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"I'm not scared to die. I'm scared to live."
~The past never forgets. If anything, it always comes back.
She's ordinary, Dabi. Violet Sasaki is predictable and one of them, yo...
A/N: I had to make this picrew of Akio for something and I love how it turned out, so I'm posting it here. It's already on my discord. Pretty much exactly how I imagine him (hair a little darker maybe). I think you'll want a good image of his face after reading this chapter. That's all I'm gonna say 👁
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Violet POV:
The party was alive and well by the time I left Dabi in the dust at the bar.
While it would normally pain me to see such a shocked look on his face after the cold conversation we had, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for giving him such a bitter taste of his own medicine.
For the first time since I've known him, I hope my words hurt him.
I hope he regrets it all. The way he treated me. Taking for granted the fact I was always there at his feet like a stupid, little puppy. I hope he never fucking moves past this.
Cause I am angry. That's the truth I finally admitted to myself today. The truth that Midas' jewels finally pried out of me. I guess I've always been secretly resentful and hurt by the way Dabi treated me, I was just too in love with him to notice. Too afraid of losing him to see that I never really had him in the first place.
It was pathetic. Disgusting. Something I look back on with a cringe, even though I was that exact person no less than an hour ago.
Ahh, but enough about the person I technically am. Fuck her. She's had twenty three years to get her shit together and become someone who matters, and all she gained was constant failure. No. She's to be forgotten tonight, exactly how it should be. That's what she deserves.
Let's focus on the person I wanna be. The person I should have been.
Let's focus on the fact that I'm having the god damn time of my life right now. I have surpassed my own self so incredibly high, I don't think I ever wanna come back down.
Day by day, my own reservations about Midas are slowly starting to dwindle away. My inhibitions as well. The longer and more frequently I activate these jewels in my system, the more I can feel the parts of my self-the parts I absolutely despise, leaving my system forever, becoming nothing more than a memory I hoped I would soon forget.
If forgetting myself means becoming this person-this incredible person...then I'd do it gladly.
Because, for the first time, I feel more than worthy to be here tonight. I don't feel out of place, or awkward. Hell, it's quite the opposite. I'm better than everyone else in this ballroom, and I fucking know it.
I could see that easily as I scanned the party scene in front of me, snorting softly at how pathetically so-called heroes were behaving. People were already drunk, or well on their way. Experimenting with the insignificant jewels Midas tauntingly left on the tables for their own pleasure.
