Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Repeating History

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Violet POV:

Have you ever had a moment...that changed your entire perspective of the world?

In my entire life, I've only had two. The first was ten years ago when Touya and my mom died.

The second...is now. Right here, in the middle of this ruined hotel room.

"Do you get it now....Grape?" He said, voice more calm than I've ever heard it.

I've gone too frozen to even react to his words...continuing to stand with my back to him and the ancient letter in my hands.

A word. A thought. A single movement of my face. All of it was lost to me. My body had shut down, forgetting how to move. Forgetting how to breathe.

I can't even recall the past anymore. All those good times I used to have with Touya when we were kids...all the sweet moments Dabi and I have had together...

My entire brain...was blank, only able to replay the six worded question he just asked over and over again in my head.

Truly. I've never heard him talk so relaxed before. So genuine, and lacking of any facade he ever fooled the world with.

Dabi.

...'Dabi...'

He sounds younger, or maybe it's just that he always sounded older with that demonic drawl he exaggerates.

But, most of all...

It was the last word of his sentence that shook my entire soul, leaving me shell shocked as if a giant grenade had just thrown me off balance.

Time was pointless. It no longer existed as the moment consumed me.

He didn't speak another word and neither of us moved.

I could no longer feel the letter in my hand, even though I knew my fingers were gripping it...just an outsider in my own body as I heard my own voice croak through the room.

"Never in my life...have I been the type of person who jumps to conclusions..."

He didn't dare interrupt me, deciding to simply listen for the first time in his life until he was asked to speak.

"It's almost to a fault, you could say. I've always been...so trusting." I stared at nothing, physically feeling the color draining from my face. "Never wanting to believe that someone-especially...someone I care for....could ever do something...so......horrible."

My tongue felt dry as a rock, yet the taste in my mouth was overwhelmingly bitter.

The letter crinkled softly as my fingers slowly curled tighter around it, almost as if begging me to release such an iron grip.

I'd lost the ability to blink, feeling my vision starting to blur. "Because of that....I know...there's a perfectly reasonable explanation...as to why you have this...specific letter. I'd like you to tell me now, please."

Sensing it was finally his turn, Dab-he shuffled on his feet, leaning against the doorframe.

I felt his eyes on me, yet I refused-fucking refused...to turn around and look.

"You want the truth?"

I scoffed breathlessly at such a ridiculous question, finding its double meaning to be so tragically ironic.

"All I've ever wanted in my life...was for someone to tell me the truth"

It was so quiet, I could hear his nervous swallow, wondering when he decided to show his emotions so openly.