As the game wrapped up the officials gave their speeches and formalities ended.
You hugged your girls in celebration, heading to the change rooms.
As you were talking with them and walking down the hall, someone caught your eye.
He was leaning up against the hall wall waiting for you.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as you approached him.
He had his head lowered and didn’t look up at you.
“You ok?” You asked, ducking your head down to try and look him in the eye.
“I should be asking you that.” He shot, jerking his head up, turquoise eyes meeting yours sharply.
“What? I’m fine! We won!” You said excitedly.
You turned to walk away when he grabbed you by the arm and spun you around, slamming you, back first, up against the hall wall.
“Dabi!? What are you do—.”
“Take your shirt off,” he said in a low voice, blocking you in by placing his arms either side of your head.
“Excuse me?!” You yelped in surprise, swinging your arm to punch him.
He grabbed your wrist and you winced, a small whimper escaping your lips.
“You’re hurt, why didn’t you go to the nurses office?” He said slightly annoyed.
He gave your wrist another gentle squeeze and you yelped again.
“Come,” He said, letting go of your wrist and scooping you up in his arms.
“Idiot! Put me down! I can walk!” You yelled frantically.
He ignored your pleas and carried you to the nurses office.
A few days later Dabi came sprinting up to you in the school hall.
“Hey look!” He said excitedly, shoving a piece of paper into your hand.
“What’s this?” You asked, turning the paper over so you could see what it was. It was his algebra test. He got a B.
“Alright!!” You shrieked, giving him a high five.
“All thanks to my hot teacher.” He beamed, winking at you.
“Stop it, you dummy.” You retorted, playfully shoving him.
“Hey, watch your wrist,” he said, carefully taking it in his hand. “How is it feeling?”
“It’s fine.” You replied with a shrug. “It’s no big deal, dude, don’t make such a fuss.”
“I need to take care of this wrist because one day it will be wrapped around my thick, hard co—.”
“Stop right there! Do NOT say another word, you pervert!” You hollered with embarrassment, drowning out his hearty laughter.
Later that night you were zoning out while lying on the couch when your phone rang.
It was Dabi.
“What’s up, jerkface?” You greeted casually, throwing a piece of chocolate in your mouth.
“Hey.” He said, stiffly.
“Yo? You OK?” You asked, sitting up, worried by his uncharacteristic greeting.
“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He said mechanically.
“What’s up?” You asked curiously.
“Uh well, I’ve got a big game coming up.” He said, pausing slightly. “Would you come and watch me?”
“HA! As if I would.” You replied with a loud laugh, throwing another piece of chocolate in your mouth.
There was silence on the other end.
“No, Y/N, I’m serious.” He said softly after a long pause. “I actually really want you there supporting me.”
You half choked on your chocolate.
“Dabi, being sincere? What is this?” You joked gently. “Yeah sure I’ll come. Are you OK though? You sound a bit nervous.”
“Yeah, it’s just that I’m going up against Date Tech. They’re a powerhouse school and we’ve never beat them before.” He replied.
His voice sounded so different, he sounded… vulnerable.
“Yo, I’ve seen you play, you’re amazing. You’ll beat them for sure this time.” You said encouragingly.
“So you think I’m amazing huh?” He leered, “date me then.”
“You’re such an ass.” You replied, laughing.
…………………………………[Day Of Date Tech match]
You made your way through the crowd to the rails of the stand. Peering over them you saw Dabi and the rest of the team gearing up for the match.
“Yo stupid, don’t drop the ball,” you yelled down at him.
He looked back over his shoulder and up at you then smiled and looked back at his teammates.
“Hey boys, my lucky charm is here.” He yelled to them, loud enough for you to hear. “We’re gonna smash Date Tech today.”
He looked back at you and kissed his fingers then threw you the peace sign.
You smiled and fake gagged, pretending to be put off by his flirtatious comment.
Soon enough the game started.
Date Tech were fierce competitors and kept shutting down all of Dabi’s spikes. He kept his head up though and fought earnestly, encouraging his teammates as he went.
It was an intense match and you were on the edge of your seat the whole time.
One of the opponents went to spike a ball and you could see it was going to miss Nekoma’s block so instinctively you yelled out.
“LEFT, DABI!” You screamed from the stands.
You saw his focus shift when he heard your voice and he dived to the left, saving the ball and sending it back to his spiker before the spiker tossed to him and he jumping up and slammed it down on the opposite side of the net.
You jumped up, screaming with excitement.
Dabi looked up into the stands and gave you a huge smile while you clapped with the other spectators.
From there the game changed. Nekoma fought every single round and ended up beating Date Tech 19-25.
You were elated on Dabi’s behalf and ran through the hall to find him after the game to congratulate him.
As you caught sight of him from a distance you smiled and were just about to call out to him when you saw he was talking to a girl.
You slowed and hid slightly, watching them talk. The girl was flipping her hair provocatively and leaning close to him.
He looked like he was enjoying the attention and a pain shot through your chest as you turned away, walking back to the stands to head out the door.
You tried to decipher your feelings as you walked home.
“Why do I care if he’s talking to another girl.” You thought, furrowing your brow as you plodded home,“Is it because I like him?!”
Later that night Dabi sent you a message asking where you went after the game.
You ignored his text.
He tried to call you so you ignored that too.
The next few days were awkward for the both of you.
Dabi was trying extra hard to get your attention and you were trying extra hard to ignore him. Finally he cornered you one afternoon at your locker.
“Hey libero, why are you dodging me?” He growled, pinning you up against the locker.
“No reason, asshole, leave me alone.” You growled back, averting your eyes from his.
“Fine!” He snarled. “But the next season of My Hero Academia airs tonight. Come over to mine and we’ll get pizza and watch it.”
Slowly you let your eyes find his and you glared at him.
You loved My Hero Academia, and he knew it.
“Fine.” You said finally, relaxing your expression.
“Awesome!” He said, relieved that you agreed to come over.