Fueji was on his best behavior, as you suspected, but Dabi still wouldn’t talk to him. And Fueji certainly didn’t try and make conversation with the black haired ace either, so the two were at a stalemate.
Time ticked on and the game was quickly approaching. You were excited to see Dabi in action, on centre stage, and booked your tickets as soon as you could.
The morning of, you kissed Dabi goodbye and watched him go, then got ready and made your way to the bus stop to catch the bus in.
The local stadium was a hive of activity as you got off, and you quickly entered the building, located your seat, and sat down to watch.
Because you had booked so early, you got front row seats on the balcony and so draped yourself over the rails to call to Dabi below.
“Smash ’em, ace!” You cupped your hand to your mouth to amplify your words.
Dabi heard you and looked up into the stands.
“Oh look, my lucky charm is here,” he said loudly with a smirk up at you, “sit tight, baby, I’ll bring this game to a win then be up to get my kiss.”
You giggled and shook your head. He always said the same thing each game but you loved that he called you his lucky charm.
Warm ups began and you watched him spiking perfectly each time.
“He’s really on the ball today,” you thought with pride, then looked at Fueji, who was placidly throwing a ball up by himself and receiving it, “I wish those two would just talk it out.” Your face fell.
After a while, the opposing team entered, and started to warm up as well.
They looked tough but Dabi didn’t seem fazed so you didn’t let it rattle you either.
The game began and it was the Blue Flames who were serving first.
It was obvious that they had been practicing their plays because the first round went so smoothly it looked like the other team didn’t even get a chance to put anything in play before the ball was on the court on their side.
Dabi put one finger up to indicate that that was the first win and it wasn’t going backwards from there.
Over and over, Dabi spiked beautifully, straight shots, cross shots, any shot you wanted, he delivered.
The opposing team were starting to get frustrated and upset by this and so were getting desperate and it was during one duel at the nets that Dabi jumped to spike but the guy on the other side put a hand over the net and blocked his swing, which wasn’t allowed, and he got a foul for it, but something wasn’t right with Dabi’s hand.
Concerned, you watched as Dabi held his hand out of sight of his fellow players but kept it close to his body.
“Did their hands collide? Is Dabi ok? It looks like he’s having trouble straightening his fingers?”
You couldn’t call out to him to ask if he was ok so just had to watch and see what would happen.
Would Dabi sub out? You didn’t think he would.
The game started up again and Dabi started spiking with his other hand. He was naturally right handed but would sometimes opt for left when things weren’t working out like he originally planned.
“Yeah, he’s hurt his hand,” you thought as you watched him spike another straight with his left.
This change of hand for spiking was really throwing the opposite team, and giving the Blue Flames a steep advantage, but that didn’t take away from the fact he had gotten injured and hadn’t said anything.
A time out was called by the other team and Blue Flames gathered around to have a debrief.
During their huddle, you saw Fueji walk around to Dabi and tap him on the shoulder.
The pair stepped away from the rest of the team and spoke before Dabi showed Fueji his injured hand.
Fueji nodded and they spoke again then Fueji gave him a small smile and they joined the rest of the team again.
Over on the other side, the guy who had been fouled had seen that Dabi had switched hands and knew his reach across the net had resulted in Dabi’s injury so whispered to his team mates to gang up on Dabi.
There was a debate as to whether that would be a good idea or not by the more seasoned of the team knew that Dabi couldn’t maintain the strength and stamina in his left hand to the same effect that he could with his right, and figured if they wore him down it would put him out of the game entirely- which is what they wanted.
Back to the court both teams went at it again, and it was the opposing team’s turn to serve.
The server threw the ball up and took two running steps then put his whole being into the server, arching back then flinging his body forward to channel as much of his body’s momentum into the swing – aiming it straight for Dabi.
But before Dabi could try and receive it, Fueji jumped in and did a magnificent receive, sending it high for the setter to get under it.
“On your left!” Dabi called, waiting a few beats before starting his run.
The blockers on the other team moved into position- 3 abreast, and jumped just as Dabi did, but all of a sudden the ball shot to the right and was given to another hitter, who easily evaded the block and put the ball down neatly in the middle of the court.
Dabi sniggered at the blockers who all gave him a death stare for tricking them, then everything reset.
Every time they tried to get Dabi, Fueji was right there messing up their plans and so after a few very futile attempts, they switched to targeting Fueji.
This threw the grey haired player a bit and the Blue Flames lost a few opportunities to score but it didn’t take them long to get their feet back under them and as the numbers on the scoreboard climbed, so too did your hope that the Blue Flames would hold their lead and win.
At one point, Fueji checked in with Dabi and asked him something, to which Dabi shook his head and showed the player his hand- which had turned purple and swollen.
The look of pure rage on Fueji’s face matched yours and you cursed every single one of the opposing team players for hurting your man but thankfully Fueji was there to serve justice on your behalf.