Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

That Day (Part Two)

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Touya POV: - nine years ago continued.

My muscles went numb, the ghost of my words echoing through the room like a demon.

It was so instinctive to say, and that's what scares me the most. Even if my mouth didn't finish the words, my brain did.

The worst part was that it felt so natural in my mind, as if my sub-conscience had chanted them repeatedly in the depths of my heart without me knowing. What are you supposed to do when your own mind betrays you behind your back?

For as long as I can remember, love has always been the kiss of death.

In the sixteen years that I've been alive, I've never actually seen it, so maybe that's why I'm terrified of it. I can only base my assumptions off what I know to be true.

Dad doesn't love mom-or, if he does, then certainly love is not the beautiful picture that all the hopeless dreamers paint it out to be.

It's disgusting, abusive, locked around your ankle like an anchor that drags you away from the sweet surface of success.

For me, it was introduced as a punishment, an ultimatum to either do better and rise above my own challenges, or succumb to the failures the world boxed me in...

"Give up on being a hero, Touya. Just marry Violet and live an ordinary life."

His words stir in my head, only instead of the careless voice he originally said them in, now the tone was distorted. It sounded like the words of a monster-like the grim reaper himself was coming to take it all away.

One can't follow their dreams and also love. I cannot become shackled to my failures. I can't.

The cells of my brain twisted painfully in my skull, causing my eyes to squeeze shut with a grimace as I slowly released my hold on Violet.

We were still on the floor of the bathroom. Her becoming sick and seeking comfort in my arms feels like a distant memory that took place years ago now.

A sharp ringing drummed at the root of my eardrums, making reality narrow in a tunnel and shoot out of reach. I can taste the failure on my tongue in the form of bile, suddenly feeling sick myself.

"Touya? Are you okay?" Violet's hoarse voice croaked out from next to me, only further driving the truth home when those same words repeated in my head on instinct.

'I love-'

"You're just....suddenly very sweaty." She interrupted my growing manic again, causing my eyes to widen with a gasp as the sentence radiated louder.

It's like every time she makes her presence known to my soul, the words can't help but be thought. Nothing about the feeling appears new, making me realize I must have felt this way around her for awhile, but never allowed myself to be heard.

The butterflies in my stomach made a home there a long time ago. Her scent is forever etched into my nostrils. The thought of ever being without her terrifies me. The overwhelming need to hold her is stronger than it's ever been, and images of the future have become so far manipulated from the dream I once held.

Ordinary.

There is so much wrong....

...with being ordinary.