Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

All Business

Top pic credit: Sere_art.

Violet POV:

"It's fine. It's fine...." I rambled to myself softly, brows furrowing and teeth chewing on my lip as I strode back and forth between my dresser and my suitcase.

Dabi rolled his eyes at my quirky chaotic mood, continuing to lounge comfortably in his own bed and toss his phone up into the air repeatedly.

"Yeah. You said that already. But, then again I couldn't really hear it over all your annoying stomping." He pointed out boredly, alternating his gaze between watching me stalk back and forth across the room and his airborne phone.

I ignored his snide comment, feeling too nervous and overwhelmed about going to the Midas Mansion for the weekend to respond. Instead, I continued grabbing clothes for my overnight bag, not even paying attention to what I was packing as I continued to mutter.

"It's totally normal. Everyone does it-yeah. That's right. Everyone does it. D...Duh." I reassured myself in anxious exasperation, hearing Dabi's obnoxious chuckle cut through my thoughts.

"What? Everyone is forced to stay at a mass murderer's house for the whole weekend? That's rich." He snickered, causing me to plop a pile of clothes onto my bed with a huff and glare at him.

"Oh, will you be quiet? You interrupted my thinking process." I grumbled, causing him to lazily turn his head towards me with a smirk.

"Tragic. How will I ever survive now, if I'm not able to hear you talk about blah, blah, blahhhh." He drawled out dismissively, tossing his phone up and catching it once more before he lost interest in the little game.

I placed my hands on my hips with discipline as I watched him do his usual-aka, nothing, before giving my head a shake and turning my attention back to my own bed.

"Frankly, I don't know how you plan to survive at all, considering we're supposed to leave for Midas' place within the hour-and you're not even packed yet!!" I reprimanded, waving my hands at Dabi naggingly as I kept my attention on the mess of clothes atop my bed.

The stitched man let out a hum of content to my words, only relaxing further into his bed as he placed both hands behind his head.

"Well, sunshine, I'll let you in on a little secret of why I don't care," he started out, before whispering his next words mockingly. "It's part of my brand."

I scoffed at his smugness, continuing to neatly fold some shirts before carefully packing them away into my suitcase.

"You try sooo hard not to care." I pointed out, not missing the look of sheer pride on Dabi's face as if I just gave him a compliment.

"That's because the majority of the time, I really don't give a fuck." He smirked, before a certain word caught my attention.

"Oh yeah? And what about the other minority of the time?" I questioned with my own smug reply, thinking I might have actually caught him in something.

Until...

"That's when I sleep." He said stubbornly, causing me to groan.

"You're impossible." I huffed distractedly, more focused on packing to ensure I wouldn't forget anything-

"Oh, please. You fucking love me." Dabi snickered without a second thought, before relaxing his head further against his comfy pillows.

And while he didn't mean it in that way, I cursed the hot feeling rising to my cheeks at his harmless tease, letting out an inaudible, inhuman flustered wheeze, before quickly focusing my attention back on my packing.