“Yeah, sorry again,” you mumbled, turning and walking away, “if that bitch turns up here, text me.”
“I won’t, because I’m not good at cleaning up blood. I’ll talk to her myself,” he called after you.
“Yeah ok, see you after work,” you yelled back to him.
“I’ll come get you,” he shouted before walking back to the door of the hall and entering.
You sighed again.
“I’m so dumb. How could I haven believed her just like that…”
Dabi stepped back into the gym and everyone looked at him.
“Ok, back to work,” he called, “let’s go.”
Sheepishly, the girls fell back into place again and kept practicing. Most of them had overheard you and Dabi outside, and had been whispering,… and Omawei had even looked out the door.
She looked over at Dabi as she waited in line to serve and he looked at her and gave her a small nod of recognition then looked away.
“Does that mean he and that girl have broken up now?” she thought, looking down at the ball in between her hands, “I actually hadn’t even thought if he had someone...”
Knowing that she shouldn’t be feeling happy about what she had overhead between you and Dabi, she couldn’t help but feel it… a sense of relief almost washing over her.
“Could I, possibly, have a chance with him now?” she thought, stepping to the front of the line and throwing the ball up.
Up it went and she tensed and jumped, smacking it across the net and nailing one of the bottles on the ground on the other side- sending it bouncing away on the wooden boards.
“Good,” Dabi called, clapping his hands and nodding, “next up!”
Omawei beamed over at him, elated that he had praised her, but by the time she looked, he had already moved his attention to the next girl so she quickly got out of the way and made her way to his side.
“A-Are we all doing good?” she asked shyly.
“Yeah,” he grunted at her, his eyes still watching the girls who were serving, “try again!” He then shouted to one of the girls who had missed her shot and got the ball tangled in the net.
Omawei nodded and remained beside him, watching the other girls practice. Just being by his side was enough to make her happy and she smiled to herself while squealing internally about being able to stand next to him.
Dabi was too caught up watching the practice to notice that Omawei was still there but in the back of his mind his detective mode was hunting down the root of the rumors.
“Who the fuck is making up shit about me dating someone here… is there someone here who they got the idea from?” He scowleddeeply as he thought about it.
He still hadn’t seen the 16 year old trouble maker turn up and he was waiting for her to show her face- then he was gonna have a stern work with her.
“Hey, uh… Dabi? Is it ok if you practice with me a little later?” Omawei’s soft voice asked him.
He looked at her. Truth be told he had completely forgotten she was there still.
“Nah, gotta pick my girlfriend up after work,” he said casually.
Omawei looked visibly crestfallen and then it clicked for him. Had the 16 year old seen him walking Omawei home and thought she had found something to hold over his head?
“That bitch,” he seethed internally.
Feeling like he needed to get away from Omawei, he returned his attention to the practicing girls and called for them to stop for a second.
“Ok,” he called, approaching the group, “teams of 2, switching in and switching out.”
He very quickly organized the girls into teams of two and set them up to have matches then he stood back against the wall and watched.
He had always been focused on the games and plays so he hadn’t seen Omawei paying him special attention but this time he looked out for it and, yes, she was indeed giving him special attention- giving him looks, glancing at him, blushing and looking away when he caught her looking, smiling brightly whenever he praised her… the signs were all there.
“Fuck. Ok I see what’s happened now,” he thought with annoyance, “this toddler here has gone and gotten a crush on me and had told miss 16 year old bitch about it, who has then spun the story and riled Y/N up to spite me. Fuck her, man, she has it coming…”
Wanting to text you the second he had figured it out, he pulled his phone out and discreetly sent you the message, telling you that he had figured out what had happened and he would explain it all when he picked you up tonight.
He put his phone back in his pocket and saw Omawei was watching him again.
He felt repulsed.
Slowly the lesson ticked by and eventually it was time for him to go.
He couldn’t wait to leave, he just suddenly felt so uncomfortable being there but as he left he heard Omawei call out to him.
“For fucks sake,” he groaned internally, turning slowly to face her. “What.” He asked bluntly, sounding far harsher than he had meant to sound.
“Uh… umm… sorry to bother you, but thank you for your hard work today, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me and—,”
“Omawei, I need to ask you something,” he said sternly, his tone making her worry immediately.
“Y-Yes?” she asked.
“Me walking you home… has anyone asked you about that?” he asked pointedly, wanting to see if she would mention the other girl.
“Uh? No?” Omawei said, confused, “what do you mean?”
“Has anyone made comment about me walking you home?” he pressed.
Omawei suddenly remembered that the boys on her block thought she was dating Dabi and she panicked, thinking one of them had said something to Dabi and he had found out.
She went bright red and looked down at the ground.
“What’s being said?” he asked again.
“I-I’m sorry I… I should have corrected them,” she whispered in fear, “for some reason I just didn’t think that you already had someone but…”
“Corrected who?” he asked, “about what?”
“Umm… about you being my boyfriend…”
“YOUR WHAT?!”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just… I really look up to you and I really like you. You’re so nice to me and you took the time to train me. I… I love you Dabi, I really do.” she admitted, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.
Dabi was shocked to hear it come from her mouth and just froze, staring at her and trying to work out what to say next.