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Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 9

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💞 Chapter 9: Dinner with a yakuza, a birdman, a pyromaniac and decay man; what could happen?

Ignoring Dabi's heated stare and comment your gaze shifts towards the kitchen, peeking around the corner. You never would have thought you would see Overhaul in the kitchen, cooking, wearing your apron, cooking while correcting Hawks before shoving the birdman out of the way and doing it himself. The man moves with practiced ease, yet fast paced and precise, almost like magic.

Your gaze lingers on the brunettes back, his muscles and broad shoulders move underneath his black button shirt. You notice his sleeves are unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows, the flex of his forearm. It inwardly makes you swoon. The man is always covered up, conservative, but why, oh God, why does it feel so wrong to overly stare at the peaceful and domestic sight?

Talk about a real Yakuza House Husband dream come true. Swallowing thickly, your eyes shift to Hawks who looked dejected. A noticeable pout on his face and his red feathered wings dropped down slightly. The poor man looked like he got heavily scolded, kicked off the baseball team or both.

You hesitantly walked into the kitchen and offered Hawks a reassuring, small smile. "Did you get kicked out of the kitchen?"

Hawks immediately straightened, puffing out his chest and greets you with a practice perfect smile. "Damn, was it that obvious?" He raised a hand, rubbing the back of his neck.

You raised a brow, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed underneath your bust. "Given Overhaul's clear distaste for germs and OCD tendencies, I'd say it's not surprising." You joke lightly. Deciding to offer him something that might cheer him up. "I'll tell you what. Since you want to be a good little helper, how about you help me make pancakes in the morning. How does that sound?"

Just as you expected Hawks' tv perfect smile widened, it appeared more genuine and less forced. "Sure, sounds like fun." Tilting his head. "Why do you think we will be spending the night?"

"It's late." You shrug. "I don't think any of you trust me not to sneak out and call for help."

The Winged Heroes smile lowered. "Again, I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He truly did sound genuinely sorry.

"I'm sure nowhere in your Hero training did it mention anything about what to do if you were stolen by a match making goddess and thrown into a different reality, did it?" You pointed out, earning you a light chuckle from him.

Hawks' shook his head. "No, they sure didn't. It's a first for me." He takes in your outfit. "Damn, are you trying to make me jealous already?" He asks, gesturing towards all of you. "If my soulmate is a Villain Stan then I'm going to have my work cut out for me, don't I?" The Heroes professional and reassuring returned, beaming bright.

Great, his fake smile is back. You thought, mentally sighing. "Don't try to guilt trip me Hawks. I can't help it if we don't get much Hawks merch out here in the States." You straighten your shoulders, crossing your arms tighter and squishing your breast together, clearly braless. You don't care. Your house. Your rules. Hell, you'd walk around naked, if you wanted to, you could, but you don't.

That and your grandma didn't raise you to be a poor house guest. You couldn't just kick them out, even, if you wanted to. You can hear your grandma lightly scolding you and gramps for not greet guests properly. "If someone is underneath our roof, they are our responsibility now."

You inwardly groan. Yeah, yeah, grandma, but what the hell am I supposed to do, if my guests are a group of fictional characters crossing over and oh, my soulmates?!

"What?" Hawks furrowed his brows. "No, I wasn't." He frowned.

You huffed through your nose. "Keep telling yourself that." You point over your shoulder, leaning into the living and meeting the other two villain's gaze. "Now, please. Everyone who isn't cooking supper. Go ahead and wash up." You take the towel off from around your neck and turn to return towards your bedroom, waving your hand and counting on your fingers and raising your voice so all of them could hear you. "Use the guest bathrooms. Spare clothes are in the dressers or closets. Help yourselves, but please don't break or steal anything."

Hawks and Shigaraki stare at Dabi.

"What?" He sets the figure of himself down and shrugs. "Do you think I'd really be that much of an asshole and steal shit from our soulmate?" He stands and follows down the hallway after you and into the guest bathroom. "Geez, you guys have little faith in me."

Overhaul's voice drawled from the kitchen. "Your hands better be clean or I'm not feeding you."

Hawks spin on his heels. "Ah, come on Overhaul. Don't tell me you two are already buddy, buddy?"

"We aren't." The man denied it. "She has more common sense and courtesy than you three."

The Winged Heroes stared at the man before him like he'd grown two heads, amber hues trailed around the kitchen and trying to peek around the yakuza.

Overhaul halfway turned as he paused what he was doing to face the overly crowding and hovering birdman. "What is it? Spit it out, Hawks."

Hawks' birdlike eyes met golden hues. "Okay. Who are you and what have you done with the real Overhaul?" He asked, pointing a gloved hand at the masked mafia boss.

"Excuse me?" Overhaul narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "What kind of stupid idea do you have in your head now?"

"You just gave our birdy a compliment." Hawks lowered his hand, eyes widened. "Oh my god, you are already smitten with her aren't you?"

"What?" Overhaul's face grew hotter underneath his duster mask as he scoffed, inwardly shaking himself and continued without stammering. "Don't be ridiculous." He returned to his mask, feeling the blush creeping up the back of his neck and ears. "I can give compliments whenever I want to." He corrects. "I choose not to, if it's not needed."

"Uh huh." Hawks' smile grows into something smug and cheeky, raising his arms above his head, behind his head and interlocking his gloved fingers, twirling around and exiting the kitchen, whistling to himself. "Whelp, gotta be a good boy scout and clean up for dinner. Thanks for cooking tonight."

Overhaul calmed himself before he accidentally made a mess and overhaul the bowl full chopped and cooked onions and canned ham. He grumbles underneath his breath, adding everything into the pan, then the frozen peas and carrots, the rice, stirring everything together before pouring in the egg mixture.

Dabi came back, jacketless, wearing dark navy sweatpants and his white t-shirt. "I ain't all that hungry, but I guess I'll eat anyways." He sat down at one of the empty seats at the kitchen table. Cracking his neck this way and that, a pleasure groan slipped from his lips before relaxing in the chair.

Shigaraki threw on his black hoodie and placed "Father" into the front pocket, the hood covering his head as he sat down across from Dabi. "You shouldn't have had that sandwich and chips earlier." He grumbled, crimsons meeting turquoise through his mop of bluish locks, scowling. "It's bad manners."

"Piss off, I was hungry." Dabi retorted, raising his head and matching his glare.

Hawks came back, freshly showered. Sporting grey sweats and an old band t-shirt. He felt kind of bad. He had to make a tear into the back to make room for his wings. He had to do it a lot lately since there were no heteromorphs here in this reality, aside from fiction, which was strange to him. He stopped at the familiar sight the last week and sighed. "Can't you two be civil for one night? You two are worse than an old married couple."

Before either villain could snap back you returned.

"Is it always this rowdy or am I just lucky?" You joked, your hair tied into a simple braid.

Your shampoo and scent hit the hero's nose, filling his lungs, it was sweet. His eyes widened. What? He swallowed thickly, his mouth growing dry. What's happening? This didn't happen earlier. He felt his heart skip a beat, his body growing hotter and he shivered, wings fluttered. What was that? He heard of people with heteromorphic traits experiencing or showing animalistic behaviors towards their partners, mates or go through seasonal ruts. Oh no.

Hawks covered his mouth. Back home, he'd. He'd never felt such urges. He always thought it skipped him, or he was one of the lucky ones. He's heard stories of people's animalistic instincts taking over, becoming more brutal, aggressive and villainous towards other males who tried to take away their females, got too close, or vied for their attention.

The more Keigo thought about it, thinking about the possibilities of such a state of mind happening to him. The blonde inwardly groaned and the more frazzled he was becoming. Shit. I don't need this right now. The Hero frowned deepened as he scrubbed his jaw harder.

Your voice brought him out of his musings. "Hawks?"

Hawks flickered his gaze towards you.

"Are you, okay?" You asked, frowning.

Something. Something inside Keigo wanted to pull you into a hug, do anything he could to make you smile again. Yet, he remained rooted on the spot. He didn't want to overwhelm you and push you. Somehow staring into your eyes calmed him, his muscles untensed and relaxed. "I'm fine." He uncovered his mouth and offered a genuine smile. "You look cute is all."

You blushed, raising a hand and fiddling with the end of your braid. "Thank you, Hawks."

Hawks reached out, holding the end of you braid between his gloveless fingertips, bring it closer towards his face, retaining eye contract, bringing it closer to his face and kissing it. "What kind of shampoo do you use. I might want to try it next time?" He hums, giving you a charming smile. "It smells so nice and looks shiny."

"C-Coconut." You stammer, your face redden brighter. You couldn't tell if Hawks was actually flirting with you or playing. You deal with flirty customers all the time. This shouldn't be any different than what you have to deal with every day. "I use leave-in conditioner too."

"I'll have to try it, thanks for the recommendation." Hawks let go and straightened. "You don't need to be so formal either, birdy." His smile widened. "Call me Keigo."

All three of the other villain's visibility cringed. They noticed that something weird was going on with the red feathered hero. Were his eyes heavy-lidded and his wings fanning and flapping behind him? What the hell? Dabi, Overhaul and Shigaraki looked at each other. Oh great, bird beak had fallen hard and fast first.

Why were they all so aggravated? Something ugly and possessive, protective stirring inside them.

Dabi felt his hand twitch and the familiar thrumming of his quirk rising. Why should he care? He didn't know you. You were just some women not too long ago. And yet, the greedier part of him and his pride wouldn't allow him to sit by and do nothing.

Shigaraki felt his skin crawl and phantom itches, the temptation to turn the stupid, smiling, winged hero into dust. Without realizing his body moved on autopilot, he rose from his seat; moving slowing towards you two.

You and Hawks jumped, twisting your bodies toward the commotion going on in your kitchen.

On instinct, Hawks felt their killing intent, his honed skills as a Pro Hero and as your soulmate kicked in, grabbing you and pushing you behind him. His amber birdlike eyes darkened, feathers sharpened and fanning out wide, the other shielding you from their view. Crimson red feathers flying and circling around your two or hovered in mid-air, should they attack.

Overhaul nearly slammed the large serving bowl onto the kitchen table. The same strange and unfamiliar feelings he felt towards you yesterday resurfacing. The thought of any of these other diseased ridden, infected, unworthy men touching you, contaminating you made his jaw ache. "Dinner is ready." He glared and narrowed his eyes at the annoying, red feathers Hero. "Calm down all of you, sit down and eat."

---- End of Chapter 9 ---

Oh boy, things are heating up! Hehe

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I'm mixing the soulmates tropes with each one, or at least trying to 😉🫶 🤭 MC's will be affected as well. I can't wait to share with all of you, my lovelies ❤️

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