Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

The Birth of a Monster

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains all trigger warnings from the last chapter, along with gore and implied sexual assault (but not described in heavy detail. Just a few sentences).

I tried to write only the absolute necessary parts of the trigger warnings. Please read these chapters at your own discretion and take care of your mental health.

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Takuto (Midas) POV:

- thirty-three years ago continued -

My entire life changed when I accepted Mr. Charles' offer.

As he promised, our piano lessons began in the comfort and security of his home instead of his large classes at the orchestra hall.

The house rested on the outskirts of Musutafu in a quiet neighborhood. It was very small, but not for lack of funds. His house was decorated like a castle inside, with all the furniture embroidered intricately, and gold accents lining the walls.

It was the first house I'd ever been allowed in besides my own, and it was more amazing than I ever could have imagined. It didn't smell like rotten food or liquor, and none of his chairs had duct tape on them. There weren't any rats, or any I.V needles Hanako might accidentally poke her heel on.

His home was clean. So incredibly clean.

His lifestyle was breathtaking and unlike anything I'd ever seen before. And, immediately, my simple dreams in life expanded. Immediately, I wanted more for myself and for Hanako.

I wanted to live in something like this of my own.

The house was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Mr. Charles had this wall clock I couldn't ever forget. It ticked steadily all day, and it was the first time I felt grounded in reality. No matter what happened, the clock continued to tick, and time stayed consistent.

He told me he lived alone, and judging from all his money and smiles, I assumed he was happy.

Regardless, I felt extremely out of place at his home during the first few visits. I took secret lessons from the man twice a week for three years, but I never thought things would progress past that. It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, I was in his home. It was a big adjustment period.

Doubt still had me worrying when he'd turn on me and claim me to have stolen one of his gilded pillows, or antique teacups sitting in the oak display near his front door.

But, he never did.

He even turned his back to me when he showed me around the place, demonstrating just how much he trusted the intentions of a poor boy to be good.

But, Mr. Charles should be careful. You can't trust anyone in this world, didn't he know that? For all he knows, I could have been a murderer who wanted to rob him. I guess it's a good thing for his sake that I wasn't.

When I sat at his cushiony white piano bench for the first time, the dirt from my pants tarnished the silk and I panicked, wondering if he'd strike me across the face like others have when I accidentally got my filth on them.

But, he never did that either.

Quite the contrary-he was the one to say he was sorry-him.

"Goodness, where are my manners? Takuto, I apologize! I was so excited to get your piano lesson started, I didn't think about much else. Let's get you washed up, of course!" He chuckled, having no problem taking my dirty wrist in his grip before gently ushering me off the piano bench.