“No ambition.” Your dad grunted, then turned to your mum to indicate for her to commence dinner.
Dabi narrowed his eyes slightly at your father but didn’t say anything as he then looked across at your mum who cleared her throat uncomfortably.
“We have, uh, plenty to chose here.” She said hesitantly, gesturing to the food on the table, “please don’t feel pressured to eat everything though.” She added sheepishly, “this is supposed to be a nice gathering.” She added, punctuating the word ‘nice’ as she looked across at your dad. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to eat things you don’t like.” She commented pleasantly, smiling across at Dabi.
“I’m known for my appetite.” Dabi replied with a smirk and you let out an inhuman noise.
“Please EXCUSE him, he’s being an ass.” You begged as your mum raised an eyebrow at you.
You grimaced and dropped your head, promising yourself you would just try and stay out of things.
“D-Daddy can you please pass me the salt?” You asked softly with your head down as you reached for a dish nearby.
Both your dad and Dabi reached for the salt at the same time but Dabi was that little bit quicker and picked it up while maintaining a heavy lidded, bored stare at your father before he smirked and gave your father a wink then handed the small glass bottle to you.
“Thank you.” You said softly as you took the salt from Dabi.
Then you realized what had just happened and your eyes snapped up at the two of them, internally screaming as they continued to stare each other down.
“She was meaning me.” Your father grunted gruffly, his lips pulling tight like they usually did when he was angry.
“Your daughter calls me daddy too.” Dabi replied smuggly.
You screamed loudly, slamming your hands down onto the table as your face went bright red.
“Stooooppp!” You wailed with embarrassment, “both of you are killing my lifespan right now, I’ll be dead before I’m 30.”
Both guys ignored you, still locked in a testosterone filled stare down, neither one wanting to break eye contact and be considered the ‘weaker’ of the two.
“You’re not doing very well.” Your dad growled lowly at Dabi, “if you’re trying to get me to like you, you’re failing.”
“Well neither are you,” Dabi retorted calmly, “if you’re trying to get me to like you too then you failed from the very beginning by trying to belittle me.”
“I’m not trying to make you like me.” Your dad snapped.
“Well neither am I.” Dabi snapped back
There was a deathly silent pause and you felt like the air in the room had gotten a little thicker, making it harder to breathe.
“Have some respect for your elders.” Your dad barked.
“I don’t have to respect you just because you’re older than me, respect is earned, not given blindly.” Dabi stated.
“Argh! I really do feel like Dabi is winning this fight but, oh my god?!” You screamed internally as you sat dumbfounded, watching this power struggle being played out verbally.
“Can we talk? Privately?” Your dad suddenly asked your boyfriend.
“Anything you want to say, you can say it in front of everyone here, I have nothing to hide and my answers will remain the same.” Dabi said as he sat back and slung his arm across the back of your chair, assuming a very causal power stance against your dad as his turquoise eyes bore into the older male.
“What do you want with my daughter?” Your dad asked, jerking his head towards you.
“To love and protect her, put her first in all I do and support her endlessly.” Dabi replied frankly, like he had practiced the line over and over in front of the mirror.
“What a cop out line.” Your dad scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I might not be the model son in law, bowing to your every need; but this isn’t about you. This is about your daughter and I, and I’m going to love her regardless of what you say.” Dabi said, sounding so much more mature than your dad, currently.
Your dad remained silent, watching Dabi closely before snorting through his nose.
“You’re so immature, y—,”
“Maturity doesn’t come with age it comes with experience and I’ve had experience- like you wouldn’t believe- so I’m not here to make friends and dance in a daisy field singing Hakuna Matata, I’m here to live life and enjoy it with people I care about beside me.” Dabi said as he wrapped his fingers around your shoulder and squeezed you.
The room went deathly silent again while your dad continued to size Dabi up.
“How old are you, Dabi?” Your dad suddenly asked.
“Almost 19.” He replied.
Your dad smirked.
“You’ve got steel balls, kid.” He said, a mixture of distain and awe in his voice, “if you can win me over with your no nonsense attitude then you can handle my daughter.” Your dad added, his tone softening a little.
“I take offense at that.” You said swiftly.
“Your daughter is tougher than you.” Dabi said to your dad with a smirk, “took me a few weeks to break her.”
“That’s my girl.” Your dad said with a deep chuckle.
“God.” You whispered in a vexed tone, “ok, are we good to eat now? Please? I’ve burned a million calories sweating it out here while you compared di—ok never mind, let’s eat.” You said sharply.
Dabi shrugged and leaned forward to get some food and everyone else followed suit, light conversation ensuing.
While your parents and Dabi chatted idly you breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well, he managed to handle dad, ok?” You thought as you shoved some pie into your mouth then glanced across at Dabi. “He sounded so earnest when he said that stuff about us… was he serious? Did he mean what he said? I’ll ask him about it later.”
After dinner you and Dabi went into the lounge room to chill and watch tv while your parents chatted in the kitchen.
“Hey uh, Dabi?” You asked shyly.
“It’s daddy, but yes, baby?” He asked lowly as he bent his head to your earlobe and nibbled on it.
“D-Did you mean it?” You blurted out as you playfully pushed him away.
“Mean what?” He asked as he pulled back from you.
“Umm, the stuff about like… you know, us, you and me, supporting me and loving me and all that.” You mumbled.
“If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it.” He replied.
“No, you ass, that’s such a stupid reply, I want you to tell me if you did or not, don’t answer it in a round about way.” You pouted.