Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Fifty - Two: Red Giant

7:24am.

Miya wills herself to sit up in her bed. The frame creaks as she leans froward on herself putting her face into her hands willing herself to wake up. But the annoying little buzz in her ear said otherwise. She manages to pinch open her left eye and she leans across the bed to the place her phone was buzzing. Her fingers dance along the floor in the dark grazing for the device.

Her fingers feel it's familiar shape and she lifts it up to her face. The screen brightens and Miya is blinded. She hides her face back into the sheets and she rolls over, brining her phone with her, and she blinks her eyes open. She tries to look at her phone again. 7:30am. How fucking annoying. And she was planning on sleeping in today.

There is movement to the right of Miya and she looks over to Toga as she shifts in her bed and rolls over to face the wall. Miya looked at her phone again internally rolling her eyes. Overhaul was asking to see her at this time of the morning.

She fucks him once and now he is like - obsessed with her or something. So she thinks.

She replies; she'll be there soon. And she turns the screen off welcoming the darkness again. Miya sits up again and pulls her legs out from under the warm sheets and her feet touches the ground. She groans as she stands and stumbles for the bathroom door.

Her feet are freezing cold when they touch the tiles and she skips onto the matt to find sanctuary. Miya closes the door before switching on the light to allow Toga more time to sleep. But she can barely open her own eyes from how bright the light is. So she fumbles around feeling for things.

Miya flushes the toilet; brushes her teeth vigorously and dresses herself. She exits the bathroom and slips past a sleeping Toga. What a poor little girl, she thinks sometimes. A complete and crazy little girl mixed up in a huge mess. She really feels sorry for Toga sometimes. Miya gently closes the door as to not let her wake up knowing she needed sleep. Being a criminal comes with minimal sleeping-in hours. It was a terrible rate really.

As Miya turns away from the door, a white mask is looking at her. She yelps jumping a few inches back. Dark Matter spits around Miya. "What the hell!" she curses Chrono. "Don't you have something better to do." She runs hands through her hair, letting out a breath. "I said I would find my own way."

"We can't trust you." She can't see what he was thinking behind that plague mask. "Interesting." he said, softly. "Follow me." and Chrono turns in the other direction.

"Jeez?" Miya follows him anyway. "Were you waiting for me?" she questioned. "How long were you standing there?"

Chrono keeps walking. "You talk too much."

"I've been told."

"It's too early for this right now."

"You're telling me?" Miya crossed her arms, blindly following Chrono. "I'm not the one who wanted to wake up this damn early. Crime never sleeps." she quoted. "What the hell are you even doing up this fucking early? I want to sleep. And why the hell do you need me right now?"

"Being underground you can't tell if it's night or day sometimes. So it doesn't bother us." explained Chrono. "You get used to it eventually."

Miya scoffed. "So why do you need me?" she asked a second time.

They were silent as they passed a man carrying what seemed to be folds of fabric. Awkwardly silent; as they passed.

"Overhaul wanted to talk."

"Oh?" Miya chirped. "About what?" her head tilts to the side looking at the back of his head in curiosity. She could almost flick her hand and send Dark Matter through his head splattering his insides all over that wall - oh, no - she can't do that. Yet. Shigaraki made that part very clear to her before she departed for her stay with the Yakuza.