Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Old Habits

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Dabi POV:

Yeah. I promise, sunshine...

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Well, well, well. I guess I should congratulate you, Touya! You're practically a whole new man now.

Awww. Feels like just yesterday you were plotting dear old dad's revenge-bitching and moaning to no one but the wall about how you were gonna 'make sure he doesn't forget the past,' and 'dance with the fucker in hell.',

Blah, blah, blahhhh.

Nah. Fuck that guy, 'Dabi,' I guess. Right, Touya? Cause, apparently, that guy's all talk. He blabs his mouth for eight fucking years, but pussies out at the last second. He doesn't know his head from his ass, only there for dramatic, broody effect and to make those stupid fangirls go wild.

Yeah, idiot. I'm talking to you. Stop simping over a fucking burnt murderer and go do something useful with your life. Embarrassing.

Better, yet, how about you do what I can't? Yeah, go on. How about you get off your ass and go send my dad to hell for me? Dabi can't come to the phone right now. He's too busy being a little bitch to answer.

And a whipped, little bitch at that.

I don't remember what it's like to sleep alone anymore-and I don't mean that in a cute, mushy way-And if I hear one little 'awww,' from you about that, I'll incinerate your vocal chords before you have a chance to finish.

No. It's annoying that I've become so dependent. So brainwashed by that sickeningly sweet thing called 'love' to where I can't remember the idiot I was six months ago.

It's funny, when you think about it. Damn hilarious how fast my pathetic, touch starved ass flipped the switch. Sleeping alone...being alone was all I used to know. It was my thing. Being the lone wolf-or, in my case, the lone, charred wolf...

Heh, funny right? I just crack myself up. Now I'm a clown all the way through. Look at me, following in your footsteps...

It's just all so fucked up. Even when I started boning people, the thought of staying the night with them was enough to make me gag as hard as they did on my dick. It was always about me.

Because I'm sooo fucking special.

It was about satisfying my needs and getting the fuck out of there, before the bitch had time to even pull her pants up.

That's how I liked it. It's what I fucking deserved after years and years of being so invisible.

Those whores owed me. Everyone owes me. The world owes me for all the shit it's forced down my throat.

Oh? Is that a dick thing to say? Well, good. I like being a dick. I like pushing everyone away because then there's no distractions to my goals. No numbing of my hatred-and definitely no time for cutesy spooning bullshit in some overpriced hotel bed.

Figured I'd be dead in the ground before I slept in a damn bed with someone! Disgusting.

Well, it seemed like a pretty real possibility, six months ago. You know, back when I still had my balls? Not anymore!

I wasn't expecting it. Yeah, I was a dumbass to sleep with Grape in the first place. Blame it on my dick. But, even then, I thought 'who cares?' cause nothing was supposed to come of it.