“Yeah, ok… I’ll try and finish up early so I can pick you up from work tonight, yeah?” he said, kissing you quickly on the cheek, “I’m saving that mouth for tonight,” he added lowly with a smirk before letting your hand go and walking away from you.
Instead of walking away like a normal person he turned and walked backwards, doing the fuckboy lip bite while hip thrusting at you and he wiggled away.
“Weirdo,” you chuckled, waving him off dismissively before turning to head towards another shop nearby.
From the safety of the cafe, a pair of 16 year olds eyes watched you go, and once Dabi was out of sight, they made their move to follow you.
Aimlessly you walked into one of the shops and checked through the sale racks, pulling on the clothes and looking each one over.
As you slowly moved along, a younger girl joined you. You were aware she was there but you didn’t look at her- until she reached for the same dress that you had just pulled at.
“Oh sorry,” you said blandly, letting go to move to another one.
“It’s fine,” she said brightly, “we must have the same tastes in clothes, this one is really pretty.”
“Yeah, it’s cute,” you replied, still not really into the conversation.
“Hey, uh, I hope this isn’t like, weird or anything, but I saw you earlier at the cafe with a guy… I think he might be, like… involved with my volleyball team?”
You looked at her.
“Are you in the junior girls team?” you asked.
“Yeah, I am, I’m the ace and main server but that’s not the point,” she said flippantly, “I’m honestly not that good.” She let out a ‘please tell me I’m amazing’ type laugh and you forced a half smile.
“That’s cool,” you replied, still trying to find a way to escape.
“So, like, is her your boyfriend or something?” she asked.
“Yeah,” you replied bluntly.
“Oh… ok… so anyway,” she said, “I’m pretty sure he tells you everything about the team already so there’s no need to worry, huh?”
“What do you mean?” you asked, pausing a little.
“Hmm?” she hummed, pretending that she had gone back to searching through clothes before you interrupted her, “oh, you know… just someone he’s been seeing in the team.”
You stopped and turned to her.
“Explain,” you demanded.
“Oh? You didn’t know? Are you sure he tells you everything?” she asked, her supposed innocence not fooling you for a second.
You gave her a dark look, so she continued.
“I mean… I’ve been trying to tell her that it’s not right, but like, he should know better… it’s basically pedophillia… which is pretty sick.”
Your blood boiled and you clenched your hands into fists, doing your best to refrain from punching her.
“I asked for an explanation,” you said darkly, your jaw clenching as you spoke, “now talk.”
“Oh, it’s just this girl in my volleyball team who has been seeing your boyfriend. She told me they’re dating. Which is wrong on soooo many levels,” she stated, “it’s disgusting actually.”
You didn’t wait to hear any more about it and just turned and left, leaving her there to grin evilly as you stormed off.
“Suck that, Dabi,” the 16 year old thought smuggly, “that’s for ruining the team. Good riddance.”
You stormed down the road, blinded by anger.
“It can’t be true?! Can it? Dabi wouldn’t do that?!”
You didn’t know what to do, should you go home and let it fester, or go straight to the volleyball courts and confront Dabi?
Or, a third option, go back and punch the smugness out of that bitch who so happily told you your boyfriend might be cheating on you, with a possible 16 year old? You didn’t even know her name!”
“WHAT THE FUCK!” you screamed out into nowhere as you walked.
You decided to go home, but the minute you got there you wanted to confront Dabi, so left again and went straight to the local hall.
As you approached the hall you could hear people practicing inside and you slid the door open and looked around for Dabi.
He was setting up a few empty bottles on the ground for the girls to try and hit with their serves and everyone looked at you, while you stared him down.
“Oi,” you barked at him.
He looked up and saw you, grinning from ear to ear.
“Have you come to teach the girls how to… uh…”
“I’m not here for jokes, Dabi,” you snapped and his face fell.
“What’s up your a—, uh…”
“Come here,” you demanded.
“The fu— fudge, FUCK it’s hard to not swear, shit… I mean… damn,” he grunted with annoyance as he put the last bottle down and walked over to you at the door, “start hitting, girls, I’ll be back.” He called over his shoulder.
He pushed you backwards out the door and slid it closed, scowling as you smacked his hand away.
“What the fuck is up your ass?” he growled at you.
“Your fucking girlfriend’s head, that’s what,” you snapped angrily, “who the fuck is she?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” he replied, almost as angrily.
“I was just enlightened by someone on this team, that I met earlier today, that some other chick here is calling you her boyfriend? Who the fuck is she?”
“I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about,” he replied, “you’re the only girlfriend I have and it’s hard enough keeping you, the fuck, happy, so why in the fresh hell would I then go and get another one?” he replied firmly.
he did have point.
“Who did you hear that from?” he asked crossing his arms across his chest, “was she snotty? about this tall?” He held his hand up to about her height. “With— [gave defining features of the 16 year old who had spoken to you earlier]?”
“Umm, yeah… why?” you asked.
“Because she’s a bitch and I called her out on her plays and she’s hated me ever since,” he replied.
“So she made it all up?” you asked, a little embarrassed that you had gone off like that.
From the corner of your eye you saw one of the girls pull her head back inside the hall and you hung your head.
“Sorry. Man… I shouldn’t have blown up like that,” you sighed, “sorry… Dabi.”
“What the fuck,” he sighed, “ok. You good now? I have to go and teach and make an excuse for your flying fuckery interrupting the lesson.”