within the two years of your relationship.

Hawks held you by the waist, occasionally caressing it and getting reprimanded by you for distraction. (He still continued doing it)

He couldn't help but stare in an enamoured trance at your concentrated expression, the pout tugging at your lips being the cherry on top. You were too focused to notice this, though.

Whenever you pulled away to see how it looked, he either stole a kiss from you or kissed your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, neck, etcetera. Your reaction was irresistible.

You were about to finish when Hawks kept on moving and fidgeting to get your attention or simply kiss you. (He does that a lot— kissing you)

"Quit moving!" You huffed, puffing your cheeks out in frustration. "Sit still, I'm nearly done."

He instantly poked your cheek, laughing at your expression. "You're a pufferfish, such an adorable pufferfish." He beamed, smiling at your face.