“If you can catch over half of them, we can talk tomorrow. If not, then it will be throwing up and catching 100 balls every night until to can catch at least 50 of them.”
She gave Dabi a quizzical look. Just from that look he knew that she had thought throwing balls up and catching them would be easy so he smirked before walking past her back to the coach.
“I’ll ask you tomorrow,” he called back over his shoulder.
She watched him for a bit then headed to the locker room to get her bag and go home.
“Dabi,” the coach greeted with a giant grin, “I knew I had picked the right guy for the job! Come and get a beer with me.”
“I’ll come for one. Then I gotta get home to the missus,” he said, falling in step with his new boss.
You finished up your shift at 9pm and closed the shop, pulling your phone out to see if Dabi had sent you any messages.
Not a single text and you shrugged and put your phone in your pocket.
“Was he going to come and get me or do I walk home?” you thought, “I guess I’ll start walking home and if I bump into him then we’ll go back home together.”
You stepped out of the doors and pulled the shutter down then locked it and headed off down the road for home.
“He might be watching a movie or something,” you thought as you walked alone.
As you neared the house you could see all the lights off and you approached the front door suspiciously.
“Is he home?” you thought, putting the key in the lock and unlocking the door.
The second that you entered the house you could tell he wasn’t there. Even if he had gone to bed he would have texted you or he would have left the front light on at least.
You pulled your phone out again as you switched the foyer light on and opened a message to him.
“Hey babe… where are you?” you sent.
You put your bag down and headed up stairs to take a shower.
Once you got out of the shower you checked your phone again but he hadn’t replied.
You texted again, then put your phone down to put your clothes on… then texted a third time.
“Fuck it imma call him.”
You rang his number and put your phone to your ear. It rang out.
“Fuck you man. I’m worried about you! At least text me back!” You thought furiously as you text him again a little angrier this time.
20 texts and 5 calls later, he FINALLY rang you back and you picked up, angry with worry.
“What the fuck, Dabi,” you snapped.
“Ayyyy, woah woah there sexy girl you need to clam down,” he slurred.
“Are you drunk? Where are you? Why the fuck are you drinking on a week night?” you snapped, “I thought you were working! Not slacking off in the bar.”
“The boss invited me to dinner,” he replied in a very drunk voice.
“So you got shit faced. Good job,” you replied sarcastically.
“I got paid. What’s up your ass. Calm down,” he hiccuped.
“No. You get your fucking ass home it’s almost midnight,” you replied angrily.
“Where do we live again?” he slurred.
“Just hurry up. Asshole.”
“No… I need the address,” he slurred seriously, “I’m getting a taxi and I can’t remember—,”
“For Christ sake,” you muttered, squeezing your temples with thumb and fingers as you rubbed back and forth across your brow.
You gave the address then hung up once he had said he would be about 10 minutes.
Your angry thumping feet walked down the stairs and waited on the doorstep for the duration of the 10 minutes that his drunk ass would be, until you saw the car lights coming slowly down the road.
Getting up, you walked down to the road and waited for the taxi to drop your extremely drunk boyfriend off.
“You got money, sexy?” he slurred, hanging off you.
“You don’t have money to pay?” you asked with disappointment and embarrassment.
“Used it on booze,” he replied with a laugh.
“You’re fucking useless,” you snapped, paying the cabbie before dragging Dabi’s sorry ass up into the house.
Stripping Dabi’s clothes off, you forced him into bed, smacking away his hands when he tried to make a move on you.
“You’re drunk as fuck. You couldn’t even penetrate fairy floss you’re so fucking soft,” you growled at him.
“Awww…” he hummed, half asleep already, “can I have a cuddle instead.”
“No,” you replied in a hurt voice. You really did want to cuddle but you were so pissed that he hadn’t even had the decency to text you to tell you where he was and on top of that made you worry while he was out having a great time.
“Ok,” he said in a soft voice as he drifted off to sleep.
You cried softly to yourself as you fell asleep beside him.
The next morning Dabi was very subdued.
“What happened to you last night?” you asked him pointedly while you were having breakfast and he was standing there holding his head.
“The boss invited me for drinks and told him I would only have just one but then 5 later…”
“Why didn’t you text me?” you asked sadly, “I was so worried.”
“Sorry,” he replied, rubbing his temples, “I forgot.”
“That’s such a dumb response, Dabi,” you replied grumpily, “all you needed to do was text me. I CARE about you and I was legit worried.”
“I’ll text you next time, I promise,” he said as he let go of his head and walked over, “although there’s not going to be a next time… I feel like shit.”
You softened and stood up to hug him.
“I didn’t mean to worry you,” he mumbled into you.
“If you don’t want me to even get a cold because you worry then think about how I felt at home here alone, not knowing where you were at midnight.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry. That was a dick move on my part.”
You hugged him sympathetically.
“Do you want me to get you some medicine?”
“Nah. I’ll be ok. I’ll just pass out again… soon,” he replied.
“Well… I start work at 3 today… so if you pass out before then I’ll see you when I get back.”
“…and I got work again tonight,” he added with a sigh.
“How is the team you’re coaching?” you asked, changing subjects.
“Meh,” he replied, “they need a good ass whipping into shape but we’ll get there.”
“Good luck with that.” You said sympathetically.