“So you told people we were dating?” he asked, baffled by this revelation.
“N-No, not exactly, I just… didn’t correct them… I liked the thought of you being mine… you protected me and—,”
“You know I have a girlfriend, right? You know I love her more than life itself, right?”
That stung poor Omawei’s heart.
“B-But I love you too!” she said in a quivering, yet bold voice, standing up for herself, “if you give me a chance, I can—,”
“You are 14 YEARS OLD!” he snapped angrily, trying to keep it gentle but losing his cool very quickly. “14! 14! You don’t even have pubic hair!”
This comment shocked her and he realized how very Dabithat line was and quickly backtracked.
“I don’t want to know,” he said quickly, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “I’m just trying to point out that you are far too young.”
The tears that had gathered at the corner of her eyes now grew too many in number and spilled down her cheeks as the realization of her rejection, by the guy she was crushing hard on, smacked her between the eyes.
“Who else knows about you not correcting the ‘boyfriend’ thing?”
“Umm,” she sniffed, half sobbing as she wiped the tears away, “our server…”
Dabi’s face darkened terrifyingly and Omawei thought he was going to explode but he just turned and walked away a few steps before turning around.
“Let it be know that I am NOT your boyfriend. I have never BEEN your boyfriend. And I love my girl more than anything else in this world.” He stated loudly, making her cry even harder.
He knew he should have been more gentle with her but he was so pissed at that point that his anger blinkered him to ever other emotion.
Storming off, he didn’t hear her run up behind him until she had thrown herself against his back, clinging to him.
“Please don’t go! Please don’t leave, I need you!”
“Let me go,” he said darkly, “you’re a child.”
The next bit was a blur as he fought her off and left, not looking back as she collapsed onto the ground and cried.
Some of her teammates witnessed the whole thing from the door of the hall- with mixed feelings- but they all had to admit that he made himself clear with with where he stood in regards to his relationship with you, and his very NOT relationship with Omawei.
A little later, while Omawei was being consoled by some of the girls, the 16 year old (who caused this mess) just so happened to show up.
“Oh? What happened?” she asked with overly fake concern as she approached one of the girls out of earshot of the sobbing Omawei.
“Dabi, umm… he said some mean stuff to Omawei. I don’t know everything but it sounds like Omawei wanted to be with him and he turned her down pretty harshly…”
“Oh?” the 16 year old hummed, glancing past the teammate to Omawei, “that’s sooo horrible, maybe we should ask coach Tonkata to fire him?”
“Uh…” the teammate hummed hesitantly, “well, I don’t know everything so, like…”
“No, I think he should be fired,” she said sternly, “I’m going to get my dad to talk to the coach…” And with that she turned and strolled away, a giant grin on her face.
Dabi fumed his way home to get the car, then drove angrily to your work to wait for you to finish so he could take you home but he turned up an hour and a half early and just sat in the car scowling at the brick wall outside your work.
You had seen his car turn up and you tried to look out the window to see him better, but the place he had chosen to park in was just outside of your line of sight and you grunted with frustration.
“Why’s he so early? What’s happened? Why hasn’t he come in yet?”
Being at work, you hadn’t checked your phone, so his message to you was still sitting unread in your inbox.
After an hour he finally hopped out and stormed inside.
“Oi,” he greeted you tersely, “did you get my message?”
“Umm? I’m at work?” you pointed to your uniform, and rolled your eyes sarcastically, “I have to leave my phone in my locker…”
“Since when do you play by the rules Miss goody two shoes?” he asked, half playing, half annoyed.
“Why are you here so early?” you asked, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Fuck, man,” he snapped, turning and faking a punch at the wall.
“Bro. Could you not do that on camera? They’re gonna think you’re robbing the place again. What happened?”
“Where do I start,” he groaned and turned to the counter, slumping his hands and arms down onto it.
You placed a hand on the back of his head and rubbed it gently.
“What happened?” you asked a little softer this time.
“Ok. First of all,” he said, looking up into your eyes, “I have NEVER fucking cheated on you so I don’t know what that bitch said to you but I just found out today that a fucking CHILD has a crush on me and she’s been telling everyone I’m her boyfriend. Ok well not telling everyone but somehow some people thought I was her boyfriend and she just didn’t correct them so that’s where these rumors have started. What’s worse is she’s the worst on the team and so, yes, I’ve been paying a little more PROFESSIONAL attention to her to pick up her skills because the team is only as strong as their weakest player so—,”
“Hey, it’s ok. I’ve had time to calm down and I trust you one hundred percent, yeah? I know you wouldn’t cheat on me,” you said honestly.
“She is fucking 14.” Dabi held a hand up as if to say ‘what the hell’.
“I’M SORRY WHAT?!”
“I thought they were all 16, not that it makes it any better?”
“No. She’s 14 and really made a hard pass at me but I sat her ass down.”
“Today. When I was leaving. That’s when I found out about all this…”
“You know what though, it’s all that 16 year olds bitches doing. I bet… I BET she is running to your boss right now to taddle on you and spin the story to get you fired. OH MY FUCK. FUCKING WAFFLE ASS BITCH! SHE HAD BETTER NOT—,” your voice trailed off as you ran for the staff room door and raced through, grabbing your phone then running back, “I’m not letting you get fired like this. She’s gonna see a whole other universe when I slap her. She had better pray I don’t slap her back to her previous motherfucking life…”