“No! Not now, I need something in my belly,” you replied smacking his hand away.
“If I rail you hard enough it will hit your belly.” He smirked.
“No, I pledge my allegiance to the chicken nuggets, get away from me, Satan.”
“Harsh, but fair,” he shrugged, giving up and pushing his hands into the pockets of his new gym pants.
As you’d expected, the uniform was all black sporting electric blue panels down the sides with electric blue stitching and the number 2 on the back in white with blue edging.
“Number 2!” you squealed when you saw the number on his shirt.
“That’s caused a bit of a stir,” he said, “that guy wasn’t happy about it.”
“What’s his name?” you asked.
“Fueji,” Dabi replied, “Hanta Fueji. Been on the team for a while but hasn’t really gotten anywhere. I heard he had tried out for the MSBY black jackal team because his friends are on the team but he didn’t get a place.”
“Who are his friends?” you asked curiously, you knew some of the players on the team but only by face and name, not personally.
“The Miya twins,” Dabi replied, “they’re relatively well known.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of them,” you replied, “well hopefully he can swallow his pride for a bit… too bad that he doesn’t get to wear number 2.”
“He was lowkey pissed, but I’ll show him I’m better than him anyway,” Dabi said with a shrug, pulling his shirt up and off to change before going out for dinner.
The scarring across his back drew your attention and you took a second to admire him, your eyes lidding with your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched his back muscle flex while he changed.
He quickly pulled his new top on then turned around with a hand sliding through his hair to ruffle it a bit, then with a crooked smile, he jerked his head towards the door, “ready?” he asked.
“Let’s go,” you said with a smile.
Over the next few weeks Dabi got acquainted with the team and you got promoted to manager of the corner store.
Your boss was getting older and he was looking for someone to take on a little more at work as he was finding it hard to keep up with everything… so seeing as you were the oldest of his employees, he decided to ask you first.
You said yes.
Along with the manager position, you got a payrise but then you also had to do stocktake, ordering, and deal with complaints, so that was a little more work but you had been working there for almost a year now and you knew what to do… most of the time… so it was fine.
On the weekends you would go to watch Dabi practice. It was really good to see him balls deep in volleyball again, you could tell he loved it and he seemed to have planted himself into the team really well.
One afternoon, you turned up just in time to see the team members pulling names out of a hat to practice with each other.
“Dabi and… Fueji,” the coach called.
The look on Dabi’s face said it all and Fueji could feel the tension from where he was standing down the line a bit.
“Lucky me, I get to practice with the great ace, I wonder what his highness will teach me today?” he asked sarcastically to no one in particular as he swept his light grey hair back with his fingers as he smirked at Dabi.
“Maybe today I’ll teach you to beg and roll over like the good dog you are,” Dabi replied dryly, making a few other team mates smirk.
This made Fueji prickle with annoyance and his golden green eyes narrowed a bit. It didn’t matter how many insults he threw at Dabi, the spikey haired ravenette always had a comeback.
“Play nice,” the coach warned to the two alpha boys, sending them further down the court to practice overhead passes to each other.
Dabi was practicing his height and direction when passing, where as Fueji, who was supposed to be practicing the same, was sending the ball everywhere else- on purpose- just to make Dabi run to get under it.
“Can you fucking fix your aim, asshole?” Dabi snapped after a while.
Fueji seemed pleased that he had managed to upset Dabi and grinned as he hit the ball again.
“Your legs getting tired, baby?” he teased.
“Nope,” Dabi replied, “but your stomach is…”
“Huh?” Fueji asked, taking his eyes off the ball just as Dabi got under it to receive it but instead of sending it up he spiked it directly at Fueji’s torso, forcing the grey haired player to grunt loudly and double over with the force.
“What’s wrong?” Dabi asked with zero concern, picking the ball up as it rolled back to him, “need a break? Yeah, me too, you’re annoying and I can be doing much better practice with a brick wall.”
And with that he walked off with the ball under his arm, leaving Fueji to hold his stomach and groan.
You had witnessed all of this, and got up from your seat to follow Dabi and have a talk to him. As much as you found Fueji annoying, you could see just how similar the two were and somewhere deep down you felt like Fueji was just trying to get accepted by Dabi but his way of trying to get Dabi’s attention was just… annoying… unfortunately.
“Hey,” you called to Dabi as he stepped outside.
“What?” Dabi snapped, turning to look at you.
“Hey, calm down, it’s just me,” you said with your arms raised in surrender.
“Sorry… that Fueji dick has really gotten under my skin. I love being on a pro team but he really rubs me the wrong way,” Dabi growled, throwing the volleyball at the wall and catching the fast rebound.
“Have you even tried to give him a chance?” you asked gently, “I think he just wants you to accept him… that’s the feeling I get because I’ve seen him—,”
“Give him a chance?! GIVE HIM A CHANCE?! Have you even heard the guy? He just straight up embarrasses himself with his idiotic comments. Fuck him. I’m not going to give him any chances, the fuck?”
“Baby,” you said gently with a sympathetic smile, “I know he’s annoying, I’ve seen him in action, but you know what? I see a lot of him in you… and vice versa, you’re pretty similar…”
“I take offense at that,” Dabi grunted with a pissed look on his face, “we’re nothing alike. He’s a giant dick and I have a giant dick.”
“I can literally hear him saying something like that,” you chuckled, gently placing a hand on Dabi’s arm.