Ashes And Hair Dye

Chapter Eight

Dabi stared at the door, wondering if the little medic hero would come back in and say it was just a joke. Or that she would apologize for raising her voice at him.

To be fair he yelled at her too. But he's used to his yelling. He didn't expect her to do the same to him. Not when she's always so playful. He must have really set her off for her to be so upset. But she set him off too! He told her not to do that and she did anyways.

He wouldn't have gotten caught and wouldn't have gone to Tartarus. She made that whole mess for no reason. If the cops get there at one he'd have more than enough time to leave. He stormed off to grab his white shirt from the laundry. Miraculously she had gotten the blood off of it without leaving stains. He shook his head as he made his way back to the door, leaving nothing of his to prove he was ever there.

That damn hero knew better than to live with a villain.

Right?

He paused, his hand only a few inches from the doorknob. He could leave, he knew he could. It's just a few more steps. But this place; the comfy bed he'd long forgotten ever existed, the warm and fresh food she would always make, the sense of peace and warmth in this home. And her. That damn hero. She was kinder than anyone he's ever met in a long time. She was sincere, weird, and absolutely...

He couldn't find the word. No one word seemed to describe her well enough. She was a brat definitely. But also sweet. Tooth achingly sweet sometimes. She was, stupidly generous.

"Fuck who leaves a villain in their house?" He exclaimed to himself, wondering if this is some sick reverse psychology to behave.

"Does she know how easy it'd be to steal this shit?!" He said, grabbing a large scented candle from the table. Upon realizing this doesn't hold much value he set it back down.

"Fucking Christ she leaves me in her house and doesn't expect me to take some shit or burn it down." He muttered to himself before heading upstairs to her room. He grabbed the jewelry box, looking for anything of value before escaping. He frowned as he saw her few luxuries were cheap and fake. Her pearls were plastic, her diamonds were fake, even her perfumes were off brand. He place the jewelry box back in its place before taking a step back to fully take a look of the room.

The room, was made on a budget. The dresser looked old, probably thrifted. The bed frame looks old too. Her only things of value are probably her kitchen utensils. This girl was either broke or used to be being broke.

He sighed, more tired than frustrated. He couldn't even steal from her to leave a sting. He headed back downstairs, at least to leave so he won't have to see the cops.

That's why I put my job in jeopardy!

"Fuck." If he left and the cops don't see him, she could lose her job. All because she put her faith on a villain. Well not a villain, just Dabi.

He fought internally with himself, debating if he should run or stay so she can at least keep her job. And if he runs he's not guaranteed a safe place for the night. Damn it.

So, he did the one thing he could do.

He saw the sinks still full of dishes "soaking", the floor hadn't been cleaned in probably a week, and for fucks sake the towels have been in the dryer since he's been there.

So he stress cleaned. He grimaced as he washed the dishes, clumping them together on the counter before drying and putting them away. Then he grabbed the broom and swept around the first floor, grumbling to himself about her careless acts. She can wash his shirt and even get the damn stains out of it but she can't even wash her own towels and put them away. She can feed him fresh breakfast but never packs a lunch for herself. And she put her stupid job on the line for someone she barely met!