Later that evening you walked up to his door and pushed the doorbell.
“Hey sexy.” He said as he opened the door and leaned against the frame.
“Shut it, asswipe, I’m here for the show. Not you.” You said with a growl, giving him a cold stare.
“Woahh, extra feisty tonight. I like it.” He replied, giving you a wink.
You grunted and pushed past him, storming into the lounge and plopping down on the couch. He joined you shortly, sitting down beside you and passing you a drink that had been sitting on the coffee table.
It was your favorite soft drink.
“Thanks.” You grunted.
The doorbell rang and he jumped up to get it.
“Strippers here!” He yelled.
You snorted, soft drink spilling out of your mouth.
He cackled as he made his way to the front door.
“Asshole.” You grumbled, wiping soft drink off your top.
He came back just as the show started and put the pizzas down, opening the box and offering you a slice.
As the show sucked you in you began to relax a little, tucking your right leg up under your left thigh and leaning back slightly.
Dabi watched you from the corner of his eye.
Presently he stretched his arm out across the lounge chair behind you, deliberately brushing his fingers along the back of your neck as his arm settled across your shoulders; you stiffened.
“You know, you’re really pretty, Y/N.” Dabi said, leaning towards you.
“Get lost, you useless player! Stop messing with me! I can’t take it any more.” You barked, jumping up and crossed your arms across your chest, glaring at him while tears formed in the corner of your eyes.
“Woah? Where did this come from??” Dabi asked with a shocked look on his face.
“I saw you chatting up that girl after the game, don’t act like your shit doesn’t smell.” You growled, your voice threatening to break under the emotional weight.
“And why does that bother you?” Dabi asked, relaxing back and looking at you with coy triumph.
“I-It doesn’t.” You stammered, glancing away.
“Oh? I think it does.” He said with a sly grin, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, looking at you intently. “Tell me, Y/N, why does me chatting someone else up bother you?”
He waited with baited breath.
Your heart started thumping wildly as you realized you were being cornered.
You swallowed hard.
“Yes?” He coaxed.
“Because I…. Feel sorry for anyone you hit on that’s why.” You replied, changed your sentence at the last minute.
“That’s not what you were going to say, was it?” Dabi said as he stood up. “For your information, I wasn’t chatting her up, she came up to me.” He crossed his arms across his chest. “Yes, she was being very flirtatious but I turned her down.”
“You what?” You said with gentle surprise, trying to secretly wipe a tear away.
“I turned her down.” He repeated. “Once upon a time I would have gladly flirted with her, maybe even taken her out, kissed her, flirted, whatever.” He said candidly. “But I’m not interested anymore.”
“Why aren’t you interested anymore?” You queried.
“Because I’ve caught feelings for one girl in particular and I don’t want anyone else but her.” Dabi said, looking down at the floor.
You uncrossed your arms.
“Who is she?” You asked, wanting to make sure you were on the same page as him before you confessed.
“She’s amazing,” he started. “She’s the only one who gets me. She’s smart and talented… She’s also a sarcastic little shit and I love it.”
He looked at you and grinned before continuing.
“Now all I need to do is find out if she likes me back…” he said, lowering his head and locking his turquoise eyes onto you.
You inhaled sharply.
“Yeah well… I actually like someone too. I didn’t like him at first, he was a prick and his ego was bigger than his dick—.”
“—Impossible, but continue.” Dabi interjected.
“…But I’ve caught feelings… And I don’t know what to do about them.” You said vulnerably, clutching your arm and averted your eye’s from his.
He took a step towards you.
“Y/N?” He asked.
You looked up at him.
“Would you be my girl?” He asked sincerely.
You stared him down for a few minutes before replying.
“I’d love nothing more than to be your girl.” You said finally, trying to sound as annoyed as possible.
He grabbed you into a hug and kissed you roughly.
You returned the kiss, getting messy real quick as he hoisted you up then placed you down on the couch. Dropping himself on top of you and grinding into you. You let out a surprised squeak and punched him in the arm.
“Dabi was that your…???”
“Hmm?” He hummed, a coy smile playing on his face. “Oh that? Yeah I just wanted you to know how big I am so you know just how good it’s gonna feel when I—.”
“I’m gonna stop you right there!” You screeched, pushing him off.
He laughed. “No but seriously, Y/N, I’ve liked you for a while now. I do actually care about you and I promise I’ll look after you. I’ll give you the love and attention you deserve.” He added, leaning back down and kissing you gently on the lips.
“Can’t say that I’ll do the same for you though.” You replied teasingly.
“Is that so?” He asked, cheekily.
“Oh well, maybe I’ll just have my way with you then let you go.” He replied bluntly as he leaned in and bit you provocatively on the neck, grinding into you again.
“You’re such an ass, Dabi.” You giggled.
“I’m your ass now though.” He grinned. “Now and forever.”
You never did get to watch the rest of your show because Dabi kept interrupting, trying to kiss you or get your attention in some way or another. You were still slightly mad at him so rejected most of his advances but he was enjoying the play.
“Aww, no fair.” He pouted as you pushed his face away from you for the third time in a row.
“Treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen.” You said with a carefree shrug.
“Yeah? Well I’m definitely keen.” He said with a provocative little groan as he nibbled on your ear.
His soft, yet firm, lips on your ear ignited you and you turned your head slightly to look at him from the corner of your eye.
He smirked against your ear and blew out some air gently.
“You like that?” He whispered, deviously.