Chance Ball Chapter 118: Drifting

… or maybe I’ll use you as my puppet? Huh? Shove my hand up your ass and rearrange your gut to spell my name. Pathetic piece of shit.” Dabi leaned down and punched the guy fair in the face. “If I hear about you touching Omawei again I’ll come to your house. Fuck your mum, chop your dad’s dick off then sew it to your forehead, do you understand?” He punched the guy again for emphasis then let him go, having to hold himself back and take some deep breaths to stop himself from killing the guy right there and then.

The guy just lay there on the ground holding his face and wailing and Dabi was having a hard time not laying a few good kicks into him.

“You have fucking 5 seconds to get your sorry fucking ass up and gone before I turn you into a mashed potato, you fucking lowlife.”

The guy got up and RAN- leaving a fuming Dabi and a stunned Omawei behind.

Dabi was still thoroughly pissed as he stood there breathing angrily… then he realized Omawei was still there… and had heard everything that he had said.

“Oh shit. I MEAN!… damn… I’m sorry you had to hear that. I got angry and lost my cool.”

Omawei had watery eyes and Dabi, at first, thought it because of the things he had said to the guy.

“Fuck, I went too far with that one…”

“No one has ever stood up for me like that,” she said in a trembling voice, “thank you, Dabi.”

“If he touches you again, you tell me,” Dabi said darkly.

“A-Are you really going to sow his fathers… umm…”

“No! Fuck… sorry, hell no. But I’ll punch him in the ball next time,” Dabi said.

She smiled gratefully and walked up to him. “I’ll be ok to get home now. He won’t touch me again,” she said, “you were terrifying.”

Dabi laughed. “Good. Now get home.”

She grinned and ran towards her house while Dabi turned and headed for home.

“I hope Y/N is ok?” he wonderedas he checked his phone for your message.

He turned up at the grand time of 11:30pm and you were… tolerant, to say the least… at least he had had the decency to text you this time but you were starting to feel the distance.

“How was work?” you asked him.

“Good,” he grunted as he flopped down in bed beside you.

“What did you have them doing?” you prompted.

“Volleyball stuff,” he replied, turning his head and planting it into his pillow- the muffled, apathetic reply irking you.

You had a vein pop moment and scrunched your face with annoyance.

“Oh,” you said loudly with lowkey sass, “thanks for asking. I had a good night. Only a few customers, and I figured out how to enter a barcode manually on an item that wouldn’t scan.”

“Well done,” he replied in a dead tone. 

This made you even angrier. All you wanted was some time with Dabi. It had been a few days now where you had both been occupied with work and you were hoping that you’d be able to sit down and talk about your times at your respective works but he wasn’t being as chatty as you had hoped he would have been. 

“Fine,” you said, putting your phone on charge and lying down then rolling over in bed away from him.

You wanted him to chase you.

Ask you what was wrong.

Try and make things right.

But all he did was push himself up off the bed and head to the shower, leaving you heartbroken and alone in bed.

“Is this the end of our relationship?” you wondered sadly, “are we drifting apart?”

………………………………..

Dabi was exhausted. Teaching a bunch of kids was tiring and then on top of that he had had a workout, then trained Omawei and then punched some guy in the face.

All of that adrenaline had started to wear off now and he suddenly felt doubly drained.

All that, coupled with you being a sook, just took it all out of him. 

He just wanted to get away from you at that point. He had talked all afternoon and night and had wanted to just come home to a warm hug and maybe a dick suck, but instead he got a pouting grumpy girlfriend.

The hot shower felt good and he spent longer than usual in there, just staring at the wall and letting the water run all over him.

By the time he had hopped out, you were well and truly asleep.

He knew you had been crying, because of your breathing, but he didn’t have the energy to try and rectify the problem- and he certainly didn’t want to wake you right now…

So he fell asleep instead.

…………………………..

The next day was Sunday and you didn’t have work but Dabi did and you both kinda awkwardly went about your morning routines without talking.

“This is stupid,” you finally said to him as he made himself some food, “why are we fighting?”

“Are we fighting?” He asked, “I didn’t know because you were ignoring me.”

You cracked a small smile and walked over, eagerly wrapping your arms around his side as he opened one arm out and scooped it around your back and pulled you in.

“I’m sorry. I miss you and you don’t talk to me,” you said sadly.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I was so tired,” he admitted, “it’s actually pretty draining running around after kids all night.”

“I bet,” you replied, pulling back and looking up at him.

He bent his head down and kissed your lips.

“I’ll tell you more about it tonight… if I’m not too tired.” He went back to making his food and you grabbed something to make too.

“What time do you start tonight?” you asked.

“5pm,” he replied, “hopefully I’ll be home a little earlier tonight.”

“Yeah. Please? That would be nice.”

He nodded and took a bite from his food. “I might have Thursday night off this week because the girls and Tonkata are going over the plays from the other team on video so they’ll just be doing strategic stuff and won’t need me.”

“Let’s do something Thursday night then? I’ll ask if I can have the night off.”

“Yeah, ok,” he replied, looking at his watch, “I gotta go, baby, but I’ll be back.”

He gave you another crumby mouth covered kiss then walked off to get changed and you went to the lounge to watch some TV.

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