Sanguine Furorem | Dabi x MHA OC

Nuntius Novus (New Message)

Though it's late evening now, I sit on my bed and wait patiently for Dabi to reply, resuming my previous scrolling through my social media apps aimlessly before I retire for the night. Soon, I grow tired of seeing the social media posts lauding the heroes I was once teamed up with, and I place the phone face-down beside me.

I then lay my head on the soft pillows at the head of my bed and stare up at my ceiling. Stars from the light projector given to me several years ago by my old government liaison dance and twinkle above me. It's a bit childish, but it helps me sleep, and I can't help but admit that childish things bring me immense joy.

Must be a coping mechanism.

As I continue to watch the twinkling of the projected stars on my ceiling, the minutes pass by and I start to second-guess my reply to Dabi's text.

Did I scare him off?

I wonder if he knows I know he stole my money.

I'm certainly not mad at him about it.

He needed it more than me.

I've already forgiven him.

He just doesn't know it.

Why am I like this?

With doubt in my mind, I feel sleep calling my name. It was a long day and an eventful one at that. These past two weeks I really have been just lazing around with no direction or plan in mind for the next 6 months. I need to shake up my routine. I can't just be sitting around eating and drinking Plasma Packs all day. I need to get some fresh air more often. Maybe see actual stars instead of the projected ones on my ceiling each night.

I should probably call my friends, but none of them have reached out to me at all since I went inactive. Do they even care how I'm doing? Not even Rumi has called me. Is she scared of me because of what I became during our last mission?

I must've looked just like him.

Oh, anything but that, please.

"My mind is racing again. Maybe I should drink another Plasma Pack before I sleep to calm me down again."

God, Haku, you're such a loser.

September 20XX (8:05 am)

Light filters in from my bedroom window overlooking the city. "Seems I forgot to draw my curtains fully closed last night. I wonder if anyone in the city saw my little light show from my star projector," I muse to myself with a gentle smirk creeping across my features as I open the curtains fully to let the morning sun filter into my bedroom.