Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

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Violet POV:

The next day had come too fast, morning already halfway gone...

And Dabi never came home.

Hah, that's funny, right? 'Home.' As if this place-this situation ever meant something. As if my mind is trying to continue creating these little false delusions.

I couldn't have created them alone though. Dabi had a part in it, regardless of what he says or thinks. Because as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he fed into these delusions, too. Enough to run away from them and evade the night-and, half the damn morning, for that matter...

No. I don't have any idea where he went. Yeah, I could always check the sorority girl ankle monitor that's still stuck to him like a dog collar. But, I don't want to. Not because I don't wanna know where he is, or I don't care.

It's because I haven't done such a thing since Dabi and I were still in our stage of enemy acquaintances. I used to check his monitor location when I didn't trust him. When I didn't know him.

Checking it now...just feels like a regression in our relationship-or-whatever the hell this is-was?-is? Gah, I really don't know. How serious is this fight between us, anyways?

It didn't seem serious enough to end this situation between us. It seemed like we were both annoyed and, admittedly, a little hungover. It seems like we both said things we didn't mean.

And then...the last time I saw him...when he gave me the cough medicine. His eyes had been bloody and rubbed red, almost like he was crying.

Except, he wasn't crying. I've never seen him cry actually. While I've seen him more emotional than he wishes he was, I have to hand it to him....I've never actually seen the man cry.

He did look sad though. Regretful and longing. Like he wished he could take it all back.

And, yeah, I've known Dabi long enough to know I shouldn't ever expect an apology from him. The man could murder everything I care about in one fell swoop and pull the ol' 'well, your house, your interests, your plants, your friends, your job, and everything you so dearly love, shouldn't have been in my way then.'

Is that an exaggeration? Well....

Anyways, while Dabi won't ever verbally express an apology, I've come to learn he makes up for it in other ways.

Like-surprise!-through his actions. As I've already told you-his words and actions never align.

For example, last night. I expected more. Wrongfully so, of course. But, still...I did.

I expected Dabi to stop the pointless fight when he saw me become emotional. I thought I'd see all the heartless villainy fade from his gaze quicker than it came-feel his hands reach out to touch me, any part of me to let me know he knew he fucked up.

And, then I expected him to drop it and hold me. Sure, he wouldn't have been the one to initiate the hug. But, he also wouldn't have been the one to let go once it had started.

His voice would melt back to that warm softness I've come to love. The warmth that isn't 'Dabi,' but instead the man I fell in love with. He'd lay with me on the bed and stroke my hair...allowing me to hug him as tightly as I wanted, until I fell asleep to his scent and the sound of his voice.

Then, we'd wake up together. He'd be second guessing the night's previous actions by now-aka, his softness. After that, he probably would have tried to play off the encounter with an excuse that, absolutely no one believes, and we'd be back in our sweet, little world of delusions....ready to do it all over again.