Ordinary - (Dabi x OC)

New Days

Violet POV: - almost six years later -

"And in thisss container, I baked you some boneless chocolate chip cookies-boneless, meaning without chocolate chips because I know chocolate in chip form makes you 'sour,' or whatever that means in your negative attitude!"

I hummed happily to myself as I continued to unpack the dainty care package I made Touya, watching him smirk in amusement and lean back in his uncomfortable plastic chair.

"Oh! And in here, I've packed you some crossword puzzles to keep the ol' mind busy, because I read a scientific study that said prisoners underwork their literary mind while carrying out their sentence. Would you believe it!?" I gasped, causing him to roll his eyes lightly.

"Never woulda guessed that one. I'm like fucking Shakespeare in here."

"And, lastly, I packed you this face mask with lidocaine in it. The packaging said it's supposed to be really soothing for serious burn victims."

Touya hummed as he watched me unveil all the items I bought for him, crossing his arms and quirking a light brow.

"Mhm. Grape, you know they won't let any of that crap in here, right?" He snickered a bit, causing my shoulders to slump.

The harsh reminder of the cold, concrete walls around us and flickering lightbulbs brought me out of my delusions, coming face to face with Touya's last name still stamped on the collar of his orange jumpsuit.

"I knowww. But, I just wanted to bring you something. You know how much gift giving is my love language." I grumbled, tossing the little package of rock hard cookies towards him.

He slowly sat up straight in his chair-handcuffs jangling loudly around his wrists-and leaned forward to take them, coming as close to the cookies as possible before the typical glass barrier stopped his hand from doing so.

Tensing his jaw in subtle frustration, he pressed the flat of his palm against the glass panel that separated us for the last six years, curling the tips of his fingers slightly like he wished to break it.

"Bet those cookies smell like shit since you made 'em." He smirked, causing me to wave him away.

I'd lightly hit his shoulder if I could, but I couldn't. I haven't touched Touya for six years. But, it didn't change the fact that Tuesdays have become my favorite day of the week.

That particular day was one I used to dread so much, but now, I can hardly sleep Monday night, counting down the seconds until this very moment.

I've never missed visiting hours at Musutafu Correctional Facility for the last six years. One month after Touya had adjusted to prison life, they gave him the privilege of visiting hours-a fragile privilege he could lose in the blink of an eye if he acted up even a little.

Knowing the consequences that we might not get this precious visiting hour if he threw a tantrum in jail, Touya was good, never missing a single Tuesday!-well, except one, when he got into a fight at lunchtime a few years ago-okayyyy, maybe two when he stabbed some guy in the eye with a jello spoon-alrighttt, maybe three when he-look, he's not perfect!

But, overall, he made good on his promise to be good. He hadn't added any extra years to his sentence-or months-or even days. He's served his time, and he's done it well.

And I felt every minute of the time apart. I know he did, too. I could see it in his tired eyes and his impatient muscles. He was like a caged animal, jonesing to get out of here and start his life. Our life.

Giving him a pitiful smile, I pressed my hand to the glass with him until our palms were aligned, able to barely feel the warmth that radiated from his skin. It's torture, knowing he's so close within my reach, yet never getting to feel him-