Chance Ball Chapter 143: Go Y/N! Tell ‘im.

Dabi threw the ball against the wall again, then grunted with annoyance.

“I can see your point,” he said tersely, like he didn’t want to admit it.

“I don’t know how, but if you let him in a little he might get better? I don’t know how you would do that with your pride still intact,” you hummed, patting his arm again then turning back to the gym, “anyway, I’m going back in. You’ll have to explain to the coach why you walked out on practice.”

Dabi grunted again but didn’t follow you… he was already thinking over what you had said.

As you walked back inside you looked around for Fueji.

He was still where Dabi had left him, and although he was trying to hide it he looked very dejected, tossing the ball sullenly up against the wall.

“I don’t get guys? Why do they act so childish all the time? Why are guys considered tough and shit? They’re nothing but toddlers in men’s clothing.” You shook your head and went and sat back down on the bench seat.

A few minutes later, Dabi came in and Fueji saw him and immediately his whole form lifted, his aim became better and his movements more fluid… but Dabi didn’t even acknowledge his existence as he headed across the court.

Instead of going back to practice, Dabi walked over to the coach and had a chat, then got his bag and left.

Fueji looked crestfallen again and watched the irked ravenette, leave then walked over to another guy on the team and asked to join him.

That’s when you left and caught up to Dabi at the car.

“Couldn’t handle the heat?” you asked as you hopped into the passenger seat.

“I just wanna go home,” he grunted.

“Ok,” you shrugged. 

Dabi didn’t try and initiate anything with Fueji over the next few practice sessions. It was exact opposite in fact, he ignored him all together, not even reacting to his annoying comments or quips.

The next time you attended a practice session Fueji was very much subdued. He didn’t have his usual spark and his plays were off, so much so, that the coach pulled him from the practice match and benched him.

After the game, Dabi walked off to get his drink bottle and was midway through gulping the water down when Fueji called out to him.

“Bet you think you’re better than me because you played a full game,” he shouted at the unaware Dabi.

Dabi calmly finished his drink and threw the empty bottle into his gym bag before slinging the bag up and over a sweaty shoulder then calmly turned to look Fueji in the eye.

There was silence as everyone watched to see what Dabi would say, but he just let the silence hang, making the embarrassment weigh heavier over Fueji’s head.

When Dabi didn’t say anything, Fueji tried to taunt him into retaliating.

“Too good to talk to me?” he asked condescendingly, stretching back on the seat with his arms up behind his head to make himself appear bigger.

Dabi just snorted, then turned and left without saying a word and you got up and followed him out, still wondering what the fuck was up Fueji’s ass and why was he acting this way.

“Dude? What’s your deal?” you heard another player ask Fueji as you left.

“What?” Fueji shot back, “he thinks he’s so good because he was the captain of the Nekoma team? So what?”

“Bro. He plays well and he’s never tried to use his past successes to gain leverage. You’re just jealous that he got ace status immediately and you didn’t…” the player rebutted.

You smiled to yourself.

“At least the other players can see that Fueji is a dick and Dabi is not.”

“Did you hear the guys standing up for you?” you asked Dabi as you jogged to catch up to him.

“I’m gonna leave the team,” Dabi stated.

“What? No? Why? Don’t leave! You love volleyball, this is the best thing for you!” you begged.

“Yeah, I love volleyball, I don’t love guys who are full of themselves and make stupid comments 24/7,” he replied angrily, yanking his car door open as he got to it and throwing his bag into the back.

“Please, don’t leave,” you begged again, hopping into the passenger side.

“Fuck him,” Dabi grunted, “I’m out.”

You sighed unhappily but didn’t fight him on it, you had seen how Fueji treated Dabi and you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to be around that.

The next day you gave Dabi a kiss before he left for practice and then you got ready for work and headed in.

You had just gotten behind the counter when none other than Fueji walked in.

“Oh! Fancy seeing you here,” you said with a half pissed look on your face.

He looked at you, then looked down at the floor and froze.

“Dabi here?” he asked.

“No, of course not. He’s at practice… but because of you he’s decided to leave the team.”

“He… what?” Fueji asked, looking up at you, eyes wide with concern, “no… he can’t leave the team.”

“Well he is. Why are you such a dick to him? Honestly? What has he done to you?” 

“Nothing,” Fueji said, looking back down again and pushing his hands into his pockets while looking off to the side, “he’s done nothing.”

“Then why are you like this? Don’t even try and deny how you treat him. I heard the guys telling you off last night as well,” you said angrily.

“I know,” he said with annoyance, “I know, ok?”

“Then STOP,” you said with exasperation.

“Listen!” Fueji snapped, “he’s fucking amazing, ok? I’ve seen him play. I saw him play when he was at Nekoma and FUCK. It’s not fair. If I could play half as good as him I’d be laughing…”

“So you’re jealous then. You’re admitting you’re jealous.”

“Yeah? So?” he snapped defensively, “and I fucking admire him as well he is like no other player I’ve ever seen before.”

He looked up into your eyes and suddenly you understood all of his frustration.

“I can’t believe I get to be on the same team as him… this is like some kind of childhood dream come true but I don’t know what to do with that excitement… I just… I…”

“Ok. It’s ok,” you said, stopping him so he didn’t have to admit all of it to you, “but why aren’t you at practice tonight then? Why don’t you tell him all of this?”

“Tell him?!” He roared laughing, “you’re fucking insane. I’d never tell him this, I look pathetic enough.”

“It’s not pathetic to tell someone you admire them. What is pathetic is what you’re doing now,” you said, crossing your arms with annoyance.

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