At the end of practice, Dabi and Tonkata chatted about the girls.
“That Omawei has potential,” Tonkata said, “her mother was a very good player.”
“Then leave that with her mother. Don’t project onto her. She’s her own person but I believe she’s got potential too. Everyone has potential if they put their minds to something,” Dabi said wisely.
Tonkata nodded and rubbed his chin and mouth to hide a smirk. He was very pleased with Dabi though.
“Come for drinks again,” he invited.
“Ah… I’ll have to pass this time,” Dabi replied, “the missus wasn’t too pleased with my drunk ass showing up at fucked’o’clock.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared of your lady?” Tonkata teased.
“The devil himself runs and hides when my girl gets jacked,” Dabi replied honestly, “don’t cross her.”
“Fair enough,” Tonkata chuckled, “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Let me shout you dinner then.”
“I can pay my own,” Dabi replied with a smirk, “but dinner sounds good. I have plenty of time to warn this missus.”
“Good enough,” Tonkata replied with a grin as he picked up his clipboard and a few items and left.
Dabi packed up a few things at the hall then went to close up for the night.
He had just walked out of the hall doors when he saw movement in the outdoor volleyball court and saw Omawei practicing her jump serves- her form was all over the place and his skin prickled at how wrong she was doing it.
After locking the door, he walked over and called out to her.
“Are you practicing volleyball or is this a new sport for the….. Uh…” again, Dabi had to stop himself from saying something inappropriate.
“I’m practicing my jump serves,” Omawei puffed, sweet beading on her forehead.
Dabi could tell that although her form was weak and she didn’t look like she was trying at all, she was sweating up a storm.
He softened a little and walked over to pick up the ball.
“Your form is shiiiii-alright… but it can be better, here.” He walked over to her and placed the ball in her hand then walked around behind her and placed his hands under her upper arms to raise her arm up, “toss it up high. It doesn’t matter if it goes too high. Better to be too high than too low.” He instructed, showing her how to toss the ball up with force by pushing her arms up from underneath.
She allowed him to show her, trying a few times without his help when he directed her to do so.
“Focus on the ball the whole time,” he called when he saw her attention waver.
She tried, but the ball still hit the net and bounced to the floor.
Her face fell and she looked down at the ground.
He could see something was bothering her so he walked over to her side again.
“Hey,” he said in a low calming voice, “you can’t play if your mind isn’t in it. What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted ever since the first day I started with the team.”
She looked up at him shyly then looked away.
“You noticed?” She looked down at the ground and fiddled with her fingers.
“Hard not to when the pixies are floating around your head, drinking your daydream nectar,” he replied.
She looked up at him with an odd expression on her face and he chuckled a little.
“Something my grandma used to say to me if I was daydreaming.”
“Oh,” she whispered, looking back down.
“So. You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he prompted.
“Home life… isn’t really good at the moment… and I’m letting the team down. I’m letting everyone down…”
“You’re letting me down too,” Dabi added in, watching her flinch, “so what are you going to do about that? Fuck everybody else… I mean, screw, everybody else. I’m the only one who matters- how are you going to stop letting me down?”
“I… I’m going to try harder at volleyball,” she replied softly.
“You’re damn right you are. So pick up that fu… ball and get your arms up like I showed you. I’m not leaving until you give me one good serve.”
She relaxed a little and a warm smile graced her face as she looked into his eyes.
“Go on,” he gestured to the ball and she ran off to get it.
All of that hesitation and lack of concentration disappeared immediately and she was more focused than he had ever seen her before.
Everything he called out to her- to improve her serve, she did, and when she put her mind to it, she could really smack that ball hard.
“Well done!” Dabi said, clapping his hands with pride, “good work. Now go home before your parents kill me for not letting you go sooner.”
“Uh… umm… Dabi… c-could you walk me home? It’s dark and I’m a little scared.” She mumbled, that hesitation coming back in again.
“Sure,” he grunted, checking his watch, “I’d better text Y/N so she knows where I am or else I’m gonna get eaten alive for turning up late with no warning.”
While he texted you, Omawei grabbed her bag and once she was ready to go, Dabi and her headed for her house.
She asked Dabi a few questions about himself and his life as they walked, and he answered as vaguely as possible because he didn’t want her to feel too comfortable around him but overall he could see she was relaxing more.
“My house is just around this corner,” she said as they neared the end of the block.
“You ok to go from here?” he asked.
She nodded hesitantly and looked from him to the corner, then froze.
Dabi stopped as well and looked at her.
“What is it?” he asked.
She hung her head and held onto her bag strap.
“Umm… there’s a guy… there…”
“Do you know him?” Dabi asked, looking back up but not seeing anyone.
She nodded silently. “I don’t like him. He… touches…”
At hearing the word ‘touches’ Dabi arched up.
“Fucking dickwad, I’ll…” he seethed under his breath as he left her side and walked to the corner.
The second he rounded it he was grabbed around stomach height by a guy in a black hoodie and in return he grabbed the guys wrist and twisted it around and back the wrong way causing the hooded figure to screech and fall to his knees.
“Surprise motherfucker. It’s titty-less Dabi. Should I grab your dick and yank it off then shove it up your ass? Maybe it could work as a second tongue for you…