Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Deep Down, I Know

Dabi POV:

- wrote this chap to Cradles by Sub Urban, if you want the vibe I was imagining. It sets the mood for Dabi's current whereabouts and headspace.

And a quick Outlander PSA reminder - Dabi is a villain (shocking), so like 90% of his language and actions in this book are going to be inappropriate and bad for awhile😂 a lot of his decisions are not meant to be liked, so if you find yourself getting annoyed with him-that's normal.

This is just how I interpret his character. I wanted him closer to canon Dabi (rude, blunt, stand offish), rather than the soft fanon boy we've come to know (though I love that version, too). I hope I don't offend anyone with the way I'm writing him. I promise I have a plan for him and his character in this story. Enjoy!

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Sweaty bodies. Smoky rooms. Dazed mind. Cheap perfume.

And, fuck, do I love it all.

The music pounded way too loud in my ears as I slowly sauntered through the strip club. I tried my best to keep my eyes open, but with the way the joint and liquor in my hand have both been used past their limit, I can legitimately feel how dilated my pupils are.

Is she watching me? Huh, Violet? You watching me through your little tracker?

You gonna come get me, little sapphire? I'm right here. Come here. Come get me. Prove it.

Prove what, exactly? Well, that's a very good question. I dunno.

Ehhh, you know this whole thing ain't my fault. Of course, lil old me had every good intention of staying in my lil old room like the obedient, fucking dog I am.

But, the thing is, while I'm alone a lot-and I mean alottt....

A demon does his worst work when he's alone. Heh.

Here's the hard liquored truth that I most definitely will deny having thought later, so don't quote me on it, alright?-I don't like it. I don't like being left alone to think. To actually think, be alone with myself, and let my thoughts run wild.

Believe it, or not, it's pretty dark up there! Of course, I'm talking about my head!

Alone is when I make my worst decisions. That's when I commit my worst sins, and think my worst thoughts. And sure, you're probably thinking "what business does a piece of shit like him have, in caring about the decisions he makes at all? He's a killer," blah, blah, blahhh....

Well, if you're thinking that, guess what? You're absolutely right. I don't care. I don't care at all. The world wronged me. Turned its back on me. Fucked me with no foreplay and left me high and dry. So, guess what? If I wanna wander aimlessly around town, dazed and blazed, and watch some uncoordinated chicks dance? That's exactly what I'm gonna do. Who's gonna stop me? You?

Oh yeah? I'd love to see that. You of all people don't scare me. Damn clown, is what you are.

Hence, why I'm here at the strip club, and not on sorority girl lockdown, like I'm supposed to be. Whoops. Another crime for the books, I guess. Am I really gonna be going to jail over some tits? Seems like it, huh.

After all, most women are only good for one thing, right Enji?

Most.

Well, he did it again. So, Touya? What was the trigger this time, huh? What caused you to lose a handle on your oh-so fragile emotions again, and act so impulsive now? Again.