Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Not Really A Truce Either

Top photo credit: mirshroom

Violet POV:

Two hours later-actually, two hours and forty-five minutes later, my partner finally came strolling back to the premise.

I continued typing on the new computer as I heard his muffled footsteps approaching the door, not even bothering to get up.

He knocked on the door like he said he would, with the sound coming out as more of a fist slam like he was an FBI agent getting ready to bust me for being a drug lord or something.

"Oi. Rise and shine, slacker. Open up." He called out lazily, waiting for me to open the door.

Still I didn't get up, not even taking my eyes off the computer as I spoke.

"Oh? You wanna come in? Use the room key you stole then." I said casually, whistling to myself softly.

For once-for once, I felt my own smirk of triumph curl onto my face when the only responding sound was the clacking of my fingers against the laptop keyboard.

"Already gave it back. A shame, too. Heard there's a group of models staying a few doors down from ours. Maybe I'll have to go take it again later." Dabi countered back shamelessly, causing my teeth to grind together as he refused to let me catch him completely off guard.

He just had a response for everything, huh?

Slamming the laptop closed with a sigh, I quickly trudged my way over to the door before throwing it open with a grudge.

And there was Dabi, staring at me uninterestedly as he kept his hands shoved in the clean cut pockets of his nice, navy pants.

He looks so out of place in those clothes, it's almost funny.

Upon watching me glare at him, his head tilted to the side mockingly before a smug grin lined his lips.

"Aw. You holding the door open for me, sunshine? Good, you should. It's exhausting carrying this whole partnership on my shoulders." He countered, practically running into me as he forced himself back into the room.

I groaned in annoyance as he lightly shoulder shoved me out of the doorway to get fully back into the room, admittedly stumbling on my feet a bit from the force.

As expected, he didn't apologize, snickering at my weak stance instead before I was quick to slam the door closed.

"So, just for future reference-are there any other hobbies you have, besides committing felonies? You know, drawing? Exercising? Baking? Asking for a friend." I retorted condescendingly, quickly brushing past him to get back over to the computer.

He shook snow particles off his jacket and out of his hair. It's snowing outside and he smells like cigarettes, so he was probably having a smoke just now.

"Ya. I also like incinerating tattle tales, so who told you I stole the room key, huh? I wanna have a little chat with 'em." He said casually, shrugging off his expensive coat before tossing it crumpled on his bed.

"That's a felony!" I reminded him over my shoulder, plopping back down at the computer chair to continue scrolling through the information the hero commission sent over.

"A fun one though."

I ignored the unwanted comment from him, rolling my eyes slightly as I continued to silently type on the computer.

I had a rebuttal. Oh, I had many rebuttals to say to that. But, they all involve swearing and he'd only make fun of me for that more.

Patience. I just need to have patience.