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There’s a sort of generalisation of how families act- or how they should act- when a new person is introduced to them, especially those of romantic connections.
Now that typically consists of meeting the family soon into the relationship, introducing the parents, most likely having dinner or accompanying the loved one on visits to relatives. For the first year or so it’s all small talk, learning about each other and generally getting used to each other. Then, for the more advanced relationships, it becomes comfortable, you begin to learn where the boundaries lie and have your own opinions and relationships with the family members of your partner.
There’s also a sort of social construct with these things- there’s a list of behaviours that are socially acceptable amongst family members regarding the way they treat a relatives new partner.
Tokoyami often wonders just where his family veered from the path of being socially acceptable. It seems like a hereditary problem that skipped his generation out.
His brother, on the other hand, seemed to inherit enough of these social boners for them both and every year, Tokoyami hopes his birthday cake includes the word ‘adopted’ written somewhere on it.
He then hopes the cake is actually a funeral condolence cake come the weekend, when Bakugou is set to come over to his house for the first time.
Well, it hadn’t been the first time, more specifically the first time spent as boyfriends, but it was still a pretty new place to him. Usually they’d spent time outside, in school or in the dorms but very rarely at each other’s private homes. That’s why Tokoyami is frantically cleaning things up for his guest. Perhaps it’s a nervous habit, but he flinches when the doorbell rings, almost slipping on the floor to get it.
He’s cool and collected...but he has his moments.
And this moment isn’t one of them because as he rounds the doorway to the front porch, there’s somebody already stood there and he emits a noise that no human should physically be able to make. Reason one is because he could’ve sworn he was alone in the house and that everyone who occupied said house had left early that morning. Reason two is because there is nobody else but Bakugou on the other side of that door and, perfect, now he has to deal with the fact that Bakugou has to face someone other than him at the door and undergo an unnecessarily awkward exchange of asking if he was around.
Reason three is because said someone else happened to be his bastard older brother and he can’t get down the hall fast enough to tell him to piss off. Of course, that would just be futile because he knows damn well what he’s doing when he swings the door open with the most purposeful dumb expression on his face.
“Oh, hello? Can I help you?”
Bakugou’s general rage overtakes most emotion he feels but the genuine surprise he experiences from being face-to-chest with Hawks of all people actually knocks him well off-guard. He’s wordless for more than a few moments, before speaking.
“You live here?”
He recognises Hawks instantly but it’s just the confusion that accompanies it that leaves him momentarily speechless. Hawks grins quite casually, “I did last time I checked. Do you live here?”
Bakugou snarls, “Knock that crap off. Is he here?”
The ‘he’ in question, refers to Tokoyami who is lingering uselessly by the kitchen door, debating whether or not to run in and interrupt before Hawks can do any significant damage, or just sneak out the back and leave. He’s leaning very heavily towards the latter option but his chances are foiled when Hawks leans back to catch a glimpse of him.
“Oh yeah, he’s here. He’s hiding in the kitchen.” He says and his tone of voice is more or less barely contained glee surrounding the situation. Tokoyami has a moment where he’s not sure how to physically react, whether to turn away, put his head in his hands or just act casual.
Hawks raises an eyebrow, before turning back to Bakugou. He says nothing as Tokoyami decides to approach the door but when he’s stood with Hawks back to his face, Hawks doesn’t move. He glares.
“Shift it.”
Hawks moves an inch to the side, allowing a gap where Tokoyami can see Bakugou. He’s stood on the porch, conveying an indescribable mood with his hands plunged deep into his pockets. Hawks makes absolutely no moves to leave them to it, but his arm is still blocking the entrance.
“Is your dumb little parakeet going to let me in or is he going to keep playing guard-dog like a dick?” Bakugou spits and Tokoyami eyes Hawks with a rather sullen expression. “I wonder the same thing.”
Hawks merely shrugs, “I’ll have you know I’m actually an angel.”
“The only angels with red wings are the ones that come from hell- now move .” Tokoyami grunts, making an effort to shove Hawks out of the way. Hawks topples over to the side with a light laugh, allowing Bakugou room to enter the house. Even whilst Bakugou is removing his shoes and greeting him, Hawks continues to watch with mild interest.
“Does anyone know you’ve invited him over?” He asks, seemingly innocent but Tokoyami shoots him an impressively dangerous look. “Don’t you dare--” He hisses, “--he’ll be gone by the time they get back and if you speak a word of it I’m setting your bed on fire.”
Hawks laughs it off, as always, “Aw what- but I sleep there. Man, I don’t care. Go mess around with your boyfriend already.” He wafts his hand and Tokoyami jolts, “He’s not my-- ugh, it doesn’t matter.”
Hawks looks amused because, oh, it definitely mattered and he was determined to make the absolute most of this golden opportunity, which is why he’d now decide to linger around the house instead of find something better to do.
He watches Tokoyami disappear into the front room but doesn’t leave the hallway for a few moments. He decides to get dressed into some better clothes and leave them be for the time being.
Meanwhile, Tokoyami is still recovering from what could’ve potentially been a disaster of epic proportions but he’s happy enough that Hawks has taken the initiative to sling his hook. He gestures for Bakugou to take a seat on the sofa and they both do so but don’t forget to leave a sizeable gap between them both lest Hawks comes back in the mood for being a bother.
“Does he really live here?” Bakugou questions as Tokoyami switches the television on for mindless background noise and for a moment, he looks a bit perplexed. “Did I not tell you about him?”
“Uh...no?”
Tokoyami sort of looks side-to-side- Bakugou hadn’t been too happy to see him in fairness, so he wonders if it’s a good idea to admit it but, hell, he’d have to do it sooner or later, “He’s my older brother.”
It’s not like Bakugou couldn’t have worked it out, he has inklings for these sorts of things, but he’s still pretty surprised to hear it for himself. His reaction however is pretty indescribable. He directs his attention to the television, playing something he isn’t personally familiar with, as he replies, “Ah. Makes sense, I guess.”
“A lot of people really don’t put two and two together on it, though. I’ve had a lot of people tell me I should intern with Hawks because we ‘make a whole bird’ but I don’t bother telling them he’s actually my brother.”
“Why not?”
“Did you watch any of that ridiculous display? I refuse to believe we’re from the same gene pool. He’s a good hero but he’s fucking annoying.” He seems to become more and more bitter as he speaks and Bakugou can really only find it amusing, especially regarding Hawks. He’d received quite the popularity boost over the past year and he was so high up the rank of heroes at such a young age but hearing his rather ruffled boyfriend talk bluntly about him was just plain funny.
“He seems like kind of a dick from what I’ve seen.” Bakugou lifts an arm so Tokoyami can shift up beside him for a hug and he promptly does so.
“He is a dick.”
It’s at this point, Hawks sticks his head through the doorway, “Who are you callin’ a dick?” He asks, quite chipperly and the rate to which both Tokoyami and Bakugou race to both ends of the couch is so ridiculous it takes all of his willpower not to just laugh then and there. Nonetheless, he pretends like he hasn’t seen anything.
“I’m calling you a dick.” Tokoyami glares up at him and Hawks shrugs placidly, responding with “Hey, this is my house. Go somewhere else if you don’t like it.”
“No it isn’t, it’s our parents house.”
“I pay the bills.”
“You pay rent because you’re a legal adult and the number three hero who makes more money than any of us combined. Why don’t you move out already?” Tokoyami folds his arms and sits back, propping his feet up on the coffee table a few inches away. Bakugou can only watch this little domestic dispute play out in silence, sat on the other end of the couch.
Hawks grins, “If I moved out, I wouldn’t get to meet your new boyfriends.” The both of them flinch suddenly and Hawks tilts his head up to address Bakugou, “What did you say your name was again?”
“He didn’t.” Tokoyami says, quite cuttingly for something so innocuous and Hawks emits a chuckle. “Nah, it’s cool. I remember-- you were the animal they let loose at the Sports Festival. Saw you chained up to the podium, too. Good job beating my brother.” He says it so plainly and inoffensively, it’s sometimes easy to miss when he’s insulting you straight to your face so Bakugou has to take a second.
“Who the fuck are you callin’ an animal?! And that result was bullshit! It didn’t count!” He sits back with quite the pout on his face, “That was only because we’re a bad matchup.”
Hawks allows a big, lazy smile to cross his face as he props himself up against the doorframe, watching them both. “Sure. So what are you two plannin’ to do today?”
“It’s literally none of your business.” Tokoyami watches the television with disdain in his voice, though it’s just typical sibling banter at this point. Hawks sort of sidles closer, almost teasingly. “Just gonna watch TV, then?”
Tokoyami sighs harshly, “Do you want us to leave? If you want the living room just say so.” but Hawks shrugs, “I didn’t say that-- I just wondered what you were up to. How long is he staying for?”
Tokoyami now turns to him, looking quite disgruntled, “What, exactly, do you want me to say here? We’re not even going to be down here for that long- we’ll probably go upstairs in a bit anyway.” He tells him and Hawks nods, as if considering it.
“Okay, cool, cool. Make sure to keep your door open.” He ducks out quickly but hears the soft thud of a pillow hitting the wall where his head had previously been, followed by some muttered cursing. He allows himself to laugh freely as he traverses the short corridor and heads back upstairs, content with the damage done.
Tokoyami glowers at the space where his brother had previously been occupying, whilst Bakugou watches him from behind. They listen to the noises of Hawks heading upstairs and when it seems like everything is well, they shuffle back together in the centre of the couch.
“He can be such a bastard sometimes.” Tokoyami complains, “He knows exactly what he’s doing.” Bakugou can only pet his hair softly, “Eh, if he starts being a prick again I’ll sort him out. Did you tell him about us?”
“Nope-- but...knowing him, he’s probably figured it out already.” He doesn’t sound too thrilled by the knowledge of it, “I didn’t tell my parents either, so it’s just him.”
“Do you want them to know?” Bakugou questions, adjusting himself so his arm slides around Tokoyami’s waist with ease. “I’m not sure. Do...you want them to know?”
“I don’t care, to be perfectly honest. Not right now, anyway. It’s none of their business.” Bakugou shrugs plainly, quite content with how things were between them, though he’ll be damned if Hawks makes a nuisance of himself again.
Tokoyami pauses, before allowing himself to burrow into the warmth that was Bakugou’s left side, “If you’re sure. I plan to tell them sooner or later but-- for now, I’d rather let it be.” He decides, “But it doesn’t help that that idiot stuck around to see.” He flicks his head upwards to gesture to wherever Hawks was mooching around upstairs.
“Eh, forget about him.” Bakugou says softly, tilting his head to run his lips over the curve of Tokoyami’s neck. Tokoyami promptly shivers, before relaxing further into Bakugou’s hold and allowing him to continue.
The television soon becomes forgotten and they’re both paying full attention to each other- Tokoyami is wary of listening for the front door, in case someone decides to make an unscheduled visit home, but it’s clear for the most part and he’s more than happy to allow Bakugou’s hands to roam under his shirt.
It doesn’t take long for Tokoyami’s back to hit the couch cushions beneath, his head propped up on the armrest as Bakugou willingly takes over. He enjoys the tightness of the chest and shortness of breath that accompanies being lavished with affection…
...though he less enjoys the tightness of chest and shortness of breath that accompanies tilting your head back, opening your eyes and seeing half of your brothers face in the door, eyes locked on you.
He doesn’t even see the wolfish, bastard grin but he knows it’s there and his immediate reaction is to bolt upright and take Bakugou with him. He promptly headbutts him but he’s too focused on the fact Hawks had seen all of that to care about his rather pissed off boyfriend, rubbing his forehead angrily.
“Uh...you realise the curtains are open, don’tcha?” Hawks teasing voice is enough to make Tokoyami vault from his spot on the couch and lunge for him without hesitation- Hawks tumbles out into the hallway with a hacking laugh and Bakugou is left with a throbbing in the centre of his forehead, wondering just what the fuck happened there.
His ears lock in on the noises of harsh footsteps on wooden floor, scuffling and Hawks’ laughter, occasionally interrupted by loud cursing on his boyfriends’ part. He sits back on his legs on the sofa, rubbing the back of his neck as he listens to the carnage unfold outside.
Not longer after that, Tokoyami had opted to drag Bakugou upstairs to his room, with the insistence of shutting the door despite what his big brother had to say about it- but it still didn’t stop Hawks’ from barging in for no good reason every ten minutes.
Though even with being the third best hero in Japan, that glorious position didn’t stop Bakugou from firing a string of well-worded expletives and death threats at him whenever he stepped into his line of fire. It’s not exactly unpredictable or unexpected but it’s still incredibly funny to Hawks, who really relishes in the dead expression on his little brothers face.
Tokoyami manages to lock him out for a good hour, leaving the two of them to watch a movie together and just have a relaxing time but it’s not long after that when Tokoyami picks up on the very faint noise of the front door opening through the wood of his bedroom door. Bakugou is nearly half-asleep when he suddenly escapes his grip and makes an awkward, stumbling walk to the door and pulling it open an inch.
They both remain dead silent as Tokoyami listens to what goes on downstairs. Sure enough, the front door had been opened and it slams shut loudly- he can hear multiple, familiar voices, including Hawks’, and it fills him with discomfort.
He’d actually forgotten that his parents would be returning in the evening and he’d been so content he’d forgotten Bakugou was still here. Bakugou pulls himself up from the bed, rubbing his eyes as the room had grown dark, as he rests his chin on Tokoyami’s shoulder.
“Do you need me to leave or what?”
Tokoyami slowly shakes his head, though he’s uncertain. “Wait right here.” He whispers, before slipping out of the doorway and darting off downstairs, leaving Bakugou to linger by the door and listen closely.
Tokoyami clears the stairs in record time- it’s a hard feat to accomplish in socks- but when he reaches the bottom floor he’s met by his brother chatting amicably to both his parents, seemingly innocently, as they remove their shoes. His mother perks up at the sight of him, slightly breathless, at the bottom of the stairs.
“Hey! We bought some food back with us-- how was your day?”
He scratches the back of his head whilst Hawks watches in obvious delight- Tokoyami can’t tell if Hawks has already told them or not, “Um, yeah. I had an alright day.”
“Aw, good! We’re having chicken for dinner, is that alright with your friend?”
Tokoyami gets five seconds in pure slow-motion, just to savour the experience of every muscle in his body jolting involuntarily and it’s such a thorough feeling he almost vomits straight onto the floor. He swallows thickly, eyeing the harmless grin Hawks’ plays on his lips as he’s left to dig himself out of what was more or less a fucking ravine.
“Uh...yeah, no, that’s fine. Sorry I didn’t mention it before.” He says through gritted teeth, unbeknownst to his parents who smile without worry. “Oh, that’s alright!” His mother assures, carrying several bags into the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “You were never one to bring friends home so I think this is nice!”
Once both parents are out of sight and earshot, Hawks sticks out his tongue and Tokoyami steps threateningly towards him with a face like murder, more than ready to lash out at him, but he decides at this very moment, it’s not worth it. Instead, he turns on his heel and stalks back upstairs to his room.
Bakugou is still watching the rest of the movie when he comes back, having gotten bored of eavesdropping on the downstairs conversation but he perks up when Tokoyami returns, noting his rather dark look.
“Did it go well?”
Tokoyami slumps down beside him, leaning into him as Bakugou wraps a not-so-comforting arm around him. “Uh...would you object to staying for dinner?” He asks quietly and Bakugou is left to wonder what the hell happened downstairs that led to that. He tilts his head slowly and raises one eyebrow.
“Uh...probably not. How the hell did that happen?” He allows himself to lie back against the wall the bed is pushed against, prompting Tokoyami to also relax. Tokoyami merely sighs. “I can only guess my stupid brother wouldn’t shut his mouth about it but...seems like they just think we’re friends.”
“So he’s not a total twat.” Bakugou concludes rather plainly, leaving Tokoyami to huff. “No, he is a total twat. Maybe even more than that, but I guess he didn’t just say it out loud so…”
“Nothing to thank him for anyway.”
“Not. In. The slightest.”
It’s a tense twenty minutes until Tokoyami gets the dreaded call-down for food and he’s having to glance awkwardly at Bakugou as they shuffle out of his room and down the stairs into the kitchen. Hawks is already sat there, next to their father, having a chat but he visibly perks up when Tokoyami walks in with Bakugou in tow.
Of course, Bakugou doesn’t go unnoticed by the household.
“Oh-- you were the winner of the Sports Festival, weren’t you?” His mother practically gushes, “It’s lovely to have you here. Please, sit down-- and you, get your feet off of my chair!” She barks at Hawks who shifts with the assumption that he’s removing his feet from her chair. Tokoyami pulls the chair beside hers outwards to sit down, prompting Bakugou to sit at the end of the table opposite his father, who merely offers an acknowledging nod, continuing his conversation with his older son.
This leaves the spot next to Hawks empty and he couldn’t be loving the thick atmosphere more. Their mother begins to set plates down, rambling mindlessly without much of a response and Tokoyami passes Bakugou a pair of chopsticks silently. They share a look and Tokoyami looks pathetically downcast.
Bakugou nudges him under the table with his knee as a kind of comfort and it actually does help in some ways.
They begin to eat shortly after. It’s wordless at first but soon enough the chatter follows.
“So you’re in class together? How’s life in the dorms?” His mother asks as a kind of casual conversation starter and Tokoyami resists the urge to mention that she could’ve just asked him and not have to subject their guest to awkward small talk just to fill the silence.
“Loud.” Is Bakugou’s curt reply. She emits a laugh, “I can imagine. Do you all cook for yourselves or…?”
“Sometimes. Most of the time we cook together and make something for everyone.” He says between mouthfuls and Tokoyami has to say he’s never seen him be so polite before. Then again, if not tearing people limb-from-limb upon sight could be construed as being polite then the bar of standard had not only taken a drop off a cliff but it was near enough to the centre of the Earth, too.
“Oh? I didn’t know that- that’s actually good to hear. I’ve always heard that Class 1-A was tight-knit.” She nudges Tokoyami lightly in the ribs, “And you’ve been busy too?”
“I help where I can but I mostly just do what I’m told.” He says and it’s so damn flat Hawks nearly flinches where he’s sat. She tilts her head teasingly, “Why not bake something for your class?”
“It’s usually Satou who does baking, not me.” He says, occupying his mouth as quickly as possible with food but there’s only so long he can chew without looking stupid. She looks mildly disappointed but not too much so.
“Aw, you were always quite good with that.”
“I didn’t know you could bake.” Bakugou chooses that moment to be a monumental pain in the ass and neck and Tokoyami’s grip on his chopsticks threaten to snap them in half like twigs as he stares.
Luckily, his mother is there to further this delightful embarrassment, “Oh, you didn’t? We used to bake all the time when he was tiny! He used to do it all by himself and then soon enough, I didn’t have to help out at all.”
“Please…” Tokoyami whines quietly and Hawks laughs, sitting back in his chair as she pouts, “Oh, hush. Nothing is cuter to a mother when your six year old son bakes you a cake for your birthday.” She says to Bakugou, “He was so delighted to show me, I’m genuinely surprised he hasn’t told you.”
“Yeah and nothin’ is cuter when he comes in the house after makin’ cakes out of mud and grass.” Hawks grins and Tokoyami harshly kicks him from under the table. Their mother sighs at the thought but in an amused kind of way, “Yeah, we had to stop him from putting worms in the cake batter more than once. Really determined to have them in there, weren’t you?”
“Please be quiet.” He hisses and Bakugou is actually enjoying this, watching it play out from where he’s sat. “No, he’s never told me about it,” He says innocently, “He doesn’t really say much.”
Tokoyami glares at him and he could swear he’s being conspired against.
“Ah, he’s...always been a bit shy, I think. Always a quiet one.” She says softly, only for Hawks to barge in bluntly with, “Sure as hell wasn’t quiet when he threw a tantrum.”
“Well, neither were you! Though you were a pretty laid-back baby.” She pauses her eating to reminisce and Tokoyami is very close to ditching his meal and exiting via nearest window but he’s a little too busy trying to dislocate Hawks’ knees with his foot.
Bakugou eyes Tokoyami, suppressing quite the grin, “You? Throwing tantrums? Eh, I think I can see it.” He teases and Tokoyami has a new target. He grits his teeth, staring down at his meal.
“Oh, absolutely.” His mother deadpans, “He was shy outdoors but he had the most terrible meltdowns when he was little. Proper little screamer, weren’t you?” She says playfully and he elbows her arm away to stop her from giving him a hug.
“Guess I’m learning something new here.”
“Can we stop this, please?” Tokoyami finally grits out and his mother nods quickly, “Oh, yeah, of course. Don’t want us embarrassing you in front of your boyfriend, do you?”
Tokoyami, midway through sipping his drink, promptly coughs and splatters it all over the table, “My what?! ”
The pair of chopsticks in Bakugou’s hand slip slightly and the food he was about to put into his mouth drops grossly onto the plate with a slap. Hawks physically bites his lip and when Tokoyami’s now very dangerous eyes fall on him he shakes his head frantically because he swears, he had nothing to do with that one.
“What, is he not your boyfriend? I thought he was-- did you think he was?” His father doesn’t look exactly surprised but nods to the agreement of his wife and Tokoyami is utterly mortified. “Wha-- hold on, you thought--?”
“I mean, I would say ‘what kind of mother would I be if I didn’t notice these things’ but maybe I was wrong.” She says innocently, “Sorry for making assumptions.” She directs this mainly at Bakugou, who is still sat open-mouthed and the two of them are dead silent-- so silent that it’s really quite telling.
Hawks, with a hand over his mouth, chokes out, “I think you hit the nail on the head, actually.”
Tokoyami can’t actually even be mad at him right now because he genuinely didn’t have anything to do and if anything, he actually seemed just as surprised as he was but, hell, if their mother could figure it out like that there probably wasn’t any point lying to her face. She perks up, “Oh-- so I was right?”
Tokoyami swallows the wet spittle forming in his mouth and goes back to his food wordlessly. Bakugou also takes another attempt at eating the bit he was planning to eat beforehand, leaving Hawks and both parents glancing at each other.
“Your intentions were good but your execution was as poor as ever.” Their father tells her quietly and she merely chuckles, “Well, if it helps it isn’t a surprise to me. I’ve seen you out and about around town with each other so I could only assume-- especially since you were holding hands.”
In that moment the noise of Tokoyami physically choking on his food and Hawks laughing out loud is perfectly in sync and Tokoyami is left to dislodge the bite from his throat whilst Hawks attempts to smother his laughter with very little results.
“I mean, I think I was a little more surprised you never told me you were gay.” She purses her lips, “A mother needs to know these things about you! I’ve been waiting for you to tell me for months now!” She chides, poking him with her chopstick but this only serves to push Tokoyami down further into total fucking petrification and even Hawks is feeling the pain from this one.
“Maybe you should, like, stop talking for a bit.” Hawks tells her gently and she rolls her eyes in a way only a mother really can, “Oh, I know- he’s got all of those teenage secrets he doesn’t want me knowing but something like that is still pretty important! I like to know these things so I don’t mess up and ask if you found a girlfriend or something! Now that would be pretty awkward!”
“Not as awkward as this…” Hawks grits, “I think you might’ve killed one of your children. That, or you’re about to be killed by one of your children.”
“Alright, well, let’s just finish up dinner and get something sweet.” She says dismissively, really quite unfazed by the total carnage left in her wake as she gets out of her seat to put her and her husbands plates in the sink.
Bakugou is watching Tokoyami with an expression that just screams ‘yikes’ because he’s still recovering from that little moment and now he has his head in his hands so he knows it’s bad. He swallows, sighs, and reaches out to pat him on the back.
“Well, look at this way. Now you don’t have to tell them.”
“No, I won’t, because I’ll be dead in about twenty minutes.” He hisses and Bakugou is now used to this kind of chuuni drama, so all he can do is roll his eyes and pat his shoulder comfortingly.
Hawks sits back in his chair whilst their mother bustles in the kitchen behind- he turns to his father, “So...what do you think about this little turn of events?”
“It’s really none of my business.” He says stiffly, rolling a cigarette for himself and Hawks nods quite contently. “Guess this is how it is then. Honestly? It could’ve gone worse.”
Tokoyami glares up at him through his fingers, “Oh, y’think? Really? ”
His mother bats him lightly on the head, “Stop being a drama queen, we have no problems with this. At least it’s out of the way, now. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner!”
“Yeah! Then this wouldn’t have happened!” Hawks adds facetiously and Tokoyami doesn’t have the energy to kick him. He drops his hands, resigned to his fate but his feathers are sticking out a little in a way Bakugou genuinely finds to be adorable.
Their mother pushes her chair in, “There’s some ice-cream in the freezer-- you boys can take some upstairs if you’d prefer.”
“Yeah, I don’t think Fumikage ever wants to, like, speak to you again.” Hawks rests his elbows on the table, watching the couple get up rather stiffly out of their seats. Tokoyami grabs some spoons from the drawer and pulls out a carton of ice-cream from the freezer, before making a move to stalk away upstairs.
“Keep the door open!”
“Or if you’re plannin’ to bang, shut the door so we don’t have to hear you!”
Hawks’ breath hitches as a spoon narrowly misses him and clatters loudly against the kitchen window on the opposite side of the room, but he laughs loudly.