Vriddy writes

Title: Thawing (400 words, rated T). AO3
Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia
Warnings: No warnings
Relationships: Endeavor/Hawks
Additional tags: Hugs, Comfort, Pre-relationship
Written for the Blorbo Gets A Hug Flash Exchange

Summary:

Hawks is freezing after flying at high altitude without his jacket. He doubts Endeavor would accept to warm him up, but who is he to ever resist an invitation to tease the hero?

Hawks lost his jacket in the earlier fight, then was the only one with the speed and endurance to chase after the villain. So he did, with nothing to protect him from the freezing winds at altitude, and he'd kept the villain busy until Endeavor and the others could join in and help him finish the fight.

To be honest, he hadn't really noticed the cold. Not until the fight was over.

Now his skin is all goosebumps and he has to focus on keeping his teeth from chattering while he offers a few soundbites to the press. He's more expedient than usual. Nearby, someone opened a room for the heroes to recuperate and recover, and there is hot coffee waiting for him. That will have to do until he can take the hottest of all hot showers.

"You're cold," Endeavor notes as Hawks tries to work the coffee machine.

How did the cold extend to his fingers, even though they're still gloved? Makes no sense.

"Are ye gonna offer to warm me up, big guy?" Hawks says, half-joking then kind of worrying about how much he's stuttering through the sentence.

With a sigh, Endeavor presses the button to get a black coffee with no sugar, just the way Hawks likes it. Then he wraps his arm around Hawks, right beside his shortened wings and his side is warm, no, hot even. Not too much, but Hawks nearly jumps out of his skin anyway. He'll always joke about skin contact with Endeavor, but he never expects him to do anything about it.

Quickly, he tries to search Endeavor's eyes but the man's ridiculously bulky and looking straight ahead so there's no guessing what he's thinking. Fuck it. Hawks feels like a frozen chicken nugget and this is nice. Endeavor's clearly controlling his temperature to both help Hawks while keeping it comfortable, so Hawks leans further into him and takes full advantage.

Endeavor moves his hand, warmed palm covering half of Hawks' arm. Hawks sighs happily, somehow remembering many hugs with his Endeavor plushie as a child. He'll always be grateful to have had it in his life but boy, is he happy he gets to experience the real thing now. No comparison. Well. They each offered a different kind of warmth, really. With a smile, Hawks sips his coffee and slowly warms up in the embrace of his once idol, now friend, always inspiration.