Chance Ball Chapter 22: Cutting Grass

“You got volleyball practice tonight?” He asked you.

“Yeah, you?” You asked, kissing him on the lips lightly.

“Nah, not tonight, but I got a meeting with some people so I gotta head off after school.”

“Oh?” You cocked your head. “Everything ok?”

Dabi cleared his throat and looked away.

“Yeah, fine.”

“No, it’s not.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“It’ll be fine babe, don’t worry about it.” He said dismissively before picking up his books and putting them in his locker. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” He added, still avoiding eye contact.

“Why do you have to be such a hard ass for?” You said angrily, slamming your fist into the locker beside him.

He turned his head and looked at you.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled at it, throwing you off kilter.

“You wanna play cute, huh?” He growled, pushing you up against the locker and pinning you there with his body.

He bit your neck lightly and ran his tongue along your jawline, causing mewls of excitement to spill from your lips.

“Now behave!” He snarled with sexual undertones and let you go, walking off to his next class without looking back.

“Bastard.” You whispered under your breath while shaking your head.

“So you like it rough?” A sultry voice said from the left.

You looked.

“Uwaki.”

“None of your business.” You snapped at him as you turned and stormed past him.

He reached out and grabbed your arm as you came up beside him.

“I’m way better suited for you than that guy.” He said smuggly.

You squared up.

“You wanna fight?” You said sharply, puffing yourself up. “Don’t talk about me and my boyfriend like that you jealous asshat.”

You shook his hand off your arm and stomped off, maintaining lingering eye contact with him as you moved away.

You heard him give an amused snort but didn’t look back once you had broken eye contact.

………………………………………

That afternoon at volleyball practice you were distracted by the thought of Dabi, you had hoped he would have at least stayed for a bit of your practice but no luck.

You glanced up into the stands once again, praying his form would appear but the stands remained empty.

You sighed.

Then you caught a glimpse of the door at the back of the stands opening. Naturally you did a double take.

Uwaki walked through and sat in the back row.

You grimaced.

You kinda knew already that he was there for you and nobody else.

“God, why can’t these guys take hints!” You thought, scrunching your brow with annoyance and refusing to look again after that.

As practice ended he disappeared.

You were hoping beyond hope that he wasn’t waiting for you at the school gates and hung back a bit, waiting at the gym doors before stepping out. You grabbed a teammates arm as she reached the gym doors beside you and pulled her a little closer.

“Hey,” You whispered to her. “Can you look out there and tell me if there’s a guy with brown hair and hazel eyes waiting?”

“Who? Uwaki?” She responded.

“God, You already know who he is!?” You said, shocked.

“Uh, yeah? He’s hot! Of course I would know his name.” She scoffed.

“Ok, whatever, is he out there?” You asked.

She poked her head out the door and looked around.

“Nope.”

“Ok good.” You said with relief as you thanked her and popped your own head out to see if the coast was clear; it was, so you made a mad dash for the gate and freedom.

……………………………

The next day Uwaki cornered you in the classroom.

“Trying to avoid me yesterday?” He asked slyly.

“No. Why?” You lied.

“I know you asked about me after volleyball practice. You scared to fall for me, are you?” He asked with snide pride.

You laughed hollowly.

“You think you’re so good. Get out of my face.” You snarled.

……………………..

“Dabi! Stop it!” You hissed as he latched onto your neck from behind.

You were in the library getting books for an assignment and Dabi had followed you in there. He was there to check things out alright but it certainly wasn’t books.

He sucked hard and you spun around, smacking your lips onto his.

“If there’s a fucking hickey there I’m going to kill you.” You hissed angrily against his lips.

He smirked his usual fiendish smirk and pulled your body against his.

“Just marking my territory.” He snarled lowly.

His hand travelled to your lower back and slid down to your ass, the other making its way into your hair so he could get a good grip and kiss you ravenously.

You let your body melt into his, heat gathering between your legs instantly. Your body knew Dabi’s touch well and just the thought of him was enough to trigger a throbbing sensation in your core.

You felt the all too familiar bulge press against your clit and you moaned as he ground your hips against his.

“Oh sorry.” A sarcastic voice said from behind you, breaking up the heated moment between you and Dabi.

“You.” You spat vehemently when you looked over your shoulder and saw who it was.

“Hey, babe.” Uwaki replied with a wry smile.

“Umm and who are you?” Dabi shot condescendingly.

“Me? Oh, I’m just a really good friend of Y/N’s.” Uwaki replied, cocking his head and throwing Dabi a dazzlingly bright smile.

“You are not!” You snorted, releasing yourself from Dabi’s arms. “This is the asshole I told you about.” You said, looking at Dabi.

“Oh so you’re talking about me? I’m honoured.” Uwaki sneered sarcastically.

“You’re right, Y/N, this here is the epitome of assholeness. What’s your name?” Dabi asked the hazel eyed male, his body tensing.

“Uwaki.”

“Sorry? Bukkake?”

“Hilarious. You’re so original.”

The air in the library was getting thicker and thicker as the two testosterone filled males squared up.

“Woah! Ok.” You said suddenly feeling Dabi make a move from beside you. “Easy, Dabi, easy.” You coo’d trying to diffuse the situation.

“Oh look! Dabi can’t go against his little fling’s wishes.” Uwaki sniggered, egging Dabi on.

“Shut it, Bukkake.” You said loudly at Uwaki.

“Shhhh!” Dabi shushed you sharply. “Hush now or you’ll draw attention.” He said as he stepped in behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist and covering your mouth as he moved your head to the side so he could toy with the soft flesh of your neck.

He kissed and nibbled his way down from your ear to your shoulder, maintaining a strong, dominant eye contact with Uwaki.

Uwaki watched for a moment then spun on his heels and skulked away angrily.

Dabi smirked against your neck.

“Piece of cake.” He breathed. “Now… where were we?”

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