Chance Ball Chapter 112: Dabi Gets A Job

“Ok, got it,” you said to him with a smile.

When Dabi had gone to get food, the doctor came to visit and explained that you had gotten an infection from the open wound (piercing) and that it would be advisable to not put the piecing back in. 

“Ok,” you replied feeling a little annoyed that you would only be able to have one piercing in, and not both.

“Also,” the doctor said gently, “when we were examining you, the nurse and I also noticed a bite mark on your ribcage. If you have any concerns for your safety…”

“Bite mark?” you asked, “what bite ma—OH!” Suddenly you remembered Dabi’s overzealous munch into your side during love making and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand with embarrassment, “uh… yeah… uh… that’s fine. Just ignore that. I’m fine. I’m not being abused… that mark was made during umm… yeah, best I not say.”

The doctor understood immediately and nodded. “I see. I have a duty of care to check on patients with marks so…”

“It’s fine,” you replied dismissively, “thank you for checking, but I promise you I’m in good hands.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as he turned to go, “glad to hear.”

As he left the room, Dabi came back with some dinner for you.

“Hey abuse-daddy,” you chuckled.

“The fuck?” he asked, “what the fuck is that nickname?” 

“The doctor thought you were abusing me because of the bite mark on my side,” you chuckled.

“Oh shit. Forgot about that,” he laughed, “and what fun I had during the process too.”

“Shut up,” you smirked, accepting the food from him.

…………………………….

You were discharged late Sunday afternoon and told to continue your antibiotics for the next 10 days.

“Good thing you got a tat,” Dabi said as he let you into the house that afternoon, “at least you have something that isn’t going to get infected.”

“Did you end up with anything from that night? Your piercings are ok?” you asked gesturing to his pants.

“Yep. I have a dick of steal and an immune system to match,” he replied proudly, following you into the lounge room, “and I made sure to clean mine properly.”

“Way to have a go at me,” you replied sullenly, “I think it’s because it started bleeding. It might have been fine if the skin didn’t rip a bit.”

“You still have the other one,” Dabi said encouragingly as he flopped down beside you on the lounge, “it’s hot to have one on one side and not the other. It’s like one is the party tit.”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you said with a chuckle as you hugged him, “you’re trying to make me feel better about the situation… and it’s working.”

“I was trying to get you excited for round 2,” he leered, grabbing around your back and dragging you into his lap, is it working?” He pressed his lips to your ears and breathed gently into it.

You squealed and pulled away, trying to get off his lap but he held you fast.

“No! You need to get a job! Have you done that flier?”

“No? I was attending my ailing girlfriend in hospital,” he replied, his fingers giving out and allowing you to scramble away.

“Well, you need to do it. We have college tomorrow so you can put it up in the board,” you said, getting up and walking out and into the study, “what were you wanting on the flier?”

“I dunno?” he called, “I don’t want to teach private tuition.”

“Well, I was going to help you but if you don’t know what you want then I can’t put anything on the flier now, can I?” you replied, “I already wrote your resume up and ended up getting the job instead of you so maybe I should just let you do this one on your own.”

“I’ll ask around as a cleaner or something,” Dabi said, pulling himself up on his feet and walking into the kitchen, “let’s have dinner though, I’m starving.”

……………………………………..

That next week was just work and college for you. Dabi hadn’t really put a lot of effort into finding a job but on the days you were working he was staying back to practice.

It was on Thursday night that he was practicing serving in the college gym, that someone snuck in through the side door and watched him.

It didn’t take long for the watcher to see that Dabi knew what he was doing and approached the scarred male after about 10 minutes of observing.

“You have a good arm,” the older male called to Dabi.

Your man stopped and looked over at the aged man, eyeing him as he approached.

“My name is Tonkata,” the man said, extending his hand to shake Dabi’s, “I oversee the local girl’s volleyball team in this prefect.”

Dabi reached out and shook the man’s hand in return.

“What are you doing in here then?” Dabi asked suspiciously.

“Scouting for potential teachers,” he replied with a smirk, “the girls are far more likely to listen to young men than me.”

“Clever,” Dabi replied with an amuse smirk.

“What’s your name?” Tonkata asked.

“Dabi,” your man replied.

“You been playing long, Dabi?”

“Played all through high school,” Dabi replied, flicking the ball up onto the tip of his finger and spinning it there.

“Which high school did you attend?” Tonkata asked.

“Nekoma,” Dabi replied.

“Ah! Good ol’ Nekomata,” Tonkata said with a knowing chuckle, “known the man my whole life.”

“Oh, is that so?” Dabi replied, “well. Now that we have a connection, let’s talk.”

Tonkata grinned. “How would you like a job co-coaching my team?”

“Sounds good to me. What’s the pay like and how often would you need me?” Dabi asked, taking the ball off his finger and tucking it back under his arm. 

“A man who talks business, straight up,” Tonkata mused with a smirk.

“Well, I was the captain of the Nekoma team. I usually make the orders… not take them.”

“I like you, Dabi. Let’s say $25 an hour for around 2hrs a night.” Tonkata crossed his arms across his chest and grinned at Dabi.

“Make it $27 and we have a deal,” Dabi replied, putting his hand out to shake on it.

“I like your straightforwardness,” Tonkata nodded with an impressed look on his face, “I don’t need a pushover for my girls I need someone who will keep them in line.” He reached out and took Dabi’s hand in a firm shake.

“I have another mouth to feed and she’s the only one I care about,” Dabi replied, “I’ll keep your kids in line for you.”

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