“You’re kinda serious?” You asked quizzically. “You don’t sound very convincing.”
Dabi walked towards the net and ducked under it, walking right over to you, his turquoise eyes locked onto you as he moved.
“I’ve never been more serious about anyone or anything in all my life.” He said lowly as he scooped an arm around your back and pulled you into him. “I don’t want anyone else but you.” He added. “Be mine forever?”
“I-idiot!” You replied, quite flustered by his forwardness. You still didn’t believe he was that serious about you.
“He’s just trying to assert dominance over me.” You thought.
“I’ll give you time to think about it.” He said softly, “just… don’t say no….”
“What kind of options do I have then?!” You scoffed.
“Yes or yes.” Dabi replied nonchalantly as he let you go and walked away, heading back to the other side of the net.
“Looks like I better win then so you take me to dinner because I don’t know if your options are fair!” You called after him.
“Ok ok,” Dabi called as he turned around to face you, crouching slightly to ready himself to return your serve. “Your choices are yes or mega yes.”
You snorted. “Ok well when I win I’m gonna get pizza with HEAPS of olives and you have to eat them.” You jeered.
“Awww, babe you know I hate olives.” He said with a sad look on his face.
“Well it’s eat 3 olives or eat more.” You replied. “It’s about as fair as your wager so what are you complaining about?”
“Yeah, but you like me so my wager is good with both options.” He replied with a smirk.
You scowled slightly. “Something feels odd about this wager thing though, I feel railroaded.”
“Ok well option THIS.” You shouted, running towards the court and springing up while tossing the ball up.
Your hand connected squarely with the ball and it went jetting across the net straight towards Dabi.
He jumped back slightly so he could get his arms under it from behind and barely managed to get any power in it to send it back to you but it made it back to your side of the net through sheer momentum off your serve.
You were ready for it and jumped to spike it straight down but Dabi was already one step ahead of you and punched under it just as you had touched it, sending it back up into the air above you.
You crouched again when you landed and jumped, stretching up to tap it over the net over with your hand but Dabi had jumped too and his height gave him an advantage, allowing him to pitch it over the top of your fingers and drop it down behind you.
“Damn it.” You cussed as you landed.
“That’s the first step down the aisle, baby.” Dabi said proudly as he walked backwards to his start point. “Because I’m so generous, I’ll let you serve again.” He added with a sly wink.
Your brows knitted in annoyance for a split second then you re-focused.
You turned around and retrieved the ball, walking back to the edge of the court and lining up your next toss.
You threw it straight up and made it look as if you were going for a hard serve but at the last minute you punted it with a flat palm and did the most beautiful floating serve anyone had ever seen.
“Shit!” Dabi grunted as he realized what you had done and ran forward to return it but the ball was all over the place and he failed to save it.
“Do you want one can or 2 of olives on your pizza?” You called out cheekily.
It was an even score. 2 all.
“This is the decider, baby. Start thinking about your wedding dress, yeah? Or are we just gonna skip straight to consumating?” He leered, tongue poking out slightly to add to the suggestiveness of his comment.
“I’m so glad everyone has either left or is still changing you perverted strip of bacon.”
He laughed and picked up the ball.
“I’ll serve this time.” He said, walking back to the start point.
He lobbed you a huge serve but being a libero you returned it easily, sending it to the furtherest point from him.
His lankiness gave him extra reach so unfortunately he managed to get his arm under it and send it back to you, you swiftly returned it to mid court and he returned that one as well, sending it to the back of your court.
You turned and ran back, punting it over your shoulder without looking to see where it had gone and as luck would have it, when you turned, you saw it had gone to the net on an ‘impossible to return’ angle and sunk down on his side, sending him sliding off court in his desperate attempt to return it.
“Yasss bitch! Pizza it is!” You hollered, doing a victory dance.
Dabi rolled and picked himself up off the court.
“Let’s go round 2 babe!” He called hopefully.
“Nah dude, you lost, you owe me dinner, I’m hungry, LET’S GO!” You replied brightly.
He sighed. “Ok fiiiiine, but only because you’re cute and you’re my wife.”
“Wait! I never agreed to be your wife! You haven’t even proposed yet!” You yelled.
“Ok, Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked, stopping dead in his tracks and looking at you.
“Nope!” You responded with a grin.
“But why?” He asked, his shoulders slumping.
“Wait is he being serious? He actually looks like he’s seriously asking… like, genuinely asking?! … surely not? Nah, he’s just playing.”
“I’m just messing, baby boy, just like you are.” You replied with a wink, walking over to him with ball under arm.
“But…I’m not messing…” he replied, his turquoise eyes flashing with unknown emotions as he looked away.
You felt a little uncomfortable so changed the subject. “Uh…ok well let’s get dinner, yeah? We have plenty of time to chat…”
He nodded glumly as walked off to get changed while you turned to put the ball away and clean up for him.
“Why is he like this all of a sudden?” You thought.
Dabi entered the now empty change room and sighed. So much had happened in his life but the only thing he felt was a consistently good thing. Was you.
You had become intrinsically tied with his emotional stability and he feared if he lost you he would go off the deep end.
“If I ask her to marry me then that’s the it! She’ll say yes, and I won’t have to worry about anything ever again.”
That had been his thought pattern.