As you suspected, Dabi was still out to it when you left for work at 3pm and you gave him a kiss goodbye before leaving.
“Hopefully he won’t come back home at some stupid hour, drunk as fuck,” you thought as you got to the corner store and entered for your shift, greeting your boss with a smile.
A little after you had left, Dabi hauled his hungover ass up out of bed and went to drown his face in freezing cold water to wake himself up.
Once he had taken some pain medication and eaten some leftover greasy food, he felt better, and headed to the local hall to do his second round of training.
As he entered the side door he earned himself some smiles from the girls… and a scowl from the 16 year old bitch who got her knickers in a knot the first time they had met.
“I’m going,” she announced loudly, turning and marching off before the coach or Dabi could say anything.
“Leave her,” Dabi said to the coach as he approached him, “if she can’t grow a pair and suck it up then she shouldn’t be on the team.”
The older coach nodded and then handed over to Dabi.
“Diving drills,” Dabi said to the girl, who had all huddled around him, “let’s go.”
There was a groan from the girls as the dropped their heads and walked to one end of the indoor court, turning when they got to the wall.
“Let’s go,” Dabi called, clapping his hands, “1!”
The girls crouched then jumped with arms out a bit to catch them as they landed on their fronts then pulled themselves up.
“2!” Dabi shouted again, waiting for them to complete the drill.
Two of the girls buckled a bit but jumped back up for the next jump and Dabi clapped again to get their attention.
“Chins up! Keep your core and back tight, look up… LOOK UP, DON’T LOOK DOWN,” he called louder as one girl bumped her chin on the floor.
Up they all got to jump again as he walked along the sidelines.
One girl dropped back and he pursed his pierced lips.
“Of course it’s Omawei.”
She glanced at him with a worried look on her face and got up quickly, diving again but not catching herself on her arms and crashing to the floor, bumping her chin and cheek as she scrunched into the hard wooden boards.
“Get up! Get up!” Dabi called to her, seeing her face fall with embarrassment as she lagged behind, rubbing her face where she had hit.
Poor Omawei dove again and buckled again, now 2 lengths behind the rest of the girls.
“Up!” Dabi called, “come on, when you fall behind you gotta work harder, don’t let it get to you.”
Setting her face, Omawei did her best to complete the drills, finally getting to the other end as her teammates patted her back and helped her up.
“Good work,” Dabi said as he walked over in front of them again, “now back again.”
“Seriously,” one girl deadpanned.
“Did I stutter?” Dabi asked, “get your asses down the other end, face down a… diving…” He only just managed to catch himself before saying ‘face down ass up’.
As the girls dove, heading back to the other end, Dabi stopped Omawei.
“Sit ups,” he said to her, “50 sit ups.”
“Now?” she panted.
“Yes. Hurry up. You have to complete them all by the time the girls get to the other end.”
With a terrified look on her face she dropped to the ground and rolled onto her back, starting the sit ups at a cracking pace.
Dabi had the girls in a lather of sweat by the end of the session. Practicing passes, jump serves, running, catching the ball and then dodging back through some cones before tossing it up and serving it into the ball cart parked on the other side of the net.
“This is ridiculous,” one of the girl’s panted, hands on her knees, heaving for air.
“Is winning ridiculous?” Dabi asked her from the side of the court where he had heard her comment.
She looked at him, mortified that he had heard her.
“If you want to win, you need to be better than the other teams. Simple. And until you can nail all of these drills, you’re not gonna win.”
“As if anyone can nail these. They’re too hard,” another girl piped up, wiping a mass of sweat from her forehead.
“Too hard?” Dabi laughed loudly, immediately commanding all of their attention, “don’t make me laugh. You’re all piss weak that’s what it is.”
There was a shock that rippled through them all. Had he just called them piss weak?!
“I’d like to see you nail these drills then?” one shot back, obviously offended by his comment.
“Heh,” he chuckled, narrowing his turquoise eyes at her and licking his bottom lip, “you wanna see me make these drills scream for mercy?”
“Yeah,” the offended girl replied sassily.
“Ok. What drills did you want me to fu… uh… do.” He had been about to say ‘what drills did you want me to fuck in the ass’. – very much a Dabi reply.
“All of them,” the girl replied, crossing her arms across her chest and smirking.
“Done,” Dabi replied, “diving drills first.”
He turned and walked to the far end and took his shirt off, keeping his singlet on underneath but as he removed his shirt it rode everything up a little and showed off his perfectly sculpted, purple scarred torso and a few of the girl’s eyes flew open with surprise.
Like a professional, Dabi dove his way there and back in perfect form, jumping up and jogging the perimeter before coming back and grabbing a ball then dodging the cones and jump serving the ball over the net right into the centre of the ball cart- all without breaking a sweat.
“Any questions?” he asked, only breathing a little heavier than usual.
“You didn’t throw one backwards,” one girl said cheekily, so Dabi picked up a ball and tossed it over his shoulder, without looking, and got it in the ball cart… backwards.
“Any other questions?” he asked with a smirk.
“Ok. That wasn’t fair,” the offended girl said, “you’re obviously not human. You’re a robot.”
The other girls chuckled and agreed, giving Dabi a very fan type look.
“Now,” he said, “get back to work so you can beat me.”
Omawei just stared at Dabi in awe. It was safe to say she had now caught fan-itis and was determined to make him proud.