“But we could have done with that money,” you said in a broken voice, more tears falling.
“I don’t give two fucks,” Dabi replied confidently, “we’re fine.”
You smiled through the tears and reached across the middle console to hug him, wiping your eyes and nose on his sleeve.
“Ugh! I can feel that through my shirt,” he grunted, trying to pull his arm away.
“Nooo,” you wailed, “this is my comfort sleeve, give me back my comfort sleeve.”
“Eww, is that snot?! Oh my fucking god, you did not just wipe your snooty ass nose on my sleeve!”
“YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH MY SNOT, SHUT UP,” you cried playfully.
A playful half wrestle ensued as Dabi pulled up into the driveway and you got out of the car and chased him up into the house.
That following week at college, Dabi seemed on edge, looking over his shoulder many times while in the halls.
“Oi? You good?” You checked over your shoulder as he glanced back again for the millionth time.
“That guy is stalking me,” Dabi grunted, jerking his head back over his shoulder again.
“Who?” you asked, looking back into the crowd of people.
“Dude in the white shirt with sunglasses.”
You looked back again and waited for some of the students in the hall to clear, only just catching a glimpse of the guy in the white shirt before he disappeared back into the crowd.
“Do you know him?” you asked.
“What does he want?”
“Wants to look up my asshole… how the fuck am I supposed to know?” he grunted with unease.
“It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine,” you said, getting a little riled up due to Dabi’s discomfort at being watched.
Throughout the day, you kept catching glimpses of this guy as well, through classroom windows, disappearing behind the corners of the hallways… Dabi was less than impressed about all of this, but he was too creeped out to actually approach this guy so he let it slide.
It was getting to the end of the day now and you and Dabi were getting ready to go home. You were walking towards the college doors, when ahead, you saw the stalker guy from earlier just leaning up against the front doors.
Dabi stiffened as he walked towards him, but he didn’t falter and as he got level with the guy, intending to ignore him and walk straight past.
“You’ve noticed me,” the guy suddenly said with a coy smirk on his face.
The coy smirk was knocked from his face instantly though when Dabi had him slammed up against the wall back first.
“I’m about to notice your face all over this wall,” Dabi growled.
The guy let out a low chuckle and composed himself despite still being pressed to the wall, and then boldly stared Dabi down.
“What do you want?” Dabi snarled menacingly.
The guy let out a small huff of amusement through his nose and took a small business card from his pocket and held it up between his and Dabi’s face.
“This,” he said.
Dabi looked at it, then took it roughly from the guys hand.
“Blue flames?” he asked.
Gingerly and curiously you stepped up beside your man to look at the card.
“Call the number on it,” the guy said as he suddenly shoved Dabi off him.
“And if I don’t?” Dabi asked as he stepped back.
“Then you don’t play,” the guy replied as he fixed his glasses and pushed his hands into his pockets.
You took the card from Dabi and looked it over as your man and this guy stared each other down, then the guy turned and left, with Dabi scowling after him.
“Blue flames?!” you gasped, “the V league?!”
“Yeah,” Dabi grunted.
“Oh my fucking god?! They want you to play for the team?!”
“This is fucking awesome!”
“Why aren’t your excited?! this is an opportunity of a lifetime!”
“That asshole has ruined my mood but I’m stoked. I’m stoked but pissed. Angry happy…”
“Stissed?” you offered, mashing the words stoked and pissed together.
“Yeah,” Dabi said again, still in an angry voice.
“Call the number! You need to call!” you urged him, grabbing his arm and shaking it.
He grunted with acknowledgment but still didn’t move or take the card from you and you shook him harder.
“I’ll do it in my own time,” he snapped.
“Woah, calm down?” you replied, “he’s gone now, ok? Down boy. We need to get home!”
You managed to drag Dabi home and after pestering him for hours, he finally rang the number, but unfortunately he insisted on taking the call away from you so you had to wait on tender hooks until he came back.
“I’ve got tryouts on Wednesday,” he said gruffly when he walked back into the lounge room.
“That’s awesome!” you squealed, “can I come and watch?”
“Awww, why?” you pouted, “I wanna see you play…”
“No. Let me do this on my own, and you can come to a game if I get into the team.”
“You’ll get in, I know you will,” you said confidently, “who was that guy, did you ask?”
“Yeah. One of the team members… what a dick.”
“This is going to be interesting then?” you chuckled, “good luck on Wednesday.”
Wednesday evening, you waited nervously at home for Dabi to appear.
“He’s taking so long… I hope that’s a good thing!” you thought, looking out the window for the 20th time.
Finally the car headlights appeared down the road and pulled into your driveway and you raced out to meet him at the car.
As he hopped out you saw he had the Blue Flames league clothes on and you screamed with excitement.
“You did it! You did it! Did you get onto the team?! You have the uniform on!”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, obviously happy that he had successfully made it onto the team.
“What about that guy? Did you see him?”
“Yeah… he’s a fucking good player… asshole,” Dabi grunted, making you laugh again.
“I’m so happy you made it onto the team, that’s awesome,” you said with a smile as you kept your arms around his middle and grinned up at him, “you’re a professional player now!”
“I haven’t even played a game yet,” he said.
“I don’t care, you’re still a professional in my eyes,” you replied.
“You’re a Simp,” he snorted with amusement, bending his head to kiss your lips.
“Let’s go out for dinner to celebrate,” you said excitedly, letting go of him and turning to run back inside.
“I can think of something better than going out for dinner,” he smirked, grabbing at your ass as you ran away from him.