The Faster, The Better : The Collision - Dabi x Fem!OC - Book 2

(Part 1) This Is Hard

@Ayre_1

"Good morning Baby!" I heard my roommate yell as she walked into my room, opening a curtain with a smile.

"Time for work!" She shouted at me while drying a beer glass, y'know the ones that have pub beer in them, maybe a Coors? From the fancy restaurants.

Yeah. That.

I got up, my tank top lightly brushing against my loose sports bra. "It is literally across the street." I said, pointing out of my window, the small yet quite large two-story bars. It had seating arrangements for fancier parties upstairs as well as a dance floor. Downstairs was just a plain old bar, but with more windows and less stuffy. Oh, and less old men.

"Yeah, still.. I don't really care. Anywho, I want you to come and look at what I did for you downstairs!" She spoke. I rubbed my eyes and looked at her.

"Really, not know Sam. I need a break. Can't I just skip today?" I asked her, shoving the blankets and fluffy comforter back on top of my shoulder, placing it just where it was comfy.

She set the glass down and threw the rag over her shoulder, sighing and my attempt. "No!" She said, demanding my abstinence be flipped around, like it's a frown or something.

"No. I don't want to go to work today." I told her. "You already having missed three weeks is enough as is, but please! Not another day." She said, sitting down on my bed next to my leg. She put her hand on my thigh and rubbed her thumb there comfortingly. "Please." She relayed.

"I don't want to go. I don't want to be reminded of the dumb life that I don't want to live anymore." I told her. She looked at me and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, tilting her head. "My sweet best friend, my beautiful babe, my dear m'lady, you can live without him. You are strong!" She told me in a hushed manner. I rolled my eyes and sat up, the smell of cigarettes filling her and my nostrils.

"He was my rock! I actually loved him!" I told her. And I did. I didn't hiss, bark or choke out a single lie.

The bright early morning sun shone on my warmed bed, the light projecting over the two of our soft features. I saw her hand shoot up into the air, an index finger shooting up to the sky like she is some lecturer. Hint hint, she is. She has gotten worse over the years since Rooster left for America.

"Well, the first step is-" She tried before I interjected.

"Getting out of bed, I know." I said to her, her eyes rolling and laughing lightly while rubbing my smooth shoulder and trailing her arm down my shoulder blade. I just slumped back into her loving touch, just oh-so casually crushing her hand into my pillow. She yanked her hand out snd gently slapped my arm. "Rude." I told her.

She grabbed my shirt and helped me take it off. "See. That was all I needed. Just for you to even begin to get out of bed inspired me to do more!" She spoke to me like I was a dumb toddler.

"I don't care." I said, stifling a laugh because I knew she knew I was keeping up an act. "I'll grab the makeup wipe for your runny mascara, as well as a tissue for your nose, and um, oh yeah! You should do your makeup! I love your no-makeup looks as is, but fresh mascara and a little gloss wouldn't hurt." She told me as she grabbed the very-dry beer glass and walked out.

The first step, like Sam said, was getting out of bed. I can do it! Right?

But, what if something bad happens.. what if- stop it. Sam said that this wasn't good for you. Just.. get up.

Whew.

It took some time, but with some effort, my shaky legs got out of bed. That's when I felt all the feels. I could tell I was absolutely starving, having not eaten in a day or two. Sam usually brought me the food, but she was working at my bar which I clearly can't take care of, the last two nights, even into the early hours of the day. I sleep in the day, FYI. I recently just haven't enjoyed the suns distant presence, y'know?

I could also feel that little pounding in my.. lower Columbia. My upper Oklahoma was also a little tingly. But, I wasn't planning on getting out there anytime soon.

Besides that, I was quite thirsty, but Sam gave me water last night so I wouldn't die from dehydration. And, I most definitely was tired. But, I can't do much about that one because Sam will kill me just to resurrect me again. Just to kill mr even harder again. I swear.

I walked over to my surprisingly clean vanity and looked in the mirror. I could barely look at myself without crying. It hurt really bad. After that day, approximately 20 minutes,  i could be found sitting down In a small clearing of the road drinking the rest of the Kentucky I found in the back of my car while getting drunk and silently crying to myself. It wasn't good.

I needed to suck it up. I grabbed my tube of mascara and moved it closer to me, taking the makeup wipe that Sam had left me and removing my streaks of black mascara that had been sitting there, drying up and crisping to a crust on my face. I also removed any old makeup on my face, as well.

I was, sort of, content. Just on the brim of getting better.

I added a touch of lip gloss to my lips and gently brushed on a light ish layer of mascara, as well as some foundation, concealer snd blush. Duh, of course my eyebags had to look like two suitcases and Sam's were as tight as a corset knocked into its smallest setting.  Ugh, the differences.

I walked towards my also surprisingly clean closet and grabbed a black tight tank top along with my favorite black dress pants and my name tag. Yes, sadly, day drinkers exist. But we also serve like, pound cake, or something to tone down your high.

I grabbed my perfume and deodorant, rubbing some of the cream into my armpits and back of my knees as well as spraying the perfume on prominent points of my body. Then, I finally got my bar tending apron and walked out of my room.

I stepped slowly down the stairs of my new and fresh apartment. "Hey Sam." I said. She turned around and had a plate in her hands.

"Hey (Y/N)- Kana.. I mean Kana." She said, smiling while rubbing the back of her neck. "Sorry, it slipped." She said. I looked at her and sat down at the breakfast bar. "Well it can't happen again. And it shouldn't. My nametag says 'Kana' now." I told her. She nodded and grabbed a plate from the cabinet.

"What is that?" I asked her. She looked at me and smiled. "Breakfast! I made chocolate chip pancakes. Your favorite." She spoke.

Shit.

Don't cry now please.

"Uh.. you okay Kana?" She asked me, handing a plate to me, realizing she can just set it down on the table. She leaned against it and looked at me again. "Hello?" She snapped at me. I immediately looked at her. "Sorry.. um .. Dabi used to make me pancakes. Chocolate chip." I told her, grabbing my plate and eating.

She looked at me and smiled. "Okay. Well, I don't mean to be rude, but please finish up soon so we can go." She said softly. I nodded with a mouthful. "Mkay." I told her.

Please be a good day.

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