Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Mister Broody Pants

Top pic credit: daikojino

Violet POV: ~ ten years ago ~

"Okay, go! It's your turn." I called out to Fuyumi from the kitchen sink, trying to scrub out a particularly tough coffee stain from one of the kitchen mugs.

Ugh. Mr. Todoroki never rinses out his cup properly.

Fuyumi pursed her lips in thought to my suggestion, continuing to chop vegetables for dinner on the counter behind me as she thought of another question.

"Hmmm. Oh-I got one. Okay, would you rather...have three hands? Or three feet?" Fuyumi asked with a smug smirk, thinking she had me in a stump before I answered proudly.

"Easy. Three feet." I stated confidently, letting out a small breath of victory when I finally scrubbed the coffee stain out of the mug and placed it in the dishwasher.

"What?!" Fuyumi chuckled, turning around to face me in amused disbelief, "Why the feet?! You could do way more with three hands!"

I clicked my tongue in disagreement, grabbing another dirty dish from the sink and mentally cursing a certain white haired, edgy boy for apparently not finish his soba noodles last night. Or rinsing out the remaining contents of his bowl, at that.

Ugh. Boys.

"That's what you think, but I'd like to believe you can actually do more with your feet. For example, you could run faster-or, maybe use the extra appendage as a weapon, in case you get attacked." I proposed casually, causing Fuyumi to crack up once again at my odd logic.

"Yeah, but you couldn't do anything else! You can't write with an extra foot. You can't eat with an extra foot. You can't even wash your hair." She justified, distractedly tossing her cut up vegetables into a pan to cook them.

"Ah, ah. I bet I could train my extra foot to wash my hair. After all, an extra foot is not so different from a hand." I defended, blowing a stray piece of hair out of my face as I continued to scrub the dishes.

"What's this about an extra foot?" A new voice chimed in from the living room, their padding footsteps heard before their face was seen.

But, even so, I knew that voice well enough to know who it was, coming around the corner. After all, I've been at the Todoroki manor for a whole seven months now. Things have fallen into place and routine, relatively easy now.

I'd say I'm like part of the family....but, after seven months of radio silence from my mom, the empty space in my chest reminds me that the Todoroki's are definitely not my family.

My thoughts were interrupted as Touya waltzed into the kitchen, followed by Natsuo. Both boys were carrying garbage bags and cleaning supplies, engaging in their own designated after school chores for the day.

Upon entering the kitchen, Touya dropped his heavy box of chore supplies on the floor with a huff, sauntering over to Fuyumi and I to take a rest.

I don't blame him. While this family's chores do consist of the usual things-sweeping, mopping, doing the dishes, the boys in the family are required to go the extra mile with the more strenuous tasks-fixing broken items in the house, laborious yard work....

....being forced to build new, daily training equipment for Shouto-a particular task that I know hurts Touya's feelings very much. How do I know, you may ask? Well, I hear him yelling about it from the backyard every time he's forced to do it.

But, it seemed that today he was in relatively good spirits as he wiped the tired sweat from his forehead, propping his elbows on the counter as he purposely dropped a new cup into the sink.