Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

The Dream Team

Violet POV:

"Hold on a second, you can't just go out like that. We haven't even finished reading all of the directions." I explained to him in annoyance, as he was already one step away from the door.

Dabi simply laughed without looking back, giving his head a little shake of amusement.

"I listened to your little briefing, sunshine. I did things your way. Now it's time to do them my way." He said smugly, before I quickly began walking towards him to stop him from leaving.

"Oh, please. I'd hardly call that listening. You heard two words and then stomped away like a boneheaded idiot!-hey, stop! Seriously!" I chided in irritation, instinctively grabbing onto his wrist to stop him from getting the other half of his body out the door.

Surprisingly, he actually stopped when I told him to. Begrudgingly, but still.

He quickly yanked his arm out of my grip, turning around to face me in his own impatient question.

"As if there could possibly be more to say. It's a stakeout. You think I haven't done one to you heroes a thousand-and-one fucking times? You just show up and stalk people." He countered, causing me to scoff.

"One, please stop admitting to me all of the crimes you've committed, because it makes me feel incredibly conflicted about working with you. Two, there's more to this than just showing up. You don't have a time. You don't have a number of people who will be there. You don't have-"

"Eh, fuck what the clown committee says. Can't trust those assholes to be truthful, anyways-" He said dismissively, before I quickly cut him off.

"Listen, Dabi. If we're not on the same page tonight and you get hurt, I can't make any promises that I'll be able to heal you again, alright? Not if I don't know what's going on with the situation beforehand. You said it yourself, I'm the number seventy hero in the country, okay? It's not as if my multi-tasking skills tonight will really be that great. Work with me here to make this safer for both of us." I disciplined tiredly, taking advantage of his reluctant eye roll to grab his arm again and quickly drag him back inside.

This time he was the one to let out a small sigh of frustration as he harshly kicked the door closed with his foot, broodily shoving his hands in his pockets as we walked back over to the computer.

"Alright then, you low grade James Bond. What's your plan?" He asked with dwindling patience, causing me to quickly take a seat back at the computer.

"Well, to start, it says here that we need to wear all black to blend in-oh, wow, look at this-it's because the stakeout is supposed to take place tonight and not twelve in the afternoon. See? So much new information in ten seconds, and all it took was two more sentences of reading and patience." I retorted with sass, causing Dabi to rub his face with his hands tiredly as he begrudgingly plopped back down in his seat.

"Ah, whatever, so we wear black and sit around for five extra hours doing nothing. Doesn't sound like any breaking news to me." He countered stubbornly, yet his harsh tone was just a tad on the defensive side this time as he clearly knew I had a point.

"You have something all black, I assume? I'd be surprised if you didn't. Your entire presence just screams decade old emo." I stated, rolling my eyes for emphasis as I stood up from the chair to check my own suitcase now.

Dabi got up from his seat and moved to my, now empty, one in front of the computer, finally deciding to scroll through the information himself so he could stop looking like a grade A jackass.