“You’re such a doofus.” You said with a giggle as he collapsed on top of you, engulfing you in a topless cuddle as he snuggled into your bare chest.
“Talk to me, Dabi, what is it that’s making you want to get married? Apart from being in love with me…” you said softly, running your fingers through his roguish black hair.
He lay quietly for a while and you just let the silence hang, waiting for him to reply you.
“I don’t want to sound like completely whipped, pussy ass bitch.” He finally said gruffly.
“Bitch, you’re already a whipped pussy ass, the fuck you on about? You think you’re hard?” You said with a laugh still ruffling his hair. “There’s honestly nothing you could say that could surprise me—ACTUALLY, scrap that because you are always full of surprises but anyway tell me…” you said in a slightly pleading voice.
He sighed heavily. “Ok, I’m being dead serious when I say this so if you laugh I’m gonna break into the school’s broadcasting room tomorrow and give a very detail run down of what we did tonight over the PA system.”
“I solemnly swear!” You said firmly. “God, how embarrassing.” You added with a shudder.
“Ok….look…. I just…You’re the only one who holds me down, you’re the only consistency in my really fucked up life.”
“Well, I understand that, but that’s not really the best reason to get married? I mean…I love you too but I think maybe you need to talk to someone about everything that’s happened.”
“As if I would ever do that!” He snorted. “Talk to some random old fart about my problems when he doesn’t know shit about what I’ve been through?”
“Well they’re professionals…. they’ll be able to help you?” You replied encouragingly.
“Nah, not happening.” He said, pushing off you and sitting up.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help you, Dabi, you’ve been though a lot and you really haven’t spoken to anyone about it…not even me!” You said with a frown. “I care about you, I’ll even come with you!”
“What? So you can sit there and judge and pity me? No thanks.” He snorted.
“The fuck?” You shot back, “do you really think I’d do that? I know we’ve been on and off but I’ve always been there for you, Dabi. How can you go from ‘I want to marry you’ to ‘you’re just a judgemental bitch’ in 2 seconds flat. That’s not fair.” You said sitting up and hopping off the bed, grabbing your top and slipping it on.
“I think you should go now.”
“Fine.” Dabi replied curtly and hopped off the bed, grabbing his clothes and putting them on before leaving without saying a word.
Your heart sank. Why were you two always like this? When you were good you were amazing. But when you were bad, it was the worst.
He marched out the door of your house and left without even looking back.
You walked back over onto your bed and flopped down, hot tears flooding down your face.
“Was I out of line? Should I have said something differently?”
You lay there rethinking everything you had said.
The next day at school you and Dabi didn’t talk at all, it wasn’t like he was avoiding you but he just didn’t acknowledge you. That hurt.
Amazingly, you held it together for the day and when that final bell rang for you to go home, you made a mad dash for the door, running for the front gate and freedom from this anxiety of not being on good terms with your man.
You just about got out the gate when you were aware of someone running behind you, as you turned to look, they had caught up with you and grabbed you from behind, slapping their hand over your mouth so you couldn’t let out the loud scream that was bubbling in your throat.
You fought to get free and let your captor have it, throwing punches and kicks blindly even though you couldn’t see them because they still had a hold of you from behind.
All your attacks were in vain until you managed to get your leg up between theirs and kicked firmly up into their crotch.
“AH FUCK!” You heard a very familiar male voice groan.
Suddenly you were let go as your attacker fell to the ground, cupping his family jewels.
“Dabi?!” You panted. “What the heck?!”
“Ok… I deserved that.” He moaned, still in obvious agony from your well placed heel.
“What? First you accuse me of things that aren’t true then you attack me?” You shot, crossing your arms across your chest as you struggled to calm your breathing.
“No.” He panted, “I was wanting to apologize.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Dabi?” You snorted. “Dabi never apologizes.”
“I’ve apologized to you many times, you goldfish, have you got no memory?” He jeered, looking up at you slyly from where he was still doubled over on the ground.
“I can very easily kick you again, boy, watch yourself.” You warned.
“Ok, ok, look… I…it’s hard for me to admit I need help…” he said, his voice trailing off.
“I know, babe, I know…” you said softly, your whole demeanor relaxing. “It just hurt that you snapped at me like that then, fucking, just straight up ignored me today!” You added, tears welling up in your eyes.
“I was embarrassed, because you’re right….” he said, his head dropping down. “W…would you come with me…if I saw someone about … stuff?”
“Of course!? You know I’m here for you babe.” You said, kneeling down to lift his head up.
You leaned in and kissed him gently, your lips moving tenderly together.
“I hope you don’t want children because I can’t give you any after that kick.” He grunted as he tried to get up.
“Do I want little assholes running around? Hmmm let me think about that.” You replied playfully.
“You love my assholeness you’re the only one who can handle me.” He said, standing up gingerly.
“That’s true.” You replied with a smile.
“We good?” He asked as he looked fondly down at you.
“Yeah…we’re good.” You replied with a smile. “But honestly, dude, just talk to me. We can’t keep being so perfectly terrible for each other!”
“You know I’ve always got your back, baby, even when we’re fighting I still love you more than life itself.” He said confidently, grabbing you in for a hug and kissing down your neck.