It was another late night and although Dabi had texted you about going for dinner with Tonkata, he still turned up drunk as fuck at 1am.
“You’re gonna regret all these late, drunk night,” you mumbled as he fell into bed beside you, stinking of alcohol.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, falling asleep as you lay there scowling.
Monday morning, he was a wreck and you tried to wake him for class but he just groaned and rolled over so, fed up, you just left him there, and walked to college on your own.
You saw him wander in around lunch time and promptly avoided him- you didn’t want to associate with such a bum, and you had nothing in common to talk about anyway as he never asked about your work and never wanted to talk about his.
Monday night, you didn’t have work but he did, and you allowed him to drive you both home after college then you went to do some study and he went to eat something.
As you were lying on the bed reading textbooks, you heard the front door close.
He had left, without even calling out a goodbye and your heart sank.
You put your pen down and let your face fall into your hands as they welled quickly with tears.
“What’s happening to us, why is it like this?” You thought, feeling broken inside.
You missed the Dabi you remembered. You two had had so much fun together but now everything was different and it hurt.
After a good cry, you tried to do some more study but your mood was ruined so you watched some TV and had some comfort food and then got ready for bed.
You turned your phone off that night, not even caring if Dabi would try and call or text. You knew he was just doing it obligatory… deep down you knew he really didn’t care if he let you know or not- then you went to sleep.
At 9pm, the girls volleyball practice was still in full swing and Dabi was watching both sides of the net very closely.
The girls had been improving at an alarming rate but none so much as Omawei, who had remained focused the whole game and had even returned two balls- which was a huge improvement to her usual gameplay.
Every time she moved to a good spot, Dabi called out to let her know she had done the right thing and she had beamed with pride.
After practice, Tonkata and Dabi spent a little bit of time talking.
“We have the game this Sunday so Thursday night I want to show the girls the plays of the team they’ll be versing,” Tonkata said.
“Yeah. I remember those nights,” Dabi said with a smirk, “who are you versing?”
“Nekoma girls- Junior,” Tonkata replied.
“Oh?? My girl used to play for the Nekoma High,” Dabi said with pride, “the highschool team was pretty good so I’m assuming Juniors will be just as hard.”
Tonkata nodded. “But our girls have had training from you so we’re a step ahead.”
Dabi smirked. “It’s been a pleasure.”
From outside, Dabi could hear the faint smack of a volleyball and glanced at the door.
“That Omawei had been training hard,” he commented, “she’s the weakest in the team but she’s starting to blend in more now.”
“Yes. I’ve noticed that,” Tonkata said, “good work with her.”
“Thanks,” Dabi said, looking at the door, “she’s probably out there practicing now. I’ll go and check on her then walk her home. There’s a creepy hanging around her neighborhood.”
Tonkata grunted with distain and Dabi nodded.
“Don’t worry I gave him 20 reasons to never touch her again,” Dabi commented, turning and heading for the door.
“See you tomorrow night,” Tonkata called, “let’s get drinks again.”
“You’re on,” Dabi replied after a short pause, “it’s not like home life is any good at the moment anyway.”
He headed out of the door and looked to his left.
There was Omawei, practicing her serves again, looking a lot more in control and focused than she had in the past.
He smiled internally as he walked over to watch and she straightened a little more when she saw he was watching her.
“Good,” he said when she smacked the ball across the net to the opposite corner of the court, “that would have been a service ace.”
She beamed. “I’ve been practicing really hard.”
“I can tell,” Dabi commented, “you’ll be ready for the game this weekend.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for… you’re … coming right?” she asked bashfully.
“Oh… good,” she said shyly, looking away with a blush.
“It’s getting late, Omawei, let me walk you home,” Dabi said sternly.
“Yes. Ok. Yep, coming,” she said quickly, grabbing her bag and running to his side.
Off they went to her place but as they got closer she stepped away from Dabi.
“I’m ok from here. You don’t need to come with me,” she said hesitantly.
“It’s fine,” he grunted, “I’ll walk you to the corner.”
“N…No… it’s ok. Thank you for walking me this far,” she mumbled quickly then ran from him towards the corner and off home.
He stood for a second then turned to go home.
“You know… I should drop in and see my team sometime… I miss Nekoma days…” he thought back to how you and he used to run amok around the school grounds, slinking off to the equipment shed for a sneaky fuck or staying back late in the gym to give each other an eating out.
He smirked to himself, then switched from thoughts of you, to his teammates, and remembered all the good times with them.
“I’ll see if I can drop by sometime this week…”
As Omaweirounded the corner she stopped for a second and then walked confidently towards her house, head held high.
She spied that guy hiding in the shadows and she called out to him.
“You’d better get going before Dabi catches you,” she said loudly.
“I’m not gonna do anything to you. Fuck man. I’m not mess in’ with your boyfriend he’s fucking scary as hell,” the guy said and Omawei grinned.
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“How did you get him anyway?” the guy asked.
“I dunno,” she lied with a proud grin, “maybe it’s just how I treat him.”
“You put out, huh?” the guy leered.
“Not for you though,” she shot, walking past and raising her middle finger as she headed off down the street.
Since she had her back to him, he couldn’t see her biggest smile. She knew that the boys on the block thought she was dating Dabi and she never corrected them… she liked the thought of it.