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"I'm not scared to die. I'm scared to live."
~The past never forgets. If anything, it always comes back.
She's ordinary, Dabi. Violet Sasaki is predictable and one of them, yo...
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9:54 pm.
"Scoot over, you're on my foot."
"No. You scoot over. Your foot's on my leg."
"Wha-no it's not! Why are you so difficult to work with, Dabi? Just scoot over!!"
"Say please and I'll think about it."
"....please scoot over..."
"Okay, I've thought about it. No."
I groaned loudly in annoyance for his rebellion, not too worried about keeping my voice down as the pounding patter of the falling rain and the sounds of the city were enough to conceal my voice.
Begrudgingly, I gave his leg a hard kick with my foot to give myself more room, forced to remained huddled side by side against him for warmth-and protection from the falling rain.
It's been about two hours since Dabi and I left to start our 'kidnapping' mission. We're right where the commission told us to be-in the heart of Tokyo, just before ten at night, waiting for our target, Ryo Harima to exit his work building for the day.
The information wasn't kidding when they said Harima stays hours after everyone else has left the building. He's an accountant, and the only one left in the workplace just a few hours before midnight? That seems pretty suspicious to me.
And while working with Dabi has already been proven to be an extremely unpleasant experience, the situation is only made more unenjoyable as we remain staked out on the rooftop building adjacent from Harima's place-both of us fighting to stay concealed under the tiny little overhead ledge that shields us from the freezing rain.
My ribs are starting to become sore from sprawling my stomach on the hard concrete all night, but at least this entire ordeal should be ending relatively soon.
I let out a small, tired sigh from the night, pulling my black jacket hood further over my head to block the freezing winds.
"Ugh. Where is he? It's already five past ten now. Wasn't Harima supposed to leave the building at ten exactly? Did we miss him?" I muttered in slight concern, keeping my laying body propped up on my elbows as I continued to type controls into the little laptop.
And while we've already established that working with Dabi is a completely laborious task, he seems to have interest in keeping his promise to compromise and help out in the mission this time-well, kind of. He could do better. He could also do worse though.
High expectations at their finest.
But, in barely passable partner fashion, Dabi remained sitting criss crossed on the concrete, messing with the dials of the little radio in his hand as he adjusted the bulky, black headphones around his ear a little better.
