Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

...walk through it...

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Dabi POV (a few moments earlier):

You know, it's funny. 'Fashionably late' and 'Grape' don't go together.

Nah. If the bitch ain't at least thirty minutes early to every fucking event, she may as well have aneurysm from the stress of it all. Hell, she'd probably be early to her own damn funeral for all I know.

Don't ask me how the hell that's even possible. But, just know she would be. Trust me on it, alright.

Regardless, that's what I thought when I waltzed into this stupid mansion tonight, looking and feeling like a schmucky little fuck in this stupid ass suit and these dumb shoes-Seriously, if there was a competition for Japan's Next Top Prick, I bet I'd win it all. Heh, the only damn thing I can win at, I guess. Maybe dear old dad would be proud of me now. Awwww....

Huh. I'm getting off topic already. That usually doesn't happen 'till, like, paragraph twelve. The booze haven't kicked in yet, gimme a break.

Where was I? Oh yeah, so here I was, waltzing in here like a prick, right?

Well, since Grape and her neurotic tendencies have her showing up anciently early like a dumb nerd, I figured-surprise-I'll show up early, too, and run into her. 'Course, early for me is five minutes late. Whatever, you get the idea.

And, look, I ain't one to plan things out-except the revenge murder I've spent my entire existence plotting against Enji for the last ten years-but, yeah, I don't plan things out.

Hell though, I sure as fuck planned this night out. I planned it down to each and every letter-even more embarrassing, I even planned out the conversations I'd have with grape and the pining looks she'd give me to feed my starving ego.

God, I planned it all. So damn desperate for her attention, after having been away from her this last week. Not only that, but even more so now that she's no longer blowing up my phone with messages.

It's made me go a little nuts-a little more nuts-the last day, or so. I didn't realize how tight she had me by the balls until I caught myself daydreaming like an idiot about how she'd look tonight, or what she'd say to me. Ack, disgusting right? Who the hell does that...

Anyways, here was my schedule for the night. My tight, organized, incredibly detailed schedule. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Is this even the sloppy, lazy Dabi you're talking to anymore? The one who doesn't care about anything? Or, is it someone else?

...don't answer that, unless you're looking to burn.

I planned to get here early, wearing this dumb outfit. Don't get me wrong, normally I wouldn't be caught dead in this shit. But, I knew Grape would lose her mind if she caught sight of me in this, and call me a dick, but I was looking to tease her a little.

Instead of going to the main room where the party would took place, I'd just fuck around and walk the perimeter of the place. Then, I'd run into Violet while she was on her way to the party.

Heh, I could imagine her face perfectly in my head. Her wide, little doe eyes sucking in every detail my appearance had to offer, her face flushing, her words stumbling over each other as she wouldn't knowing what to say. Why? Cause I'd leave her fucking speechless.

She'd be a babbling awkward mess, eyes trailing to mine where I'd meet them back, not looking away until I was sure I had her back on the hook.

Not until I was sure I had her eating out of the palm of my hand again.

She would have asked me what I was doing here, and I'd give her some stupid excuse about attending. One that definitely wasn't true. Whatever, not like I'd ever be caught dead saying I came here for her.