the Pandemonium of my Ethos

Bubbles (Dabi)

Serenity

/sɪˈrɛnɪti/

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noun

the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled.

"an oasis of serenity amidst the bustling city"

【Ｆｒｉｄａｙ，　１２ｔｈ　ｏｆ　Ｄｅｃｅｍｂｅｒ，　１１：２９】

Peace, quiet and relaxation wasn't something I was really used to. being CEO of one of the top hero agencies in Japan wasn't exactly an 'easy' job, you'd think retiring from hero work would get me of the hook from all that hogwash?

NOPE.

I set up a Christmas holiday for my employee's as a sort of reward for all their hard work. the vacation begins from 12th of December to 12th of January. but for some reason!? I had some extra s%$# that I didn't get to finish beCAUSE I HAD SOME OTHER S#%$ THAT I HAD TO DO BECAUSE APPARANTLY S@*% HAS RANKING LEVELS OF IMPORTANCE NOW!!!

Sorry... I think Katsuki is rubbing off on me...

Took me 7.

WHOLE.

DAYS. to finish...

Despite all that rubbish, I couldn't deny the unbearable hunger of going home, taking a nice and warm bubble bath and collapsing onto my irresistibly fluffy bed.

And something else aswell...

gripping the steering wheel in an effortless attempt at keeping myself conscious was highly pitiful, like 100 pound weights were being attached to my eyelids.

The once cold leather seat I stationed with my body temperature was now at a comfortable heat, making my system shut down as the sparse appearances of the light posts in the deep night felt more like a night light in a dark room.

It took every single fibre of my will to feign the ever appealing idea of sleep at bay, but all was in vain when I decide it would be a good Idea to just, y'know... close my eyes, in the middle of the main road.

I swear I'm smarter than this...

With my eyes closed and grip loosening from the steering wheel, I felt... tranquil. like the oncoming sound of car beeping didn't eve-

OH S*&%!!! A CAR!!!

A force of Detroit smash must've possesed me as I swung the steering wheel so far to the right that I thought I almost broke it. the lingering sound of raging yet fearful beeps of the-was going to be destroyed- motor vehicle fueled my self humiliation.

I proceeded to slap my self with the same Detroit smash force that possesed me earlier. my cheek was burning and aching as my brain was trying despretaly to halt my hand from punishing myself but my shame wasn't having NADA!

After my short period of punishment, I focused my attention back onto the road. taking the necessary turn and routes with memories of coming back home after a long day of paperwork and villians.

It seemed like all that smacking was actually useful...

Feeling the doe of drownziness coming back for more, my heart lit up with relief as the ever familiar sight of my apartment complex came into view as the parking lot sign was my home stretch.

After 30 MINUTES of searching for parking I was forced to take claim a few blocks over the apartment. but, it was better than nothing.

【２０　ｍｉｎｕｔｅｓ　ｏｆ　ｔｒｅａｃｈｅｒｏｕｓ　ｔｒｅｋｋｉｎｇ　ｌａｔｅｒ，　１２：０３】