Chance Ball Chapter 128: Male Teammates

“What?” Dabi asked, leaning in to see the line you had just read.

“It says here, guys only… ‘male only partnership’.”

“Huh?”

“What kinda sexist shit is this. I can play?! If I wanna play, then I wanna play,” you stated firmly, arms crossed in defiance.

“Who cares, just play,” Dabi said with a shrug, “just wear a binder and an oversized shirt?”

You turned your head and looked at him.

He looked at you and then slowly you both smirked.

“Need me to drop you at the shops this afternoon?” he asked, still smirking.

“Yeah,” you replied, holding up your palm so he could slap it, then you both looked back at the poster.

…………………………….

“What’cha think?” you asked Dabi, stepping out of the change room with a few tight singlet shirts on that were bunched under your bust line to make your front look more flat, covered in a loose shirt.

“Yeah…” he nodded, thumb and index finger under his chin to support it, “with a hat, it’ll pass.”

“Or I can shave my head?” 

You just looked at each other.

“It’s your head,” he replied nonchalantly, dropping his hands to his hips while shrugging, “you do whatever you like.”

“Let’s get this dough,” you replied with a smirk, turning back to the change room to get out of your clothes. 

………………………………………

Back at home, you held scissors in hand, staring at yourself in the mirror with a determined look on your face. 

“Are you gonna do it?” Dabi asked from the doorway behind you.

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“You’ve been there for 45 minutes and you have work soon,” he commented calmly.

“I said – I’m thinking!”

“Times ticking…”

“Dont rush me!”

“… it’s been 45 minutes…”

“Go and do something else with your life will you? I just need a moment!” you snapped at him.

“… a whole… 45 minutes worth of—,”

“Go! Before these scissors end up between your eyes,” you growled at him.

“Kinky. Ok, I’m gonna make dinner.” He turned and smartly walked off.

You looked at yourself in the mirror again.

“I can’t do this… I have to be able to live a double life so maybe if I just tie my hair up into a bun or something and then do some make-up to make my eyebrows a little lower and bushier…”

Placing the scissors down on the side of the sink, you got out your trusty make up kit and got to work. 

Once you had finished, you nodded to your male alter in the mirror and walked back into the bedroom to get one of Dabi’s hoodies.

Channeling your best masculine self, you sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen to look for Dabi.

“Oi,” you grunted as you stepped in with your head low.

Dabi turned and froze when he saw you- for a second, not recognizing you.

You looked up at him and smirked.

“Wassup dude?”

“Fuck. I didn’t even recognize you, Y/N,” Dabi said in awe.

“I’m not Y/N, I’m G… call me G.”

“Very convincing,” Dabi mused, putting his utensils down to walk over for a better look.

He took your chin in his hand and tilted your face up so he could see your features better and turned your face this way and that to check you out more.

“You’ve almost changed your whole facial structure with the make up,” he said.

“Now I just have to convince people without the hoodie,” you said, pushing it off.

Dabi stepped back and checked you out.

“Yeah. It’ll pass… you just have a real baby face.”

“Shut up.”

“Chicks are gonna hit on you.”

“So? What if I like that? What if I flirt back?” 

“You know I’m only open to a threesome if it’s with you and a copy of you,” Dabi replied, “plus… what happened with the hair? I thought you were gonna cut it but it’s still there?”

“It’s gonna look mad sus if I turn up to class with a bald head all of a sudden. I need to look like a dude and a chick all in one so I’m going with man bun (if you have long hair) ,binders, baggy clothes, and make up.”

“Ok… well, we’ll see how it goes. Tryouts are on Monday two weeks time,” Dabi replied, “but you gotta get your ass to work now so…”

“Oh shit!” you gasped, glancing at your watch as you turned tail and raced back up stairs to get the make up off.

………………………………..

Sunday morning was date morning, so after waking up to Dabi with his head between your legs and his tongue sliding all over your clit, you came, got up, got railed in the shower, came again, got dressed, got groped, then headed out for a much needed date together.

“Anywhere in particular you wanna go?” you asked him.

“Pancakes,” he replied.

“Where though?” 

“I dunno. Just, pancakes.”

You chuckled to yourself and read the different cafe signs out the fronts of their shops as you passed, looking for somewhere that sold pancakes.

“There!” You pointed excitedly, “pancakes!”

There, on a sign, was a beautiful big chalk drawing of a pancake and you grinned excitedly.

“Perfect,” he said with a smirk as he grabbed your hand and led you to the door. 

It was busy inside and you waited for a seat at the back of the cafe.

Unbeknownst to you and Dabi, a certain 16 year old was having breakfast with a few of her non-volleyball friends. She had seen you and Dabi, and a devious plan had started to formulate in her mind.

You and Dabi sat, then ordered your breakfast choices and dug in as soon as it arrived at the table.

“This is so good!” you commented to Dabi who was stuffing his face with pancakes.

“Mmmm,” he hummed.

You both enjoyed the food, and then sat there sipping your drinks as you chatted idly. 

It was while Dabi was mid sentence he got a call from his boss- Tonkata, and he frowned at his phone.

“Take it,” you said, “it’s fine, promise.”

You have him a genuine smile and he answered it, getting up to walk away.

He chatted for a short while then came back to you.

“He wants me in later today…”

“That’s fine, I have work anyway so don’t worry. We’re ok now.” 

Dabi nodded and you stood up to go, thanking the cafe staff as you left the place.

“Oh! I wanted to do a little shopping before heading home, if that’s ok? I know you don’t like shopping so you can head home if you like?” you said with a smile, content after that morning’s date.

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