Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Aren't We All Just A Little Crazy?

Top pic credit: Birf.

Violet POV:

I watched blankly as Dabi shot a thick line of blue flames across Midas' forbidden hallway to Euphoria, watching him affirm the choice that he'd rather murder Euphoria and get us eaten alive by Midas' men, rather than plant a meaningless one second kiss on my lips.

Oh...

It's like that, huh?

I see.

So, basically I'm gonna kill him.

Seething anger bubbled around inside my chest as I glared darkly at Dabi's back, hearing him revert back to his villainous, maniacal tone with the low chuckle that reverberated from his throat.

"Right. As if you could ever force me into doing something I don't wanna do. Did you forget who I am? Or, were you just getting too comfortable? Doesn't matter either way. You won't live long enough to figure it out now." He stated to Euphoria smugly, keeping his back to me in a way that felt purposeful as he waited for his smoke screen to clear from the hallway.

Feeling my teeth grinding down on each other, I stormed over to Dabi and roughly shoved him in the back, causing his feral grin to falter and his feet to stumble as he turned around to face me.

"Huh? You watch it. Know your fucking place-" he attempted to order me, trying to put me in my place and failing as I watched my hand whip across his cheek.

Whoops. I've never slapped anyone before...

His eyes widened slightly as he got slapped back to reality by me, extinguishing the flames on his palms and instinctively touching his cheek to gingerly feel the area.

Neither of us said anything, glaring at each other and reflecting tensely on the moment-but refusing to verbally address the giant elephant in the room of Dabi's horrible decision here tonight.

I'm not lying when I say I'm furious. I'm angry that he betrayed my trust. I'm embarrassed. My pride is wounded. I'm stressed at the fight Dabi just started, and the possibility that he's already signed our death sentence. And many, many more things...

But, I'm also smart enough to know that our priority at this moment is de-escalating the situation with Euphoria. Whether that means fighting her, or stopping her. Knocking her out-I don't know. Dabi's smoke screen is going to clear any second to reveal the damage.

So, instead of getting into all my unresolved anger over the kiss-not-kiss right now, I decided to save it for a time where our lives are not in danger, pressing my lips together and burning my gaze into Dabi as I spoke calmly.

Who knows! Maybe we'll even die here tonight. Then we never have to talk about what happened.

"Do you know how much I hate you right now?" I asked him casually, watching Dabi give his slapped cheek another rub.

"Yeah." He said blankly, losing the mocking taunt that his voice held when he spoke to Euphoria.

He didn't sound humorous. He didn't think it was funny. He wasn't playing off the encounter as if it was uninteresting and nothing.

He sounded like he knew how genuinely angry I was with him. If anything, his eyes blinked a few times like he was nervous. Like he knew now how badly he might have messed this up-and I'm not talking about the mission.

He chose not to say anything else. Not meeting my gaze either as he looked straight ahead to the wall dryly.

I don't know how to take that. I don't know how to take his response. Everyone's mixed signals tonight are starting to drive me crazy.