Top pic of Violet, Dabi, & Akio made by kariumi443 <3 (if you look closely at the pic, you'll see Akio labeled their names hehe).

Violet POV:

"Alright, Dabi. Pick your poison." I grinned with anticipation, walking backwards to face him as we strolled down the busy fairgrounds.

Seeming to loosen up more as the day went on, the stitched man didn't hesitate this time when he shot me a smirk, keeping his hands shoved in his broody pockets as he followed my chipper trail.

Heh. I'm gonna make him have fun today. I just know it.

"Oh? Poison? Now you're speaking my language, little sapphire." He snickered lightly, looking at me deviously from underneath the hood of his black sweatshirt.

I rolled my eyes lightly and stopped my walk backwards, immediately sauntering back his way with excitement.

He didn't protest when I lightly grabbed onto his arms, allowing me to pull them out of his pockets and use them to gently drag him forward.

"That's not the poison I'm talking about, Dabi!" I laughed heartily, slowing my pace a bit so we could walk side by side now. "I meannn, pick an activity to do. They don't call it a fair for nothing!"

"That doesn't even make sense, moron." Dabi nagged dismissively, scrunching his nose up in stubborn disdain as we walked.

I pressed my lips together knowingly at his words, unable to stop the small smirk from forming on my lips as I spoke with a bit of tease now.

"Well, technically'" I started off, causing the broody man to groan.

"Oh, fuck. Here she goes again-"

"The actual definition of an amusement park fair is called a funfair. Sooo, that, indeed, does make it fun." I informed humorously, scooting up closer to Dabi as I fell into a small laugh.

"Congratulations. I could have gone my whole fucking life without knowing that." He praised sarcastically, causing me to grin in amusement.

And as annoyed as Dabi seemed with me in this moment, he let me scoot up next to him.

God, it's almost ironic, you know-what the minuscule action of his touch did to me. It's ironic because I've already slept with this man. Sure, not a crazy amount of times, but enough to take away those touch starved, first crush jitters I'd become so used to when it came to him.

Or, at least I thought they'd been taken away. Clearly, I've been proved wrong. Hell, I'm proved wrong time and time again, every time we touch.

Especially right now, with the way Dabi's shoulder is brushing against mine. It's always the simple actions from him that affect me the most. This man had his hands all over my body less than two hours ago, and I was fine. But, being close to him...melting my side against his own as we walked through the crowds of people...it made my stomach flip with innocent delight. Getting to feel his warmth from underneath the soft, black hoodie he wears...it gave me more butterflies and excitement than I was expecting.

And while every word inside my mind is screaming at me that this is not a real date with Dabi...

I couldn't help but want more.

He seems perfectly comfortable when I loop my arm through his. Yes, this may be because he's lazy and would rather I drag him through the crowds of people, than have to maneuver them himself...

But, our pda hasn't progressed beyond that.

And it shouldn't. Duh! You're not actually dating him, stupid! Have you already forgotten, you're just his-uhhh-screw buddy??-

And while my own internal self was apparently trying to give me a dose of reality, I ignored the voice in my head-shook it away as if it were water in my ear and acted on my own emotions...on what I wanted to do.

It's times like these that I thank Midas for unlocking some of my emotions. I wouldn't have ever done what I'm about to do before.

Still, it didn't mean I lacked nerves as I kept my distracted gaze forward-slowly-veryyy slowly starting to slide my hand down Dabi's bicep...slowly brushing past his elbow...down his wrist...

My heart pounded at the possible rejection I would face as my fingers grazed the top of Dabi's hand, swallowing harshly when I slowly saw his face turn towards mine in his peripheral vision now.

Oh, crap. He's gonna reject me, isn't he? He's gonna yank his hand away, right?

And, yet again, I pushed past my nerves as I barely grazed Dabi's hand between my own, speaking out of nervous distraction as I carefully intertwined our fingers together for the first time.

"L-Look over there, see?! There's a-a face painting booth if you wanna try that..." I uttered weakly, waiting for Dabi's limp hand to either reciprocate my hold or push me away.

He seemed pretty relaxed as he looked towards the direction of the face painting booth, scoffing humorously in dismissal as he spoke.

"Oh? Why?-so they can make you look like more of a clown?" Dabi asked rhetorically-letting his fingers comfortably curl around mine as we walked.

AHHHH!!! WHAT!! Dabi's holding my hand??? What do I do now?? My palm is gonna start sweating.

A silent, giddy smile curved on my lips as I gripped Dabi's hand a little more confidently now, feeling a warmth of growing attachment bubble throughout my entire chest as I reveled in the action.

I don't even know if Dabi notices we've progressed to holding hands. He seems like the type of person who would bring the 'fluffy' action up-and he didn't!

But, believe me when I tell you, that I can't stop noticing-feeling my brain imprint every detail of the action into my memory.

His hand is warm-as expected. His palm is actually starting to sweat a little, but I bet it's just from his quirk. The guy probably sweats all the time!

His stitches tickle my palm, sending small goosebumps of satisfaction up my skin with every brush they made against me. And while a majority of his hand was burnt, his fingers weren't. They were soft-softer than I was expecting-gentler than I was expecting, too, as they cradled my own fingers carefully. As if any more pressure would break them in half.

And you're probably gonna think I'm crazy for saying this next part...but honestly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I held Dabi's hand-somehow seeming completely satisfied with everyone at this fair knowing I was dating a damn murderer-ehhh-yeah, I know. Not datinggg. Butttt, a girl can dream, right?

I wonder what Dabi would think about that? To know I'm proud to be seen with him. To know I'm not ashamed or embarrassed when you consider the person he is.

I'm sure he wouldn't care. He doesn't care about anything, remember?

But, once again, a girl can dream.

A hum of content reverberated in my throat as Dabi and I walked through the fairgrounds. I'm falling. I'm only falling deeper for him everyday. And I'm starting to believe that I'll keep falling for him until I can't go back. Until I'm drowning.

Dabi POV:

And I'm drowning. God, I am fucking drowning in her presence, so damn pathetically.

Take a picture, Touya. It'll last longer, you stupid, fucking simp.

Close your damn mouth, Touya. Don't you know it'll catch flies with an ugly jaw that's dropped open so wide?

Yeah, well it's not my fault. Did I ask Grape to leave the house today, looking like walking sex on a stick?No. But, she fucking did it, anyway.

Not like that's any different from the other days. And, no, I'll never admit that her stupid cat meme shirt gets me going.

But, damn if it doesn't feel especially intentional today. Damn if it doesn't feel like she's fucking taunting me. With her head thrown back towards the sky, and a smile that's way too bright.

Her teeth were already white, and now...at this moment, they practically glow-lighting up that ugly dark spot inside my chest as if my conscience finally paid the damn electricity bill up in there.

Heh. Me, paying bills? Call that a fantasy, in itself!

Or, how about the way her hair's catching in the breeze, blowing back lightly to give me that perfect view of her features. Features she was blabbing about this morning, daring to call them 'average.'

And don't even get me started on that fucking dress...

Jesus, I don't know how my dick has managed to stay silent throughout this shitty day so far. Then again, a fair seems like a pretty good way to kill a boner. Seeing some grown ass men gag on three fucking wieners at once is a great way to ruin any mood-actually, I'm sure Roach Boy, Akio, would say differently.

But, fuck, even if my body is staying quiet...my eyes sure aren't.

One minute, you think you're blind as a bat. Then your eyes go to that damn ass and suddenly you're vision's 20/20! Heh, what prescription is that?

How can I not notice though? Those damn dresses she wears-those stupid, little dresses have been on my mind since I was old enough to notice.

She's filled out a little in these past few months, making the dress even shorter than it's meant to be.

I knew I was onto something, letting her have my leftovers these past months. Hah.

Oh? What? You think I'm gonna complain that her ass got bigger? The only thing I'm complaining about is that I can't rip the fucking dress off right now. Actually, that's not the only thing I'm complaining about. But, her ass can be the solution to most of my problems.

With every step she takes, with every small gust of wind that brushes by us, the ends of her dress sway up. If I'm lucky enough, I'll be able to catch the small curve of her butt cheek. If I'm really lucky, I'll be able to see those cute, little, black panties peeking out to mock me.

God. It makes my stomach flip. It's pathetic. Making me feel like a bastard teenager with a first crush. She's always made my stomach do that. Something no one else has been able to do.

Before, I always used to think it was just pent up attraction. We had never fucked, and I was probably just being a touch starved little shit about it, right?

Wrong!

Cause, in case you're a fucking dunce with no brain, then surprise, moron! You should realize by now that we have slept together. And guess what? I still feel like this and it's disgusting. My stomach still does weird shit around her. Maybe I have irritable bowel or something. I don't fucking know.

But, that feeling is part of what makes me know I'm drowning in my shitty feels. Because I've already fucked her. I've already seen her naked and touched her everywhere, yet the mere sight of her is enough to make me lose it.

When she looks at me, her eyes reach my soul. When she grabs my arm, or laughs at something I said, I forget every moment of suffering that brought me here.

What am I here for? Why am I still even alive? I used to know that answer like the back of my hand. I'd say it automatic...before my brain even registered I was speaking.

I am here for the sole purpose of revenge. The sole purpose of hatred.

Or...I was...

Or...

Was I ever?

Why, Touya? Why did you really force yourself to survive that day? Why did you hang on for so long?

And as I look at Violet now, I can't tell you why. It's not that I don't know-it's not that I'm not realizing it, because I am. It's that, admitting it to myself will admit that everything I've said up to this point...to me, to everyone...was a lie.

It will mean that 'Dabi' never even existed. Because his purpose was never the real one.

And, as much as that will bring me some adorable self awareness, it will also be the thing to kill me. It will be the thing to open up old wounds and drown in something else-hysteria.

I'm in pain. I'm suffering. No matter what I do.

And, for once, I don't want to fucking think about it right now. Even if I know I will be the death of myself sometime in the future, this is the first time in twenty-three years that I don't want to dwell on how much pain and grief I'm consumed with.

Because Violet Sasaki is too damn pretty for this world. And that's the only thing I wanna fucking think about right now.

I didn't even realize she'd been talking this whole time, no doubt blabbing herself to death about shit I really don't care about.

Doesn't mean I won't listen to her blab all day. I did say I like to suffer, didn't I? Hah.

It was when she finally stopped talking about the stupid fair and turned my way, that my stomach flipped again.

Fucking idiot, now she really caught you gawking at her like a touch starved jackass.

And, yet I didn't care.

I simply continued to drown in her gaze, with nothing but her intoxicating presence as my lifeline. Her eyes were a warmer shade as the reflection of the sun rested inside them, looking into mine much too deeply as she gave my hand a squeeze in hers.

It shouldn't feel this good to have her fingers wrapped in mine-to feel her palm slightly warming from her own nerves and her thumb caressing my ugly, stitched skin.

Suddenly, it's like I'm sixteen again-feeling the effects of what it was like to hold hands with my first crush all over again.

And while time has changed, that damn crush hasn't.

If anything, it's gotten stronger since then, only taunting me with the memories and the reminder I've tried so hard to forget over time, and always failed at doing so.

The reminder of how damn good it feels to actually be wanted by someone.

Nah...

The reminder of how good it feels...to still be wanted by her.

Violet POV:

I know it's obvious I like him. And I know he doesn't care.

Hell, I'm sure the only thing he's been thinking about these past few minutes, is what excuse he can use to get out of this fake date! But, I've never been one to back down from a challenge so easily.

....okay, scratch that. I am definitely one to back down from a challenge very easily. But, lately, I've been a little more of a go-getter. I'm feeling like one today, determined to win this bet with Dabi and make him admit that he had a good time.

I don't know why it's so important to me that he does. Especially, because this day technically doesn't mean anything to either of us.

Well, it's not supposed to, anyways..

And, yet, here I am...having the time of my life as Dabi and I walk through the fairgrounds, hand in hand, letting myself believe the perfect illusion we've created a little too easily as I spoke.

"How about the fortune teller?" I suggested lazily, melting my shoulder against his as we walked by another fair booth.

He hummed in bored acknowledgement to my suggestion, scoffing dismissively as he strolled right past the station.

"What? So she can tell me my life is shit? Fucking pass." He uttered dryly, causing me to laugh softly before another booth caught my eye.

"Hmmm. Darts?" I followed up curiously, gesturing to the couple in the corner throwing darts at the board.

A slight devious smirk curled on Dabi's face at the sight, already eyeing the sharp objects with his own ideas.

"It's adorable that you trust me that much, little sapphire." He snickered, subtly starting to veer towards the darts before I quickly yanked him back on track.

"Fair point-moving on!" I laughed, giving our intertwined hands another squeeze as we kept walking.

Dabi rolled his eyes lightly at my discipline, using his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette.

"Smart girl."

"Well, hmmm. What do you like to do for fun? Besides ruin your lungs, your body, and your mental state." I asked curiously, trying to find an activity that could truly cater to Dabi's interests.

It's a fair question, honestly. Every time I've seen Dabi for the past countless months, he looks pissed. Resting bitch face, I suppose.

He kept his bored, half lidded gaze forward as he brought the cigarette to his lips, taking it between his teeth with a smug smirk.

"Kill people who irritate me. Surprised you're still alive." He said bluntly, knowing I'd find the answer annoying and unproductive.

And he was right!

Or, at least he was half right as I noticed the next fair booth in the distance-gasping in delight at the sight.

Ohhhh. No way! He's gonna love that!

"Come on," I grinned with anticipation, dragging Dabi towards the booth with excitement. "I've got a great idea."

"Says the girl who's idea of a fun time is going grocery shopping" Dabi muttered stubbornly, barely moving his feet as I pulled him forward.

****

"Throw a pie in the face of your favorite hero! Only a thousand yen to participate!" The vendor exclaimed emphatically as Dabi and I approached the booth.

"Ta-da!" I said, gesturing to the array of messy pies within our reach. "Well, what do you think??"

The stitched man raised his brows with lazy question at the idea, slowly turning to look at the no-name hero in the pie-throwing-seat with dissatisfaction.

"Oi. A thousand yen to throw a stupid pie at that balding fuck? What a rip-off. At least gimme someone decent. The geezer's probably too blind to even see it coming." Dabi retorted obnoxiously, crossing his arms stubbornly now with refusal to participate.

"Hey! Who you calling a geezer, punk?! I'm only in my thirties-the balding's just genetic!" The hero yelled out from the pie chair, earning a slight, hoodrat snicker from Dabi as he sensed he irritated him.

I smiled with anticipation as I quickly turned my attention to Dabi, unable to stop myself from legitimately beaming as I explained my idea to him in better detail.

"This is the perfect game for you, Dabi! Your version of fun involves destruction, murder, and terrorizing people. Especially, heroes. And, what better way than to do it by throwing a pie in their face??" I exclaimed, placing my hand on his shoulder with encouragement.

"And!" The vendor jumped in, causing Dabi and I to turn to him in question. "All the money from the pie contest goes to a children's charity!"

Dabi narrowed his eyes at the enthusiastic vendor, slowly walking towards him like a broody cloud.

"Oh?" Dabi said sarcastically, tilting his head mockingly. "Well, that changes everything."

"Really?" The vendor asked brightly, causing me to face palm knowingly.

"No. Fuck the kids." Dabi followed up dryly, unable to make things worse as I quickly came up on his side once more.

"Come on. Just give it a try. You might surprise yourself." I encouraged patiently, earning an eye roll from Dabi as he refused to budge.

"No. It's a waste of my time." He reasoned, causing me to groan in deflating excitement.

"So are 90% of the other things you do. Come on. One pie. That's it. Please?" I asked sweetly, wiggling my arms through Dabi's before pressing my chest to his.

He looked down at me in annoyance, huffing slightly at my persistence.

"Will that make you shut up?" He asked rhetorically, causing me to grin with triumph.

"Yep!" I lied, quickly leading him towards the array of pies with excitement.

Dabi's walking pace was much slower than my own-with him practically trudging up to the pies in broody disdain.

"Fine," he uttered dryly, keeping the hood of his sweatshirt over his head as he assessed the different types of pies at his disposal. "But, I'm only doing it cause you're irritating me."

I chuckled in victory as I handed a thousand yen to the vendor, watching from the corner with pride as Dabi took the stage front and center for the first time.

I'm so excited for him!!!

"Sure you are! Nowww, nail that guy in the face with a pie, Dabi! Come on, you can do it! Wooo!" I cheered much too emphatically, awkwardly pounding my fist in the air as Dabi looked at his weaponry of pies.

And, then-the next best thing...

"Enjoy those cheers from your girlfriend while they last, buddy. Cause ya ain't gonna hit me!" The pie hero taunted Dabi from his chair, clearly just following the fun of the game as he shook his face from side to side mockingly.

And while any normal person would have probably laughed and joined in on the fun...Dabi is...different!

The stitched man stopped assessing the pies for a moment to look up at the hero, narrowing his eyes at the teasing.

"Oh?" Dabi questioned, suddenly seeming a little more into the pie throwing now. "We'll see if you're still saying that after you choke to death on this lemon meringue."

I blew an involuntary raspberry from my lips at Dabi's words, hunching over with laughter at such a weird threat.

What makes it funnier is how serious he was.

"I'd like to see you try!" The hero encouraged once more, oblivious to Dabi's murderous intent as he prepared to get pie-d.

Dabi hummed mockingly and slowly bent down to pick up the lemon meringue pie, shifting his dark, cerulean gaze back up to the hero as he prepared for the attack.

"Looks like you'll get your wish." Dabi said lowly, glaring fire into the hero as he spoke with calm threat. "Now. Die."

"Uhhh. Die?" The vendor said with unease, turning to look at me with concerned question.

I simply cheered Dabi on as he got his angry face ready, flashing the vendor a happy smile.

"Don't worry, that's just part of his thing. He threatens to kill me all the time!" I reassured, causing the man's eyes to go wide in fear.

But, I couldn't focus on that for too long as Dabi actually participated and threw the pie!!-making my smile spread wide as can be when he hit the hero straight in the face.

Yay! He did what I asked. Now, we can go-

"Hah!!!" Dabi cackled unexpectedly as the pie harshly nailed the hero in the face, eyes going feral and wide with devious excitement now. "Take that, fucker! How does defeat taste, you sick son of a bitch?!"

Am I hearing things? Or, did he just sound happy!?

"Wowwww, that skeleton man said the F word!" A kid from the sidelines said in awe, placing a hand over his mouth with scandal.

I couldn't even hide the shock on my face at the sudden twist of events, raising my brows in question as Dabi went to grab another pie without asking.

"Oh!-uhhh, alright-are youuu going again?-" I called out to him in surprise, unable to finish as Dabi chucked the chocolate cream pie with full force and nailed the hero right in the nose.

"Aghhh!! Jeez, you don't have to throw it so hard!" The hero exclaimed in shock-and slight pain from such force, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to shake it off.

"Yeah, that's right. Next time, I'll make you suffocate on your own screams. I'll make you see how powerful I am." Dabi drawled out villainously, cackling evilly as he reached for the next frilly pie in his reach.

The vendor raised his brows at Dabi with fear, slowly turning to look back at me with question once more.

I chuckled nervously as I handed him another set of money, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly as Dabi chucked the next pie with an inhuman, feral sound.

"He...doesn't get out very often." I explained to the cashier over the sound of Dabi's hoodrat screeching, already handing him more money as he reached for the next pie.

Well...at least he's in the spirit of the game! Though, to him, I'm not sure it's actually a game.

But, while it was probably not the most appropriate way to have fun, I couldn't help but find the smile on Dabi's face a little adorable, pressing my lips together in amusement as he temporarily forgot he was supposed to be having a bad time.

"How about this next one, baldy?" Dabi asked mockingly, grinning wickedly as he grabbed a pecan pie. "Let's see if I can hit you hard enough to grow hair."

I crossed my arms lightly as I watched Dabi enjoy himself-legitimately enjoy himself and actually find fun in something at the fair.

See?? I told him he'd have a good time!

Not wanting to lose the moment, an idea quickly struck my mind as I pulled out my phone and pressed record-biting down on my lip with a bit of mischief as Dabi continued acting like a jackass on camera now.

Heh. For proof that he did have fun.

And also, cause I wanna remember it.

My giggles could be heard on camera as Dabi spewed one diabolical monologue after the other, acting as if he were terrorizing the entire city with a simple pumpkin pie.

Honestly a very constructive way to get out his aggression! Maybe pie-ing his enemies can be a new outlet for him!

Dabi chuckled lowly as he nailed a countless pie in the hero's face, going to grab another before he caught me with my phone.

"Oi. And what the hell are you doing over there?" He asked me a little bit carelessly, more interested in grabbing the next pie from his arsenal.

I couldn't help but laugh again as I kept the camera going, zooming in on the stains of whipped cream and chocolate that now splotched Dabi's hands and shirt.

The blood of his enemies, I suppose.

"I'm filming you!" I smirked smugly, trailing the camera back up to his face as I continued. "Showing you what you look like when you're not acting like a broody jerk. It's nice. Refreshing. Say hi to the camera."

And while I'm sure Dabi would normally not be a fan of me doing such a 'couple' thing, he simply smirked and wiped the cream from his cheek, stalking back over to the pies with purpose.

"I'll give you something to film." He grinned wickedly, about to grab another pie to end the 'final blow' to his opponent's face.

Before...

"Hey!!" A little boy reprimanded angrily from the sidelines, glaring at Dabi hotly as he tapped his little foot. "You can't hog all the pies, mister!"

"Oh yeah? Who's gonna stop me? You and your shitty braces? Fuck off, brat." Dabi cackled, waving the kid off like a bug.

"Hey!" An older lady yelled in fury now. "Don't talk to my kid like that!"

Oh boy-

"Hah! Your kid? Surprised the fuck outta me. I didn't know old bitches like you could still pop 'em out!" Dabi grinned wickedly, letting the raspberry cream pie go up in flames within his hand as he turned his attention to the mom and her kid.

I cringed slightly as I quickly put my phone away and strolled towards Dabi now, trying to diffuse the situation as best I could.

It was nice while it lasted!

"Ah!! Sorry about that! I think we'll just be leaving now!" I apologized brightly, quickly looping my arm through Dabi's as I attempted to drag him off.

"Stay out of it, you Barbie looking bitch!" The old mother yelled, starting to stalk towards Dabi and I with fury.

"Barbie?!!" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah. If it's a makeover you want, old hag, its a makeover you'll get." Dabi drawled out villainously, letting his hand light up blue as the lady approached him.

"I mean, I've never gotten 'Barbie' before!" I said distractedly as Dabi powered up his flames. "Definitely nerd...loser...stupid...nobody-"

"You think I'm afraid of you??!!" The old lady screamed, starting to flail her arms towards Dabi with slow, wheezing hits.

"Nah. You're probably more afraid of those wrinkles on your face!" Dabi cackled, over the increasing screams that began now.

"-hmm, but yeah, I've never been called Barbie!" I continued brightly, stroking my chin in lost thought as I continued to mull over the insult-or, was it compliment?

"I think I'll take it as a compliment! Hah, I mean just give me some time to make my legs a little taller, if you know what I mean. Oof, the long legged genes were not kind to me, I tell ya. I don't know why. My mom had them, and so did my grandma-" I rambled on casually, only yanked back into the present time when a blood curdling shriek of fear rang from the side.

Oh?? Whoops!!!

I groaned in annoyance as I saw Dabi only moments away from burning the lady, and the entire fair down...allowing the loud screams to continue as I casually reached into my purse...

...Pulling out the remote control to his sorority girl ankle bracelet that I haven't used in months,

Oh, yeah! You thought I forgot about that, didnt you? Nope!

I pressed the button in the center, watching Dabi's entire body seize up before he fell to the floor in an electrocuted heap.

I watched him without pity as he rode out the small shock, going limp a few moments later and causing the chaos to die down.

Slowly, I crouched down to his height, letting out a sigh of content as I gave his back a small pat.

"Well, you're the one who always says I shouldn't underestimate you. So, I brought it with me." I justified nonchalant, waving the little remote around in my hand for emphasis.

Dabi scoffed in irritation with my point, barely moving his face to the side so he could look up at me.

"Fucking bitch." He muttered dryly, causing me to laugh and lean in closer to him.

"Please. You know you love it." I snickered suggestively, not missing the slight, knowing smirk that curled on his face from my words.

*****

I sighed in content as Dabi and I continued our stroll through the fairgrounds, focusing more on the beautiful day ahead instead of his run-in with a problematic lady.

After all, if I had a hundred yen for every problematic old lady I encountered on an every day basis, I'd be rich!

"Well, every fair is bound to have a few hiccups, right." I said nonchalantly as Dabi and I continued our stroll, hesitantly reaching for his hand once more.

Granted, these hiccups don't usually involve an almost arson and homicide attack. But, those are just details, I suppose!

"Call it what you want. The old bitch had it coming though." Dabi drawled out lazily, making my heart skip a beat when he slowly intertwined his fingers back through mine.

That's the second time we've held hands today. I thought the first time we did it, maybe he didn't notice. But, two times in a row? Surely, he must know what's happening.

And he must be okay with it...

"No one deserves to die a death by fire, Dabi." I disciplined a bit humorously, feeling as if I was speaking to a small, bratty child.

His stitched jaw tensed at my words, yet his face remained bored as he blurted out...

"And, yet, it still happens."

The words hung in the air longer than he meant them to-lingering with a haunting somberness that caused a shiver to run up my spine.

I'm not sure why. It was just another one of his passing comments. No big deal. Relax.

And, yet, I couldn't find this particular comment of Dabi's very funny or lighthearted like his others. Instead, it left a bad taste in my mouth, suddenly making me feel sick to my stomach.

I don't think he meant for it to be funny either, considering the way his eyes dulled down to blankness.

But, uncharacteristic for him, it was actually Dabi who spoke again after a few moments of silence, opting to change the subject so I'd no longer reflect on the stiff tension.

"So," he muttered, purposely giving my hand a squeeze in his own to bring me out of my thoughts.

It was clear he did the action to distract me. To let me be aware that, he does in fact, realize he's holding my hand. That can only mean he realized how much I wanted to be holding his hand.

How much I like him.

Fuck...

I guess the intention worked, because I am definitely distracted now.

Butterflies made their way up my stomach and through my chest as Dabi turned my way, stroking the rough pad of his thumb along the outside of my hand as he sensed I enjoyed it.

The motion was awkward from him, making it obvious it's not something he does very often-if ever. But, even so, he was trying to be gentle-masking the blood of his past victims with his soft touch.

"Sooo?" I followed up sweetly, turning to him with a lazy smile as I felt my endorphins returning.

I could stay like this with him forever and be happy.

"What's next on your shitty checklist, little sapphire? I know you have one." He asked smugly, causing my eyes to light up with pleasant surprise at such unexpected words coming from Dabi.

Because it's almost like he wants to continue on with the fair. He wants to see what else I have in store for him.

Maybe he's having fun??

I couldn't even hide the wide spread of the smile that flashed on my face, already trying to think of the next activity Dabi and I could do at this fair.

"Hmmm. Well, we could-" I began, unable to finish my sentence as a new voice chimed in behind us.

"Vi!!" Akio exclaimed from behind me, causing me to turn around and Dabi to scoff as he remembered the third member of our party.

I couldn't help but laugh as I caught sight of Akio, shaking my head as he no longer looked the way I left him a few minutes ago.

He had a milkshake in one hand and a stick of cotton candy in the other. A hat that said he was "NUMBER ONE,' along with some quirky, plastic light up medals around his neck to show he's already found his own success at a few of the booths.

But, what stood out to me the most was the gigantic fluffy, stuffed panda bear that was snuggled under his arm, causing me to let out a small 'awww,' as he approached Dabi and I.

"You look like a dumpster threw up on you." Dabi retorted in annoyance, voice and attitude not soft anymore as it was no longer just him and I.

The broody tsundere returns!

Seeming to be in great spirits now, Akio laughed off Dabi's insult heartily, giving a small click of his tongue as he adjusted his colorful hat.

"There's so much I could say to that, Dabs. It would just be too easy." My best friend smirked, blowing off the stitched man as he turned back to me with excitement. "And for you, my lady-One strawberry milkshake with chocolate syrup mixed in."

"Oooo, yum. Thanks!" I chirped with excitement, watching Dabi's face go sour with annoyance as I took a giant sip of the drink with delight.

"Thank him when you're on the toilet, fighting for your life. That thing looks like shit in a cup." Dabi said dryly, purposely trying to make the drink sound as unappetizing as possible.

Anddd, he's not totally wrong! But, it's too delicious to put down.

"I look at it as an opportunity to clean out my bowels deliciously!" I beamed positively, causing Dabi's nose to crunch up in pure disgust.

"Say 'bowels' whenever you wanna kill my boner." He uttered, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Girls poop, Dabi. Get over it." I smiled contently, sucking on the milkshake like nobody's business as Dabi groaned.

"And, alsooo!" Akio followed up quickly, bringing the attention back to himself.

My best friend quickly pulled out the giant stuffed panda bear from under his arm with a happy grin, definitely smacking Dabi in the face with it intentionally as he handed it to me.

"This is for you, too. I won it for you, Vi! First try and all." He said proudly, causing my eyes to widen with excitement as I took the stuffed animal from him with glee.

"Ahhh!! Really?? Awww. Thanks, Akio. He's so cute!" I laughed happily, squeezing the bear to my chest tightly with glee.

The broody cloud of Dabi loomed over the two of us with darkness once again, as he crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Blah, blah, blah, 'First try and all,' he says-like the fucker's only competition wasn't a bunch of snotty nosed little shits-then again, I bet they were all taller than you, anyways." He critiqued obnoxiously, already eyeing the adorable stuffed bear as his next victim of arson.

Akio rolled his eyes and leaned in close to Dabi, putting an arm around his shoulders as if he was gonna tell him a secret.

"You say that like you could do better-you know, you have to actually be able to see the targets you're hitting, Dabi-something I know your fried corneas can't handle. You're welcome for that, by the way." He informed, snickering victoriously when Dabi violently shoved him off in irritation.

"I've seen enough of your bullshit for a whole lifetime. I don't wanna see anymore." The stitched man drawled lazily, making me laugh softly as he didn't even deny the accusation that he was blind as a bat.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Corpse," Akio said dismissively, looking back to me with devious purpose. "Listen, I'm glad I found you, Vi. There's no line for The Neck Breaker right now. Thought you'd wanna take a few rides?"

I gasped in excitement to the revelation, immediately looking to the back of the fair at the wicked looking rollercoaster that stood high and intimidating.

"Wait, there's seriously not a line, right now?!" I exclaimed in shock, already feeling my heart beating in excited adrenaline at the anticipation. "No way-that place is always, like, packed to the brim with people! Well, come on. Let's go now, before it's too late!"

Akio cheered in agreement as he began strolling his way towards the rollercoaster, knocking Dabi in the shoulder roughly along the way.

"Never seen someone in such a damn hurry to look like a giant jackass." The stitched man retorted boredly, unintentionally letting his shoulders scrunch up with a bit of tension.

Suddenly, he seems uncomfortable, even if he won't say it.

And that's when I remembered Dabi's weird reactions to the rollercoaster this morning, forming a silent 'oh' of realization from my lips at the reminder.

That's right. Even if he didn't admit it, I think Dabi might be afraid of rollercoasters...

I let Akio walk a little ahead as I grabbed Dabi's hand in mine once more, slowly lugging the two of us towards the rollercoaster as I spoke quietly.

I don't wanna embarrass him.

"Hey," I said in a whisper, trying to ensure Akio wouldn't be able to hear us. "If the rollercoaster is too scary for you-"

I didn't even get a chance to finish that sentence as Dabi cut me off, eyes going wide in embarrassment for half a second before reverting back to his signature boredom.

.......that was so cute!-

"I commit arson and do hoodrat shit for fun and you're talking about a kiddie ride being the thing to make me shit my pants." He retorted with a scoff, causing me to purse my lips in question.

Causeee he still didn't really deny it!

"Umm. Well, yes, that's kinda what I'm saying-" I said quietly, yet Akio had already overheard the conversation, thanks to Dabi's loud voice.

And he was more than willing to stir the pot...

"And you're a hundred percent correct, Vi," the glowing man began, barely turning his head back towards us as he continued to walk. "I can practically hear him whimpering in fear-or, quaking in those broody, little shoes of his."

Dabi's half lidded blue eyes burned a hole into Akio as we walked, before his hand started to smoke in my hold.

He's getting annoyed!

"Oi. Quit saying shit that irritates me. Or, I'll turn you into that." Dabi threatened lazily, gesturing to the meat that was being roasted over a spit in the corner.

"But, don't worry," Akio said casually, ignoring Dabi's words as he continued." If he's too scared to go on it, I saw a couple of ten year olds who looked ready to take his place."

I couldn't help but press my lips together in amusement for Akio's fearless teasing, hearing Dabi let out a low grunt as we approached the rollercoaster entrance.

"Good, they can all take my fucking place. I already said I ain't gonna waste my time going on a ride that's built for snotty nosed brats." He commented, looking up at the swirly, daunting rollercoaster with disdain.

A small hum of challenge came from my mouth as I squeezed Dabi's hand, earning his irritated eyes back on me with impatient question.

"Well, technically," I started off, causing him to scoff knowingly.

"Oh, here we go-"

"This rollercoaster was built for kids aged fifteen years and up because of how hard it throws your body on the turns and dips! 'Snotty Nosed Brats,' as you said, seems as if that would cater to children ages three to nine-" I rambled on brightly, before the broody man interrupted my fun.

"Shut up. When I say 'Snotty Nosed Brat,' I mean you." He countered a bit smugly, lightening just a little as we poked fun at each other.

"Ohhhh, really?" I huffed lightly, faking annoyance as I sauntered into Dabi's hold.

"Yeah. What, did I finally hurt your feelings? Well, it's about damn time." He murmured teasingly, looking down at me with challenge.

"No, its not that. It's just..." I uttered, slowly leaning in towards Dabi's ear as I attempted to try again with the dirty talk. "Wellll, hmmm, uhhhhh-you wont be calling me a snotty nosed brat tonight, if you catch my drift!"

Dabi rolled his eyes at my failed seduction, taking his lip between his teeth as he smirked.

"Heh. With what I plan to do to you tonight, little sapphire, I beg to differ."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks at his words, giggling softly as he pulled me closer.

"Oh my godddd, seriously?" Akio groaned obnoxiously as he watched Dabi and I display a mushy amount of PDA, sassily tapping his foot as he waited at the rollercoaster entrance. "Enough. You guys can rail each other later. Right now, I need to get railed by this rollercoaster. So, Violet, are you coming, or what?"

My next actions were involuntary as I got up on my tippy toes and pecked Dabi's lips with mine. I only thought about how much of a 'couple' action that was until the moment was over-noticing how he didn't seem to mind it.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I said to Akio, turning back to Dabi unsurely.

I think he's embarrassed about his rollercoaster fear. Maybe, I'll give him an out so he can be spared by anymore teases from Akio.

"Ummm, Dabi...while I'm on the rollercoaster, can youuuu....uhhhhh....get me a hotdog?? So I can have something to absorb that alcohol when we drink later?" I asked choppily, clearly still being a pretty bad liar as Akio broke out into laughter behind me.

"Hah!!! Wow, Violet!!! You're really pulling the 'pity task' on him??? Giving The Big, Bad Villain, Dabi the chore of getting you something, so he doesn't have to face the scary rollercoaster?? Ohhhh, mannnn, wait until the heroes hear about this one. Hawks is gonna lose his fucking mind!!!" Akio cackled loudly, drawing a few eyes our way with his laughs.

Caught!!!-

"I-It wasn't a pity task!! I...I'm hungry...forrrr....sausage." I tried to justify, before Dabi's hand plopped heavily atop my head.

"It was a pity task, you idiot. You're a shit liar-and if you wanna sausage to choke on, I'll give you one." He commented obnoxiously, brushing past me to put Akio in his place.

Uh-oh. Here comes another stand off between the boneheaded jackasses.

"And, you," Dabi announced lazily, causing Akio to raise a smug brow of challenge as he looked Dabi's way. "Listen here, you lamp shade, bitch ass, disgusting, roach little shit."

"Ooo. Strong start with that threat, Dabi. A lot of adjectives. I'm surprised you know so many words." Akio patronized, crossing his arms as he patiently waited for the rest of the threat.

"I don't give two flying fucks about anything you have to say, so open your ears and hear this-I ain't afraid of some stupid, boring, little Ferris wheel-"

"Rollercoaster." I corrected Dabi briefly, pressing my lips together in silence as he continued.

"-piece of junk. I've already wasted enough of my time at this shitty place, as it is. I ain't wasting anymore, catching vomit on that thing." He justified very poorly, not selling anybody on that bad excuse.

Yep, it's official. Dabi has a fear!

"Right. Of course you won't be getting on it................Because you're scared." Akio followed up with a smirk, before pressing his lips together to hold in his laugh.

And while Dabi had his back turned to me as he spoke to Akio, I could sense the losing patience steaming off him with every passing second.

Time to diffuse...

"Uhhhhh, a-and even if you are.....nervous, Dabi, it's fine. Many people are scared of rollercoasters-" I tried to reassure, before I was cut off.

"Shut up, before I kill you." He threatened me for the countless time today, causing me to purse my lips nonchalantly.

"Wha-I was literally being nice to you." I said blandly, before Dabi continued with stubborn purpose.

"Both of you shut the hell up. I'm sick of this. I'm not going on that stupid thing and that's final."

****

"Welcome to The Neck Breaker!!!" The rollercoaster attendant exclaimed happily as Dabi, Akio, and I approached the entrance.

"This is so fucking stupid." Dabi said dryly, eyes half lidded in irritating acceptance as he found himself in this position once again.

Funny. He's actually more of a softie underneath all that stubborn exterior...

I smiled lightly as I nudged my shoulder into his own, looking up at him with a bit of amusement.

"No, it's not! I think it's cool that you're trying to face your fear-I-I mean...prove your point, Dabi. I'm glad you're gonna do it." I encouraged, causing him to scoff.

"Huh? I ain't trying to prove shit to anyone. I don't care-I'm just tired of that idiot blabbing his mouth all damn day about lies. I was hoping he'd choke on his own air by now, but here he is." He muttered, causing Akio to turn around on cue.

"Hey, maybe if you tell them you're scared, they'll let you sit with one of the big kids for support." He teased again, cracking himself up once more as he slapped his knee.

"Stupid piece of shit." Dabi said blandly, watching through half lidded eyes as Akio wheezed his way to the front of the line.

I rolled my eyes at Akio's obnoxious tendencies, dismissing them easily as I spoke.

"If it's any consolation, he's only this annoying with people he hates. Take it as a compliment. It means you must be really getting under his skin." I said loudly with a smirk, ensuring Akio heard my words properly.

"Oh-Don't talk about skin in front of you-know-who, Violet. I'm sure that's still a sensitive subject for him-" Akio tried once more, causing me to roll my eyes and shove him forward.

"Ohhh, get outta here already." I laughed, causing him to finally take his seat at the rollercoaster.

"Or, better yet, jump off." Dabi said condescendingly, gesturing to the big drop that awaited us below.

"Be nice." I reprimanded him lightly, pushing him forward to take his seat on the ride.

He trudged forward, practically walking past the attendant at a sloth's pace as he went to find a seat.

"Hi, sir," The attendant said, causing Dabi to growl like a feral cat. "Welcome to The Neck Breaker. Would you like me to read you the rules of the ride?-"

"Shove the rules up your ass. I don't give two fucks," Dabi said impatiently, walking up and down the rollercoaster as he tried to find the best place to sit. "If I die, then I fucking die. About damn time, anyways."

I chuckled softly as Dabi assessed each seat of the rollercoaster, opting to sit a few behind Akio.

Probably so Akio can't see his nerves. Hah!

A cringe rose to my face as the attendant clearly didn't pick up on Dabi's unapproachable attitude, speaking once more and making the situation worse.

"I couldn't help but overhear the hero Ignito say you were nervous? Would you like me to supply you with one of our Cubby Buddies to ride next to you for emotional support?" The attendant asked honestly, causing me to face palm hard.

I had to cover my mouth to hide the laugh that wanted to come out as Dabi looked at the attendant with five different ways to murder him, unable to speak as Akio did first.

"If you would, please?" Akio replied warmly, turning around in his seat to face the attendant. "Just make sure they sit a little bit further away. He tends to wet himself on the loops."

Immediately, I stepped forward now to diffuse the situation, quickly walking towards the rollercoaster with a smile.

"That wont be necessary!!" I chuckled to the attendant. "I will be his...uhhh...Cubby Buddy for the day!-"

My words were stopped as the entrance to the rollercoaster was immediately closed off to me by the arm of the attendant, causing me to halt in my tracks and look at him in question.

Suddenly, his face was stern-throwing me off guard in an instant.

...what did I do this time-

"Sorry, miss. But, this ride is only for children aged fifteen years and older." He said seriously, causing Akio and Dabi to immediately break out in obnoxious cackles from their seats.

My jaw dropped in offense at the second time this has happened today, causing me to point to the blue wristband around my wrist with frustration.

"B-But-I'm over fift-I have the drinking bracelet!! I'm twenty-two years old!!" I exclaimed, watching the kid behind me brush past the attendant to get on the ride with his lollipop.

The attendant narrowed his eyes at me, acting as if this were an interrogation.

"So? That means nothing. You could have stolen that bracelet for all I know." He said firmly, causing me to huff in exasperation.

"Huh?? But, why would I even-I-and-" I babbled out, before the attendant held his hand.

"I.D., please." He ordered, causing me to groan and pull out my I.D. For the second time today.

I tapped my foot impatiently as the attendant studied my ID with way to much focus, hearing him let out a small 'hmph' of confirmation as he handed the item back to me with disinterest a few moments later.

"Alright, fine. Feel free to get on the ride, Victoria." He dismissed casually, waving me forward with much less interest than he did my friends.

Sheesh. The nerve of some people, I tell ya.

"It's not Victoria. It's-oh, whatever." I huffed out, finally making it past the guy and over to Dabi.

He had picked a seat in the back, trying to play it cool and look bored as I approached the pair seat next to him.

"Ready to do this?" I beamed brightly, sliding into the seat before going to fasten my seatbelt.

Dabi scoffed at my words, leaning back in his seat relatively relaxed as I buckled up.

"Not what I had in mine with those words." He countered, lazily looking straight ahead as he assessed the railroad of the rollercoaster ahead.

I laughed lightly as I got myself situated, sighing contently as other passengers began to fill the seats quickly.

"Ohh, relax," I murmured, watching Akio make small talk with his seat mate a few rows away. "If you're good here, I'll be good to you later."

Dabi couldn't help but snort in amusement at my words as the rollercoaster seats continued to fill, keeping his arms crossed and his gaze ahead as he watched the guests get inside.

"You act like I'm a fucking dog." He uttered lightly, scrunching up his nose as someone sat in front of him now.

I turned to him with a bit of mischief, sliding my hand to his thigh a little boldly.

"Well, I am offering you a bone, aren't I?" I smirked, giving my brows a teasing wiggle.

Dabi turned to me with brows slightly raised in satisfaction, as he studied my features.

"Not bad-but, also not great." He said of my attempted dirty talk, causing me to chuckle as I slowly trailed my hand up his thigh.

No one can see.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I murmured, leaning in towards him as close as my seatbelt would allow.

Dabi's eyes shamelessly trailed to my lips as I continued sliding my hand up his thigh, inhaling a slow, deep breath as I walked my fingers inwards.

"Low standards. That's my girl." He snickered, letting me continue to tease him as my fingers brushed between his legs-

DING!

The sound of the rollercoaster coming to life caused Dabi to jump slightly in surprise, before he quickly broke my eye contact and looked forward.

I sighed softly as I hesitantly slid my hand off Dabi's leg, yet he didn't even seem to notice as the ride slowly jolted forward with motion.

Ugh. I'm only teasing myself at this point, too...

"Ladies, and gentlemen," The rollercoaster attendant said over the speakers, causing Dabi to look up at the sky and mumbled a small 'the fuck?' "Welcome to The Neck Breaker. A reminder to keep all legs and arms in the cart at all times. Also, a disclaimer that the.... Arm incident from five years is still undergoing investigation."

I chuckled softly as a few nervous gasps could be heard from the crowd now, finding it funny that people actually believed the show the attendant was putting on-

"Huh?" Dabi uttered dryly, causing me to reach for his hand with reassurance as the ride continued its leisurely, peaceful pace down the runway.

"Dont worry about it. There wasn't an incident. He's just messing with you." I said with amusement, linking my fingers through Dabi's, before resting them on his leg.

His hand was sweaty. Very sweaty.

"Oh? The fucker thinks he can mess with me? I'll kill 'em." Dabi said distractedly, more interested in looking ahead to see what was going on.

Hmmm.

Maybeeee this wasn't such a good idea!

I kept my attention on Dabi and his very wet hand as the rollercoaster continued to taunt everyone at a slow pace, brushing my thumb along the rough line of his stitched hand as I spoke.

"Hey. It's only a three minute ride, alright? I've done it hundreds of times. They always say the first time is the scariest!" I encouraged him patiently, only earning a scoff in reply.

Yet, his tense shoulders relaxed as the ride continued to go slow, looking to me through those signature half lidded eyes as he spoke without thinking.

"I dunno why you still fucking like these things." He commented, relaxing back into his seat as he tried to appear uninterested.

I furrowed my brows slightly at his comment, tilting my head in question.

"What do you mean 'still?' You only just found out today that I enjoy rollercoasters." I said, enjoying the soft breeze the ride was currently giving us.

Dabi replied without missing a beat this time, not looking my way as he justified his answer.

"Yeah, well you haven't shut up about it since. Doesn't make sense though, if you ask me. You're the one who can't get through two words without choking." He retorted, causing me to laugh slightly since that was true.

I shrugged softly as the drop was slowly coming into view, feeling my heart pick up with that familiar, pleasurable adrenaline as we neared the ledge.

"Well, I guess that's just it. You don't have to talk on rollercoasters. You get to scream and be loud. Let loose and be out of control. I don't do that very often in everyday life. So, I like to do it here." I smiled, jumping in pleasant surprise when our cart hit an intentional bump.

Dabi's eyes widened for a fraction of a second at the unexpected jolt, causing him to crane his head out of the cart to look towards the runway.

"The hell was that? Bet it's broken. With the dumb, teenage shits running this place, I'm not surprised." He murmured more to himself, yet a certain person heard him just fine.

"Yeah, Dabi. It's broken." Akio cackled, patting the head of his seat mate who had curled up next to him out of 'fear.'

Mhm. 'Fear' with hearts in their eyes...

"Akioooo." I reprimanded from my seat, feeling Dabi unintentionally squeeze my hand tighter as we neared the ledge closer.

"Huh? You mocking me? I swear I'm gonna kill you when we get off this thing." Dabi grumbled out, seeming a little more on edge now as we neared the edge.

"We're not getting off though," Akio deadpanned purposely. "The whole thing's gonna come crashing down in the next second."

"Akio! Stop that. He's already scared enough as it is-" I blurted out as a beeping nose started to sound from the rollercoaster.

"Oi. How many fucking times do I have to tell you I'm not scared. Shut up. This is just a pain in my ass. I never wanted to come on here in the first place. It's just wasting my time." Dabi snapped at me now, practically digging his dull nails into the soft skin of my palm as the ride began to come to a taunting halt now.

"You're terrified-" Akio chimed in bluntly.

"You wanna see something terrifying? Look in a fucking mirror-" Dabi said stubbornly as the ride came a full stop in the air.

"Sir, please keep all limbs inside the vehicle." The attendant said to Dabi over the speakers.

"There's nothing wrong with the ride! Let's all just relax and have fun!" I tried once more, as the brakes of the ride screeched roughly.

"Bullshit." Dabi uttered.

"It's okay. It was just the-"

"-just the wheels of the ride, is what that was," Akio said through fake tears, causing me to face palm. "I can actually see them breaking before my very eyes."

"Will you shut up?!" I said, before turning back to Dabi. "Look, its all good, okay? Everything is gonna be just-"

Not fine as the rollercoaster finally jolted forward at full speed a few seconds later, making everyone's stomach practically fly up their throat as we dropped immediately.

"THE FUCKKKKK?!!!!" Dabi yelled loudly, unable to hide his features of fear as the ride began its quick sequence of turns.

A smile immediately spread across my face as the wind hit us harshly, causing me to scream with him in full blown excitement as we were hurled in every direction.

The usual, bored, unreadable mug that always painted Dabi's face was nowhere to be seen as he's never looked more alive-or animated for that matter, with his eyes widened out of their sockets, and his hair completely blown back by the wind, and his cheeks jiggling softly from the force.

Let's hope he doesn't lose a stitch through all of this!

"FUCK THIS!!!!" Dabi screamed loudly over everyone else's fun yells.

I couldn't help but cackle at his loud voice, letting him grip my hand like iron as we continued going full speed.

"You're doing great!!" I exclaimed cheerfully, before Dabi reached for his seatbelt.

"NAH, FUCK THIS!!! I'M GETTING OFF!!" He screamed, trying to unbuckle his seatbelt before I quickly stopped him.

"HUH?! No, you can't unbuckle that, Dabi!! We're in the air-and we're about to go upside down, you'll fall out!!" I explained, causing his eyes to widen at the chaotic revelation that was coming.

"Unbuckle it, Dabi!!! Don't be shy!!!" Akio yelled loudly, throwing his hands above his head with a laugh as we went upside down now.

Dabi screamed again as our bodies were hurled upside down on the ride, before his eyes suddenly rolled back in his head and his head went limp.

....oop, did he just-

"Oh, crap! I think he passed out!" I cringed, watching Dabi's head swaying back and forth in the air.

"Hah!!! No way!!!" Akio cackled, attempting to look behind him so he could see a limp Dabi rocking in the wind.

Before the stitched man quickly snorted back to consciousness once more-eyes widening as he remembered where he was.

"Ah! Wait! Dabi!! You're back!-" I exclaimed happily, as he yelled in furious panic once more.

"How the fuck is this shit still going?!!" He said raspily, suddenly starting to look a little pale as it seemed he might hurl.

"All in a day's work, Dabi!" Akio laughed as we rode out the fun, unable to resist adding a little more to his snide comment.

"Now then-what was that about not being afraid of rollercoasters again?"

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