Butterflies Dabi x OC

22. My birthday🔥

Dabi's POV:

"You have got to be kidding me..." I let out with a sigh, looking up at the phone I was holding. My hand reached up to my head, running my fingers through my hair, attempting to ease my stressed mind. I was laid on my back, in my room, which was at the hideout.

Her phone had a password to it, which was 4 digits. Last time I opened her phone, I used her Face ID while she was unconscious, so I had no clue any password was needed. I tried to think of what her passcode might be.

Well what do people normally put as their damn password?

I put down Brooklyn's phone, and picked up mine. Searching up "what do people normally use as a phone password". The results of my question took a good minute to load due to this shit wifi.

Google:

Most common phone password ideas! :
-A lucky number/code
-A birthday
-A special date
-A phrase/word converted into numbers
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I sigh at the responses. For all I know her password could be 1234.

What is it that your even looking for on her phone?

My own thoughts remind me of why I didn't just simply give her phone back. I'm trying to run her out of here, remember? Tear her life apart bit by bit while she's in my way. Once she's out of my life again, she can scram and do whatever she wants for all I care.

I'm just trying to unlock her phone so I have more information against her when I tell Shigaraki about how much of a traitor she is.

I feel a sinister grin grow on my dry lips, running my tongue over them quickly to soften them as thoughts of my dream consume me. I just need her out of here so I can go through with my plans..

"Fuck it." I say dryly as I roll my eyes, still looking at the locker screen. How stupid, my phone doesn't even have a passcode because I'm not dumb enough to drop it. Idiot drunky.

My hands bored-ly put in what I knew to be her birthday.

Error

I curse under my breath, while my fingers numbly fell on the numbers that I knew to be Hawk's birthday. Maybe it was a little petty of me, but do they not seem to be close? I mean— close enough to swap body fluids, right?

Error
(2 more tries)

My eyes zero at the "2 more tries" bullshit. I run my scarred hand through my hair, once again easing my frustration.

Oh cmon, it can't be that complicated. What is important to her? Something only she'd know and only she'd value.

What's important to her? Ha, funny. Like I'd know that after not talking to her for 10 years.

Well then...what was important to her?

On the outside I looked emotionless and stiff, staring into a phone too small for my hands. But really, I was racking my brain for information. Digging deep into the memories of 10 years ago.

~Flash back~
(13 years ago)

"Happy birthday Touya!" A soft voice said hugging me from behind, putting more than half of her body weight onto mine.