Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Angry Intoxication

Violet POV: ~ present time ~

The obnoxious ringing sound of a phone jolted me from my sleep.

It made me realize that, for the first time since Dabi and I have been engaging in this assignment, I was actually able to pass out comfortably in my bed, and wake up completely unscathed-

Wait.

Hold on.

I share a room with Dabi.

Am I completely unscathed?

At lightning speed-and before my body was really awake, I jolted my head up from the pillows, only now realizing I wasn't even on the pillow, but sprawled out face down and sideways across my bed.

Typical. I'm not the prettiest sleeper.

Upon forcing my crusty, sleep burning eyes open, I began looking around the room, bewildered and blurry, settling on the bed across from me and fuzzily seeing a body sleeping in it.

It's Dabi.

"Oh. Thank goodness. He didn't kill me. I'm alive." I sighed out groggily, saying the statement much louder than I meant to before smushing my head face down back into the bed-

"You won't be for long if you don't turn off that ringing." Dabi mumbled to me from his bed, voice thick and low with morning sleep as he refused to get up.

I groaned softly in annoyance to his demands, keeping my face nestled in the blankets as I focused on the direction where the ringing phone was coming from.

"Mm, nope. Your phone is the one ringing. I'm not answering that." I retorted crankily, letting out a small 'oof!' when a spare, soft pillow came flying at my back.

Yet, even after throwing the pillow, Dabi didn't argue with my logic as I heard him mumble dazed, tired curses before rolling over in his bed to feel his hand around the night table for his phone.

I could hear so incredibly clearly the sound of his hand sliding across the desk and banging on it to try and feel for his phone, before stuff began falling off the table and crashing to the ground.

"Oh my god-do you have to be so loud about it?!" I hissed at him in lethal exhaustion, grabbing one of the pillows off the correct side of my bed and slapping it over my head.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, is this bothering you? That's tragic." Dabi replied at full volume, deliberately smacking the desk loudly with his hand as the ringing continued.

I clawed my fingers into the squishy pillow as I kept it over my head, practically suffocating myself with it as I tried to drown out his presence.

Dabi chuckled smugly as he could tell I was getting irritated, finally grabbing his phone.

I let out another 'oof!' when I felt the object plop on my butt cheek a few seconds later, realizing he had thrown the phone at me.

"It's for you. The clown committee is calling. Take it outside, so I can go back to bed." He ordered bossily, before I heard his sheets rustling as he tried to get comfortable again.

The hero commission is calling? That's never a good sign. I bet it's about the chaotic mess of last night, with Ryo Harima.

"Oh, no you don't. Last time I checked, a partnership is two people." I muffled out from the sheets, before another pillow hit my back.