Like a man possessed, Fueji really stepped up to the plate, and as the final few seconds of the game played out, the opposing team once again targeted Dabi.
Fueji, unable to get across the court in time to block the serve, had to watch as Dabi took the ball on in an overhead receive, his face scrunching up as the ball came in contact with his badly bruised fingers.
“Fueji, take it home!” Dabi shouted as he pushed the ball skywards.
The grey haired player ran forward and squatted under the ball, getting a nice deep receive in and shouting back to his raven haired teammate.
“Yours,” he shouted, “ace this shit!”
Dabi grinned and cast his eyes over the net, quickly calculating all of the options he had.
The opposite team were all on edge now but their captain urged them to get in close as, by now, it was obvious that Dabi had little to zero power left in both hands so they ran forwards to cover the front of the court.
“Fuck them up, Dabi!” Fueji shouted as your man ran forwards and jumped up, his left hand rearing back.
Two of the blockers at the front paused, then jumped, shifting across a little to block his left hand… but at the last second, Dabi rotated his body and smacked the ball with his right hand that seemed to come up out of nowhere, sending the ball neatly past the blockers and down onto the floor in and effortless win.
The scream from the crowd was deafening… or wait… no. That was you, screaming so loud you almost burst your own eardrums.
The Blue Flames team ran to Dabi and hoisted him up, jumping and shouting with praise.
“Fueji!” Dabi shouted, reaching his good hand out to the grey haired player and grabbing him by the hand and hoisting him up onto the shoulders of the players as well so they could share in the accolades.
The pair shouted a few things at each other and laughed together with the team still bounced around with glee.
The game was won… and so too had ended the fight between Dabi and Fueji as the pair shook hands and embraced.
As the cheering died down, you ran down the stairs to check on your man and burst through the back doors to find him.
“Dabi! Your hand!” you hissed when you got to him.
“Shh, I’m fine,” he lied.
You grabbed his wrist and looked at his pinky finger and ring finger… they were both swollen badly.
“You’re not fine! They’re broken, look at the swelling! What happened?”
“Our hands collided.” He jerked his head towards the guy who had reached across the net, “I guess it was just a bad angle.”
“That asshole! I’m gonna rip him a new one,” you seethed.
“It’s fine, he going fouled,” Dabi replied calmly.
“You’re way too calm about this,” you growled.
“I know, right?” Fueji commented as he stepped up beside you, “I wanna go and punch his head in so far his lips become his new asshole.”
“That’s a good one, I like that one,” Dabi said.
“I swear you two are the same person just with different hair colour,” you deadpanned, doing your best to hide the smile that so desperately wanted to appear on your face.
“You good?” Fueji asked Dabi, looking at the ravenette’s hand.
“Yeah. I’ll ice it.”
“No you won’t, you”ll come with me to the doctors!” You demanded.
“Sorry, but I’m gonna agree with your girl. You’d better get it checked. We need that hand.”
“DON’T reply that, Dabi, I swear to god,” you said quickly when you could feel the intent from him to make some lewd comment about ‘needing a hand’.
“And DON’T you say anything either!” you quickly snapped at Fueji when you heard him inhale to say something.
“Blocked.” Dabi and Fueji said at the same time, then looked at each other and smirked.
“Oh my god,” you whispered underneath your breath, “ok, go and do your ceremony thing and I’ll see you after,” you said, dropping Dabi’s hand and turning away.
“Hey,” Dabi said to Fueji once you had left, “thanks.”
“Don’t thank me,” Fueji said, turning around to walk away, “We won, that’s all that matters.”
Dabi smirked as the teammate walked off, then the announcer called for everyone to come to the foreground so the awards ceremony could commence.
After the ceremony, you walked with Dabi to the car and then you both got in. Unfortunately you hadn’t been bothered to get your license yet so you couldn’t drive… so Dabi had to drive… which was painful for his hand but he didn’t complain.
The next morning, you both skipped class to go to the doctors and the x-rays showed that Dabi had a fracture line in his pinky finger. It wasn’t displaced so he wouldn’t need surgery but the doctor heavily bandaged it and told him to not move it too much for the next 6-8 weeks with a rebooking at 5 weeks.
“Looks like you’ll have to jerk me off now,” Dabi sighed as you both got back into the car after the appointment.
“I already do,” you snorted, “plus, you have your other hand.”
“I can’t jerk with the other hand.”
“Well…” he shrugged, making you laugh.
“I don’t want to know,” you chuckled.
The next 6-8 weeks flew by, and Dabi and Fueji became closer and closer and on most days now they would both come home together and hang out for a bit before Dabi would drive him home.
This was all good and well , except for the fact that end of year exams were coming up and their raucous noise in the lounge room was very distracting while you studied upstairs.
“Are you ever going to study?!” you asked Dabi as you stormed down the stairs after he had seen Fueji off at the door.
“Nah,” he replied with a smirk, “I don’t need to. I have a profession, I have a wife, and she makes the money, and I’m the king.”
“You’re a shit king. Get on your knees so I can step on your head,” you said, clicking your fingers to make him get down on the floor.
This awoke some alpha instinct within Dabi and he lunged at you, pinning you to the wall and his teeth and tongue traced and nibbled on your neck.
“Down!” you giggled, “down, Dabi.”
“No one tells the king what to do,” he rasped in your ear.
“I don’t care!” you replied in a strained voice, trying to struggle out from between him and the wall.