Chanceball Chapter 65: The Most Chaotic Relationship

You headed out of the college gates, unaware that one of the male interviewers had seen your interaction with the two boys who were playing volleyball and, curiously, decided to go and have a chat with them.

“Oikawa.” The interviewer called to the handsome Aoba Johsai player. “I see you had a brief interaction with our scholarship candidate?”

“The girl just now?” Oikawa asked.

“Yeah the cool one.” The boy added, earning himself a scowl from Oikawa.

“You liked her?” The interviewer asked the boy.

“Takeru likes anyone that isn’t me.” Oikawa said with a dejected chuckle.

“She’s really good at teaching. Better than my uncle.” He added with a smirk at Oikawa.

“Now you’re just being mean.” Oikawa pouted, sassily putting the back of one hand on his hip as he popped it out to the side.

“Well, that’s saying something, isn’t it.” The interviewer mused with a smirk. “Family ties are strong. The fact that you haven’t met her before but immediately felt that comfortable, says a lot about her character.”

“Not this family though.” Oikawa muttered under his breath. “My own nephew would sell me to the devil for a ball of mochi.”

The interviewer was still deep in thought and didn’t hear Oikawa’s barely spoken words, pondering things as he nodded to himself then thanked the boys and headed away.

“You really did me like that, Takeru.” Oikawa pouted at his nephew.

“You bought it upon yourself.” Takeru replied frankly, “it’s not my fault that you suck.”

Oikawa clutched his chest like he had been shot and a pained expression covered his face while his nephew smirked proudly.

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You were deep in thought as you walked to the bus stop, music blaring in your ears as you replayed the interview in your mind and wondered what you could have said better.

“Shouldn’t have made that cringe-ass joke, what the fuck even was that.” You muttered internally. “They’re probably sitting in that room still, talking about how I suck.”

You walked around the bend in the path and headed into the park, taking the shortcut to the bus.

Suddenly rough arms grabbed you and a hand was clamped over your mouth from behind.

Going directly into fight mode you grabbed the arms and held onto them as you threw your body forward and doubled over, pulling the person off their feet and flipping them over your back and head before letting their arms go and trying to duck away from them.

It was only once the person had landed half in front of you that you realized it was Dabi.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed, the sudden spike of adrenaline making you shake uncontrollably. 

“Bruh.” He wheezed, pulling himself up to standing, “I did not think that through.”

“You most certainly didn’t.” You panted, bending over and putting your hands on your knees as your chest heaved heavily; one earbud dangling from your ear. “What the fuck are you even doing here?!”

“I came to see my wife—.”

“Girlfriend.”

“— after her interview… is that a crime?”

“Seeing me after an interview is one thing; ATTACKING me after the interview is another.” You said, throwing yourself at him and punching him in the chest, your knuckles crunching into his toughened melted skin behind his thin shirt.

“That hurt you more than me.” He said with a smirk when he saw you pull a face and shake your hand.

“Hey, umm, listen, I just wanted to say sorry.” You suddenly said, hanging your head bashfully.

“The fuck?”

“Sorry for everything. Some stuff I can’t take any responsibility for but I’m sorry you went through so much as a kid and then I—.”

“If this is a, fucking, pity vote you can shove it up your ass.” He seethed loudly, “I’m fine.”

“I’m trying to be nice, asshole.” You snapped, your angry eyes snapping up to his.

“No, you’re not. You just want to make yourself feel better by making it look like you’re comforting me but all you’re doing is more damage. Stop.” He said bluntly.

“Fuck you then.” You huffed, pouting as you turned and walked off.

“Interview didn’t go well then?” He asked as he jogged up beside you.

“No. It sucked balls.” You grumbled, kicking a rock that was in your path.

Dabi grabbed your arm and forcefully swung you towards himself, bending his head down to yours and capturing your lips against his; his firm, purposeful kiss commanding you to obey and you flung your arms up around his neck and pulled your body against his to show your need.

From nearby an older couple watched in absolute confusion.

“Are they kissing now?” The old lady warbled as she peered at the two of you from her frosted bifocal glasses.

“Tongue hockey.” The old man replied.

“Weren’t they fighting just a minute ago?” Her shrill voice crackled.

“Yes, love.” He replied.

“I don’t understand the young people these days.” She said with confusion and distain, “they don’t know whether they’re coming or going.”

“Who’s coming in Gureng?” The old man asked in surprise.

“No one is cumming in Mrs Gureng, she died 4 years ago.” The old lady replied, belting the man with her handbag. “Get your mind back on the path to Jesus. Amen.” She mumbled.

You heard the couple vaguely from behind Dabi but all your attention was on him and the bulge that was pressing into your crotch; moaning a little as he slid his hands to your ass and pulled you against him more firmly; rolling your hips into his.

“Wanna go somewhere quiet?” He whispered lowly into your ear as he broke from the kiss and slid his face past yours.

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, running your hands up through his spiked black hair.

“Come with me then.” He uttered as he let you go and took your hand, marching off the path and over towards some trees at the back of the park. “We’ll just pretend we’re chillin over here.” He added as he sat down and pulled you down with him.

“Yo, I don’t mean to be a party pooper but like… I wanna have protection when we do it. For OBVIOUS reasons.” You said.

“Yeah, it’s cool, this is about you though, you’re so fucking uptight right now. You need a release from your man- aka, the only one who knows how to make you scream.”

“Ok, ego, calm down, you’re not that amazing.” You lied, rolling your eyes at him.

“I can make you cum in 3 minutes.” He said in a low, confident voice, “just watch me, baby.”

“You’re on.” You said as you draped yourself into his side and looked up into his smug face, his turquoise eyes leering down at you from half closed eyes.

“Start the timer.” He said as he slid his hand down to your ass and squeezed it. 

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