Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Everyone's Got Their Demons

Top pic credit: Axii_Rui

Violet POV:

"Oh. Crap." I groaned as I looked at Endeavor's unconscious, battered body lying on the street, honestly ready to just keel over and die right then and there.

Dabi looked at the knocked out Number One Hero bitterly, rubbing the back of his sweaty neck as he spoke.

He seems to have regained his composure and emotions now...

"Yeah. It's no fun if he's unconscious." The stitched man said casually, ignoring the searing sound that was still happening on his skin as he wiped the pouring blood from his cheek.

He was a mess. His entire body and hair were drenched in sweat from the overheat he was experiencing. The whites of his eyes were red with irritation from the smoke. He couldn't stop coughing and he had new wounds on his skin that would definitely add to his collection of countless burns and scars.

Not to mention, he looked as if he was about to collapse from fatigue, but too stubborn to actually faint.

And he avoided my gaze. Knowing I was watching him. Knowing I probably had my own thoughts about his behavior towards Endeavor a few moments ago, but opting to ignore my curiosity and hope I forget.

But, one thing Dabi will learn about me-if he doesn't already know....I don't forget things very easily.

However, there are more important current things right now-like how Dabi and I have just taken out the Number One Hero of Japan and destroyed his entire agency.

It's a bit of a problem!

Midas' amplifying jewels have completely lost all effect on me. I no longer hear Midas' voice, and I imagine he can't hear my thoughts or emotions anymore, either.

I'm exactly how I used to be. How I always am.

In other words...now I'm a stressed messed again!

"Ohhh, come on." I groaned out in dread, letting my shoulders slump and my head fall back towards the sky as I looked at Endeavor lying face down on the asphalt.

Maybe he's just taking a rest! Maybe he's feeling silly!

Dabi watched through half lidded, bored eyes as I trudged my feet over to Endeavor. I crouched down next to his frame, face palming as the reality of what I just did set in.

Here comes the guilt I was waiting for!

Because even though I can safely say that, yes, I'm still mad at the man for what he did in the past...

I wouldn't have normally ever done something so drastic!! That's way too risky and scary!! Who the heck would actually be crazy enough to take him out?!??

Ugh. Dabi and I, apparently.

Ooo, it's that time!-I hate myself again.

"Look at him. Just look at him." I muffled out through my face palm, hearing Dabi's boots lazily making their way towards me.

"What's the difference? He looked like a piece of shit before, and he still looks like one now." He said in monotone, seeming completely done and checked out with the day now that Endeavor wouldn't be able to pay attention to him any longer.

Denial, overthink, and panic began to rot my brain as I removed my hand from my sweaty face, assessing Endeavor once more as I mumbled to myself.

"No. No. It's fine. It's cool. It's great. There's no way he's actually hurt. I couldn't ever inflict that much damage on someone..." I mumbled, before awkwardly reaching my hand out and poking Endeavor in the shoulder.