Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter Eighty-Three: Asteroid Belt

Miya avoided everyone. She went straight up to her room and stayed there for the night. When the others called, she gave them a dumb excuse as to why she couldn't come and talk to them about the Russian files and all the things the League just discovered about her. When Toga came knocking on her door, Miya pretended she wasn't there until she went away.

She doesn't know how she was ever going to confront them ever again. One part of her felt embarrassed about all of it, another part told her she should flaunt it. The first part won. Miya laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling in the dark for hours maybe. During that time, she showered and painted her nails black again. She stayed silent when Dabi finally came back in kicking off his boots and throwing off his coat and he closed the bathroom door without acknowledging Miya. Not even laying naked in her underwear got his attention.

She sat up looking at the bathroom door wondering what new information he's just discovered about her. Great. She sighed. He hates me. She looked at his coat left on the floor and then to the bathroom door; getting a frisky idea. Miya picks up the long coat by the collar between her fingers and she turns it in the air. She slides her arms into the sleeves and laughs at herself when the large coat hangs over her body awkwardly and drapes to the floor.

She picks up the collar and smells it. "Urgh!" It smelt terrible, like bad B.O and lingering smoke. "That son of a bitch." she smelt the coat again. There was an underlying smell she was all too familiar with. She checked the pocket finding one last joint left. Her shoulders slumped together. "Are you fucking kidding me!" she whispered at the door Dabi was behind. She jumped in the air like a tantrum throwing child with the stick in her hand.

Miya stopped. Took in a long breath. She seated herself on the bed, fixing the coat around herself. She waits. Turning the blunt over in one hand, and in the other she gripped something else. It isn't until a minute goes by that the door opens and the white light floods the bedroom. Dabi stops. His shadow cast over Miya and she smiled mischievously at him. His transcending blue eyes run over every inch of her body presented for him. And in his cloak no less. The way she was laid out was an instant turn on.

Breath escaped his nose. "What are you doing?" he growled, deeply.

Her smile grew wider. "Apparently it's the only way to get your attention." Miya sits up in her elbows. She brings her legs in just to cover her panties. She sees his jaw wind tight. "And you're in so much fucking trouble."

He lifts an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" he sounded amused.

"What this?" she shows the joint resting between two fingers.

Dabi rubs the back of his neck. "Of course you'd find out." he took a slow step forward. "Can't keep a fucking secret from a woman." His low-lidded eyes are set on her, predator to prey.

"I'm more hurt that you've been smoking without me."

"It's only alone time I get away from you." he takes another step towards the bed. "Compress and I find time because he's the only one around here with any fucking sense."

Miya sucks in a breath. "Shall I call your boyfriend in here too?" she teased. "I won't mind~"

He shakes his head, a few feet away from her now. "No. I want you all to myself." Miya's foot pressed to his stomach stopping him at an arms length.

"You JUST said, smoking is the only alone time you get. How fucking sad."

Dabi slowly runs a hand up her scarred leg and over her small foot. His fingers feeling every little bump and ugly scar littering her body. He hooks his arm on the underside of her leg and places it over his shoulder. He dives down fully intending to devour Miya, when he was met with a cold blade to his throat. He freezes. Inches from her face.