Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

Turning A New Leaf

A/N: Please vote, guys.

Touya POV:

The moon was high in the sky by the time I looked up at it again.

It wasn't like that before, only leaving me to assume I've been dying as slow as possible for the last few hours.

I don't know when I got the energy to move again. The last thing I remember, I had collapsed in a rotten alleyway, burning alive like a damn candle wick and recalling my past like a pathetic loser.

But, at some point, I'd gotten up apparently. Not that it meant much. My body was on autopilot and moving at a sloth's pace. The smoke suffocated my organs and traveled to my brain, leaving me unable to think properly or even process what the hell I was doing.

And yet, I walked anyways. Not knowing where I was going or when I'd arrive, but letting my newly returned soul guide me to the final destination.

If we're lucky, maybe it's hell. Stay tuned and find out.

The streets were empty, which is probably for the best. Now, I wouldn't shed tears if my flammable body ran into some unknowing pedestrian on the street. But, I don't wanna be bothered, and accidentally incinerating someone would probably bother people. Then they'd bother me about it.

Look, I'm still an ass, so don't expect much from whatever the hell you were expecting. You still annoy the fuck out of me-actually why are you still here? Quit snooping around in my life and go fix yours for fuck's sake...

Visions of the past haunted me as I walked up a pair of stone steps, hearing some desk person protest weakly when I entered through the door I could barely see in front of me.

I couldn't understand why I was making such a damn effort to survive. It seems to be my worst trait, always making myself suffer when death presents itself at the perfect opportunity.

I'm a fighter and I wish I wasn't. The first reason is because I got it from dad, and while it used to be my dream to be like him, any similar traits we have now, I simply despise.

Secondly, being a fighter hasn't done anything good for me. It made me train myself until I nearly died. Then, when I should have died, I fought death, too. Then Dabi fought Touya. And Touya fought his feelings. Blah, blah, blah, you know the rest.

Maybe the moral of the story is that I should stop fighting. I'm fucking tired of constantly being at war with myself.

It wasn't until my hand landed on the knob of a door did I realize-actually, remember-where I'd gone and what my plan was, suddenly having the epiphany that this wasn't about me at all.

Yeah, I'm fighting all over again. But, for the first time, I'm not fighting myself.

It's for something this time. Someone.

Her.

The whole reason why I walked two miles with my body on fire, battling through the same boiling of my leg muscles that debilitated me ten years ago.

Groaning blankly, I forced myself to throw the door of my hotel room open, practically falling inside.

He better be here. It's the only reason I came back. Literally, he's the only one I can think to help me.

Through the blinding smoke in my eyes, I looked around the room in a wild panic, swaying back and forth on my melting feet as I tried to spot that specific fucker anywhere in the room.

When I spotted him on his side of the room, holding his broken laptop in hand, I realized I've never been so happy in my damn life to see such a pestering roach.