Chanceball Chapter 100: First Week At Kappuru

“Are we even qualified enough to be in college?” you asked, “like, I mean, if we’re forgetting the map of the school grounds then I dunno if we have the brain capacity to take on more?” 

“Well, speak for yourself, because this is my classroom right here,” Dabi said, stopping in front of a class room door.

You looked at him, then at the door, then back to him.

“Is it really?” you quizzed dubiously.

“Maybe?” he replied, grabbing the handle and sliding it open, “is this general studies?” he bellowed into the room causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look in his direction.

“Yeah,” someone shouted.

“This is my room,” he said, looking back to you with a snide grin.

“Ok, fine, abandon me,” you replied, poking your nose in the air, “I’ll find my own room. Who needs you?”

“Love you,” he called as you stormed off down the hall.

“I know,” you shouted back over your shoulder.

Dabi cracked a smirk and stepped into his room while you sauntered off, making your way back to the school map you had seen up on the board at the front of the college.

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“Is this ‘fundamentals of teaching’?” You asked, 10 minutes later, to the person who had just answered the classroom door.l you had opened.

“Yes it is,” the person replied, “I am your teacher for the subject. Please come in and take a seat.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you apologized.

“It’s fine. Sit down, please.”

You did so and quickly pulled your books out, ready to learn.

The first few classes of the day were ok. You were making mental notes of where all the classrooms were and which teachers taught which subjects- then lunchtime came and you pulled your phone out to text Dabi.

“I haven’t seen him since this morning and it feels weird, considering we have been spending every waking moment together as of late.”

Before you could type a message though, a hand slipped around your waist from behind and a pair of pierced, chapped lips pressed firmly into the back of your neck.

“Shit!” you gasped with surprise, “don’t scare me like that, Dabi.”

You whipped around to face him, balling your fists up and banging them on his chest.

“Missed you,” he said with a smirk, his turquoise eyes glinting down at you. 

“Well I missed you too, but you don’t have to kiss the back of my neck in public,” you replied, glancing around to make sure no one had seen what he had done.

The halls were full of people but everyone was so busy doing their own thing that no one took any notice of what you two were doing.

“Wanna get lunch?” you asked him, changing subjects.

“Yeah, let’s see what trash they have,” he replied, falling in step with you to go to the on site cafe.

The selection wasn’t bad but it wasn’t amazing either and you both bought something to eat then sat down on the garden ledge outside the cafeteria to eat and chat about how the mornings classes had been.

“How was your class?” you asked him though a mouthful.

“Meh.”

“Yeah, same,” you replied, finishing your mouthful then looking around, “this food is so dry. Want a drink?”

“Yeah,” Dabi said, finishing off his mouthful too, “what were you thinking?”

“I dunno. I’ll go check at the vending machine,” you said, “I saw one earlier and I’ve remembered where it is.”

“Ok. Get me something that tastes as good as your pussy,” Dabi replied calmly, taking another bite of his food.

Not expecting him to make a comment so casually like that, you sucked air in through your nose and mouth so fast it made you choke and you stood there hacking on air for a bit.

“Air dick strikes again,” Dabi mused, watching you die slowly.

“You… can’t… just say that shit… out loud,” you gasped, “you’re going to kill me one of these days.”

“No. I won’t kill you… but deep throating air dick might,” he leered.

“I’m out,” you coughed, turning and speed walking off in the direction of the venting machine.

“Oh? Who have we here?” a teasing voice asked, pretty much the minute you had left Dabi’s side.

Dabi looked up as the mellow voice addressed him and his face deadpanned (more so than usual.)

“It’s the former captain of the Nekoma team…”

“Yep,” Dabi replied calmly, detailing the face of the man before him, who he recognized as the former captain of Aoba Johsai team- Oikawa Toru, “former captain of Nekoma and the soon to be captainof the Kappuru mixed team.”

Oikawa snorted with amusement and placed a sassy hand on his hip.

“Overconfident as always…”

“In denial, as always,” Dabi replied back, enjoying the banter.

Oikawa pushed his mouth into a somewhat annoyed looking pout and lifted his head up.

“Our team was always better than yours. Don’t even try and deny it,” he said sassily.

“Oh, of course, sweetheart, whatever you say,” Dabi replied condescendingly, “now run along and play with your nephew.”

Oikawa was about to try and make a smart comment but the voice of his nephew called his attention and he looked back over his shoulder at the pint sized human.

“Oi! Uncle! Come and practice with me,” his nephew shouted.

“Aww, your nephew wants to get you up to his level, how cute,” Dabi crooned, his commenting being returned with a sour look from Oikawa as the childish teen turned and sashayed away.

“It’s going to be interesting versing him again then,” Dabi mused to himself as he relaxed back and waited for you to come back.

“Here,” you said, a few moment later, with a strawberry fizz drink in hand to give to Dabi.

“Yes. This is perfect.” Dabi reached for the can and took it from you, cracking the ring and immediately pushing the can away from his body as the contents bubbled out.

“Oh look…” you leered, “the can just came.”

“I’ll make you cum,” Dabi growled, managing to avoid getting any of the contents on his clothes, “how many more weeks before I can fuck your brains out?” 

You were grateful you hadn’t taken a sip of your drink yet and cleared your throat before replying.

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think it’s still a few months away. You’ll just have to settled with watching me please myself.”

“This fucking sucks, I’ve got 3 bars that are just waiting to make you sing and I can’t do a damn thing with them,” he said in a grumpy tone. 

“Just imagine how amazing it will be when I do get to ride them,” you replied.

“Speaking of riding dick. I just had a talk with Oikawa Toru from Aoba Johsai,” Dabi commented, “that guy has an 11 inch ego.”

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