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Fictional characters always seemed to have the most exciting lives. No day was boring, none the same. If the character didn’t reunite with their long-lost lover, whom they had assumed to be dead, then they spontaneously quit their job, leave behind all their possessions to instead live in the woods and start all over. Get inspired, escape the dullness of everyday life.
And people watched and read those stories, filled with the desire to do exactly the same. As if it were that easy. As if the exciting life was better. As if safety could truly be called boring.
It’s not that deep , Dabi thought to himself, slightly annoyed by his own thoughts.
Admittedly, a routined life sounded boring in theory. He could understand that much. Nonetheless, if it was between a boring life and the one he had lived so far, the former sounded far more tolerable.
The man in his early twenties had run away from home once he was old enough to know how to not die immediately in the wild world. Despite this, there were many things he had to leave behind; his younger siblings, the comfort of a roof over his head, food and more money than even a kid would know how to spend. While the absence of money and a warm bed were the greatest challenge to physically deal with, mentally it was tough knowing his siblings were still back there. Keeping them in the hellhole he so desperately needed to escape felt wrong, however, not knowing how to keep himself alive was a risk far too great to be watching over his siblings, too. They would have to find their own way.
In the end, he just wanted to survive. Nothing was more important.
The raven-haired male had found his way about two years ago. Escaping the prison they called a home, the selfish monster they called a father. Ever since then, living meant never staying in the same place for too long. It meant stealing the necessities and living off the bare minimum one needed to survive.
Sometimes he even earned money in the noble way of doing honest work. Due to not being able to give out his identity, online jobs were his source of income, where no one required legitimate identification. And no one had to see his face either. This was especially important as people’s need to make rude remarks about the scars he hated so much reminded him too much of the life he tried to get away from.
Currently, Dabi had enough money saved from these jobs to treat himself to something. In addition to that, there was an abandoned mansion he currently stayed in, which was an upgrade in comparison to the countless accommodations on the road so far.
The mansion seemed to have been abandoned for a while, yet came with functioning electricity, including a TV.
Dabi decided to celebrate his great find by watching a movie and treat himself to one of those ridiculous things no one appreciates enough when easily accessible, but when unavailable turn into a luxurious dream - pizza.
After the raven-haired man got comfortable on a bed of pillows he had placed on the living room floor, he took out his phone to look up the nearest pizza place.
Luckily, it had quite a decent variety and good prices, too.
Once Dabi had browsed their entire menu about a hundred times, drooling even about the salads, he finally placed his order.
Ready to send it off, Dabi quickly typed in the address of the mansion, hoping the delivery guy would be able to find it. One empty field was left for him to fill out. Special requirements.
Life alone on the roads had been rather lonely, especially since his scars and overall aura wasn’t exactly the most inviting, which had made the internet and memes a great place of positive social interaction. For a while, they always managed to make him forget about his life, and sometimes that was all Dabi needed.
One particular meme now filled his head. And he decided to make it a reality. Not like he had anything to lose anyway. Without thinking any longer about it and possibly going back on the idea, he hit send:
Order:
1 x “The Box - Menu for 3 to 4 people”
with a medium chicken supreme pizza
1 x portion of country potatoes
1 x portion of garlic bread
4 x chicken wings
1 x curry mango and 1 x mexican salsa dip
1 x Lipton Lemon 1,5 liter
1 x large ice cream bowl of ‘Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough’
Special Requirements:
Send your cutest delivery guy.
Dabi wasn’t sure what he wanted to happen. In fact, he expected nothing would actually happen. The internet lied, after all. A part of him hoped that this time would be an exception, though.
A weird, obnoxiously loud noise startled him out of his sleep. For a moment he wasn’t sure where he was, but quickly regained enough consciousness to remember. With that, Dabi realized the obnoxiously loud noise must have been the pizza delivery guy, so he rose up from the ground and hurried to the door.
He opened the old wooden door carefully, scared that it would fall apart right in front of his pizza, with even just a little bit of strength.
“I could have sworn this was just a prank order,” the bright face in front of him joked with a wide grin stretching over his face. Were people allowed to be so joyful?
Dabi must have looked confused, because the blond guy in front of him quickly elaborated, “This place hasn’t been lived in during my entire life and kids always make up all these stories about how it’s haunted. So for the first sign of someone living here being a large delivery order was either a prank or a ghost suddenly craving pizza.”
“You’re not wrong,” Dabi said, more to himself than to the pretty person in front of him.
“What do you mean?” Curiosity filled the brown set of eyes staring into his.
“Nothing.”
They both stood in silence for what felt like forever, although it was more likely only a second or two.
The delivery guy made a quick motion downwards, opening the box containing the food. He took everything out and handed it to Dabi, who put it on the small table next to the door, before taking the money out of his pockets to pay. He even gave a tip.
“Thanks,” the delivery guy politely said after taking the money, “Guess that means all of your needs were met.”
Dabi was, again, confused about the cheerful reaction from the guy in front of him.
“You asked for the cutest delivery guy. From the tip you gave, I gathered that I fulfilled that request. Although I told Mr. Bando, my 67-year-old boss, that he should go, but he just got mad and told me to go do my job. But he is such a cutie, I’m sure you would have really liked him, too.”
Dabi only half-listened, as he felt slightly embarrassed remembering that part of his order. He also wasn’t sure if the guy was joking or not.
“Anyway, I’m off. I’m working tomorrow, too, so, if you need a cute delivery guy then, as well, it’s between me and Bando again.”
Dabi only nodded, “Right.”
“Anyway, enjoy your party,” the delivery guy waved, before turning around and using his red wings to fly off into the night.
Dabi had been so confused by the entire conversation that he only noticed the wings now.
He took his order into the living room, wondered what party the delivery guy was talking about and then decided to just focus on the TV and his food. Finally, a warm and fresh meal.
And the delivery guy really was cute. The internet actually hadn’t lied this time.