Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

New Blooms

LET THE FLUFF AND HEALING COMMENCE! You guys have waited a long time for this. Please dont forget to vote and comment!

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Violet POV:

Home...

This certainly wasn't the place I imagined when Touya said the word.

"BLEGH!!!"

The alley Touya and I were in was pitch black and smelled like...well, you don't wanna know. The sound of something mysterious dripped in the corner and the scuttle of rats ticked along the concrete.

My stomach continued to lurch as I puked up all the remaining contents in my stomach, hunching further into the garbage piles to ensure the disgusting mess wouldn't get all over me.

This is probably TMI, but the upchuck glowed brightly-the same color as Midas jewels, leaving me to believe I probably wasn't throwing up food as much as my body was finally detoxifying itself from the remaining jewels in my system.

The color returned to my vision. The hallucinations were gone. And every spew of nasty restored clarity to my head.

I felt my hair being pulled back every few moments as I dry heaved, with Touya recollecting whatever strands tried to sneak into my face.

"Damn. Looks like you scarfed down an entire gallon of glitter." He commented laxly, causing me to let out a throaty groan of embarrassment.

"Eugh-don't look at it..." I coughed breathlessly, violently retching and falling onto my hands.

I puked again and this time the glitter began to fade, bringing another bout of clarity to my head.

Touya and I managed to escape Midas' mansion, not necessarily unscathed, but alive nonetheless. We'd only been running for about fifteen minutes before I began to feel extremely sick.

With his wounded leg-and, frankly, his entire body injured, he probably needed the break, too.

But, it's the middle of the night and cold. Touya and I are clearly exhausted, injured, and needing a place to sleep for the night.

And, as stupid as this might be, I...I suddenly find myself nervous. Nervous and self conscious, because he's not Dabi. He's Touya. And, even though I've known that for over a week now, I haven't really had the time to process it until now.

I feel like I'm a teenager again-an awkward, stupid teenage girl looking at her first crush.

....and here he is, watching me puke.

This definitely isn't the fairytale ending I was imagining.

The knowledge made me completely embarrassed, grimacing at the disgusting mess underneath me as I tried to push him away.

"Can you just....I-I'll be done in a minute." I stumbled self consciously, weakly gesturing to the corner of the alley. "You can go wait over there if it grosses you out."

"Please. Those damn Skechers you wear everyday gross me out more than this." He murmured teasingly, getting my hair in a tighter makeshift ponytail as I began to gag again.

Out of sheer humiliation, I tried to hold in my next puke session, unintentionally blurting out my thoughts.

"It's...it's just...embarrassing-" My words cut off as my stomach lurched uncontrollably, shuddering in shame.

I look pathetic. No one ever wants to look so pathetic in front of their crush.

God. Crush? I'm twenty-three. I....jeez. This really does feel like we've gone back in time.