And then, as if my magic, or the powers of fanfiction, Dabi walked in.
You looked past Fueji and saw Dabi, then panicked immediately.
“Shit! This is not good timing at all!” you screamed internally.
Fueji saw the look on your face and turned around, freezing the second he saw his teammate.
Dabi stopped as well and there was a heavy standoff between the two.
“Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t say anything stupid,” you begged internally to Fueji.
And thankfully, by some stroke of luck- or again, the powers of fanfiction, he didn’t say anything this time, but just put his head down and walked out the door past Dabi.
“What are you doing here?” you asked Dabi, “you’re supposed to be on the team? Practicing?”
“I left,” he said, “I told you I was going to.”
“Babe, you can’t! I just spoke with Fueji—,”
“—yeah I saw that. What the fuck was he doing here?”
“Can you just breathe for a second and let me speak?” you snapped, “I get that you’re worked up but I have new information for you.”
“Ok. What?” he asked gruffly, walking over and reaching across the counter to pull you forwards so he could kiss you.
You caved and let him have a quick tongue kiss then told him about what Fueji had said.
“It doesn’t change that he’s a dick,” Dabi replied, “I don’t care what his reasons are. I don’t like him, and I don’t like working around him so I left. I’m not putting up with that bullshit.”
“Well, he wasn’t there today because he didn’t want to annoy you,” you replied.
“Again, I don’t give a flying fuck,” Dabi said, “I’m gonna go home now, did you need me to pick you up tonight?”
“Yeah, on closing, if you could,” you said with a soft smile, “I’m sorry, you quit.”
“I’m not,” he replied, turning and leaving the store.
You sighed as you watched him go, then got to work while pondering over the afternoon’s happenings.
Dabi got home and had a shower, angrily scrubbing his hair under the flow of water while he thought about what had happened with the coach at the centre.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was super bummed that he wasn’t going to be able to play professionally and he had been looking forward to their first game that was coming up soon.
“Fuck. Things just aren’t going my way at the moment,” he thought with a scowl on his face as he washed the rest of himself then got out and slung a towel around his waist, water still dripping from his downward spikes of hair and racing down his steaming physique.
As he walked out into the bedroom, he heard his phone ding, alerting him to the fact that he had missed a call… so curiously he walked over and looked at it.
It was a missed call from his coach, as well as a message, asking Dabi to call him back when he got a chance.
Curiously, he rang the coach back and pressed the phone to his ear.
When the coach picked up, Dabi greeted him and waited to hear why he had received a call.
“Listen,” the coach said, “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Fueji but he just came in here and told that me if you agreed to come back onto the team then he would quit. He said the team needs you and if it means that he has to go, then so be it.”
“So…what?” Dabi asked.
“I’m asking if you’ll reconsider coming back onto the team if he leaves,” the coach asked, “you’re a good player and you work well with everyone… would you consider it?”
Dabi thought for a moment, all of your words flashing through his mind in a hot minute, and he groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose as he warred with his options.
“Ok, you know what, put me back on, but don’t drop Fueji. Give us a week, and then I’ll talk to you again at the end of the week,” he said.
“Yeah, ok,” the coach replied, “I’ll tell him.”
“Cool. See you tomorrow,” Dabi said, a weight lifting from his shoulders at the thought of being on the team still.
“Y/N will be happy to hear about this,” he thought with a smirk as he dried himself then put clothes on, he was looking forward to seeing you in extreme happy mode- that was his favorite of your different emotional settings… it reminded him of a puppy.
A few hours later, he was standing -back first- against his car, and when you left the store you smiled as you approached, then you saw the look on his face and gave him a dubious look.
“You look happy? Why do you look happy? Did you kill someone? OH GOD… you didn’t. Is he in a ditch somewhere? Do we need to leave the country?”
“Are you done?” Dabi teased, “I haven’t murdered anyone. I’m back on the team again.”
“What?!” you gasped with excitement, your face glowing with delight, “seriously?! What happened? How?”
“Apparently Fueji said to the coach that if I come back on the team he’ll leave BUT… I told the coach not to drop him just yet. I’ll give him a week. I figure this is a good enough rap over the knuckles that he might just pull his head in and stop being a dickwad,” Dabi replied, trying not to grin as you squealed and bounced around with excitement.
“I’m so happy! I’m so happy!” you screeched, jumping up and down on the spot, “you’re such a good man! You didn’t make Fueji leave, I’m so proud of you for that!” You gushed, hugging him around the middle.
He placed a hand on your head and smirked down at you as you looked up at him lovingly.
“Yeah, I’m pretty amazing,” Dabi said boastfully which made you laugh with delight.
“Anyway, I’m just glad you’re back doing what you love and what you’re good at. Let’s head home, I wanna eat that packet of chips that’s been in the cupboard staring at me since yesterday,” you said, pushing off him and walking around to the other side of the car.
Dabi unlocked the doors and you both got in, had a quick kiss, then headed home.
“Only time will tell if dickwad decides to act right,” Dabi commented on the drive home, “if he still acts up then I’ll tell coach to drop him. It was his idea after all.”
“I think he’ll be ok now, he knows his ass is on the line,” you replied, reaching across to put a hand on Dabi’s knee.