Troublemakers | Dabi x reader x Hawks

Chapter 3 - You're Not So Bad

'WAKE UP, MOTHAFUCKA!'

All you wanted to do was sleep. You finished your dumb homework from your dumb teacher - whose shadow spent a good 10 minutes yelling at her 'Your husband is cheating on you' - and her dumb tests and dumb math questions. It was getting late, and you knew you should've slept and woke up at a reasonable time, but you just couldn't. You were about to close your lights, when you saw your sketchbook with an unfinished drawing of the tree in your backyard, and knew that you would stay awake, just thinking about it, the pages demanding to be filled.

Grabbing a pencil, you added the missing branches, then thought about how good it would look if you colored it, then decided that this drawing wasn't good enough, and ripped the page out of your notebook, only to restart again. By the time you'd finally gotten a drawing you were satisfied with, your alarm clock indicated that it was 1 in the morning. Too bad. It was worth it.

No it was not.

You woke up more grouchy and annoyed than usual, which is saying a lot.

"Shut up"

'Aw, are you not happy about me waking you up early on a weekend?'

"I-" you turned to your side and saw that, indeed, it was marked 'Saturday' on your calendar. "I'm going back to sleep."

'Tsk. We both know you aren't. Naps don't last long enough for you to actually get some rest'

"Stop talking and go fuck yourself, please and thank you"

'Is that your response to everything?' X snickered

"Yes. Now. Let. Me. Be."

'But annoying you is sooo much fun!'

"Annoying? I think you mean tormenting? Let me guess; do you have some shit to throw at me?"

'You assume the worst of me'

"Murphy's law applies to you. Every. Single. Time."

'Mmmmn caught red-handed. I was going to mention that Touya guy from yesterday'

"There you go. Say what you gotta say, then leave me be"

Before X had time to tease, harass or flat-out torture you mentally by abusing your fears, you heard a familiar ringtone. Was that your phone? Who would be calling you on a Saturday morning? Scratch that - who you be calling you at all? Dragging your feet against the crumbled bedsheets, throwing your cover to the ground and letting the cold floor wake you up properly, you reached your hand around clumsily to answer the damn thing.

"..." One thing you made a habit of doing was to never answer the phone with your own voice. If you say "Good morning" in a fancy tone, and it's a friend (let's just assume you have friends, okay?), it'll be weird, and if you answer "'sup, bro?" to an adult calling you for professional reasons, you were screwed. So, instead, you just don't say anything, waiting for whomever was calling you to say something.

After some more silence, you heard a voice. "Hello? Is (l/n) (y/n) there?"

Is that... that's Touya. At least, you think it is. "No, she isn't. She's currently occupied with urgent business that may or may not involve intense sleeping and overall laziness"

"Wow, you're so funny" you could practically hear his eyes roll. "Did you break into my house to give me your number?"

"I cannot physically bring myself to answer that question non-sarcastically"