Chanceball Chapter 70: Celebrations

“Don’t say away too long.” Dabi mumbled as he slowly lost his grip on you and flopped face first back into the pillow.

“I’ll be back.” You said, imitating the terminator voice.

“I’ve changed my mind…” he mumbled into the pillow, smothering his smirk.

“Uncultured swine.” You grumbled playfully, smacking his bare ass. “I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Mmhmm.” He mumbled, not even looking up at you as you grabbed your clothes, put them back on, then snuck out.

You made it back home ok and texted him to let him know that you had gotten home in one piece.

Nothing was said by your parents the next day so you assumed that they hadn’t noticed you had ducked out yesterday- luckily!

It was 4 days later that you came home to your mum smiling from ear to ear, grinning at you with suspicious happiness.

“What?” You asked dubiously.

“Oh nothing.” She said in a little singsong voice.

“You’re acting weird.” You said bluntly.

“Honey, what would you like for dinner? Anything. Choose anything.” She added gallantly.

“Mum. What is going on?” You pressed, getting more and more concerned by her happiness.

“I will tell you over dinner.” She said with a grin.

“Mmmmmm….” you hummed nervously.

You told her what you would like for dinner then escaped to your room to text Dabi.

“Hey. Mum is acting weird.” You sent.

“On a scale from me to Tendou from Shiratorizawa, how weird is she acting?” He replied.

“No. It should be the other way around. He is the normal one… you are weird.”

“Rude.” He sent back. “Anyway, what’s she doing?”

“Being really happy.”

“Seriously. That’s super sus. If you can’t tell I’m being sarcastic.” He texted.

“No, but like, she’s got this creepy smile on her face.”

“Like this?” He sent, adding a picture of himself smiling creepily but still managing to look hot.

“Yeah but you still look hot.”

“I look hot no matter what.” He sent back, adding the smirk face.

“Ok, narcissist, you go love yourself and I’ll text you later. Mum said she would tell me why she was happy during dinner.”

“Good luck.” He texted.

“Thanks.” You sent, adding a red heart.

………………………….

“Mum. Please.” You deadpanned, “can you not hum and giggle as you’re eating your food, it’s really off-putting.”

“Oh, but I’m just so happy!” She said with a delighted chuckle.

“Dad, can you tell her to just tell me what it is already?” You deadpanned to your dad.

“Hun. Just tell her.” He said to your mum in a bored voice, “you’ve been telling everyone all day. Please just tell her.”

“You’re such a wet blanket.” She pouted to your dad, shooting him a very disappointed look.

After staring your father down she then turned back to you.

“What is something that you want more than anything else right now?” She asked hopefully.

“I hate these fucking questions. Like. Sometimes it’s just ‘I want to die’ or ‘chicken nuggets’ but if I say either of those I KNOW they’re not going to be the answer so why even bother replying.” You monologued to yourself as you have her a completely vacant stare.

“It has something to do with college!” She squealed, prompting you.

“OH MY GOD!” You gasped. “Did I get in?? DID I GET IN?!”

“YES!” She screamed, the overwhelming excitement making her shake enthusiastically as she wailed along with you.

“Muuuumm!!” You screamed, jumping up out of your chair and running around to her side of the table to engulf her in a hug; the two of you dissolving into babbling messes as you embraced.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Your dad said calmly as he stood up to give you a hug as well.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I need to tell Dabi!” You cried, tears of happiness pouring down your cheeks.

You raced from the room and tore down the hallway, grabbing your phone from the beside table and jumping onto the bed as you rang Dabi immediately.

“City morgue, you kill ’em, we chill ’em.” He answered.

“OHMYGODIGOTINIMSOFUCKINGHAPPY!” You screeched, all of your shouted words rolling together as you coughed and sobbed into the phone.

“Wow?! Babe, what’s wrong?!”

“Imsohappyohmygodigotinigotin.” You wailed again.

“Did someone die?” He asked with confusion.

“NO!” You yelled. “I. GOT. IN!”

“FUCK!” He yelled with excitement, “shit, you did it, baby!”

You just straight up screamed and smashed your head repeatedly into the bed covers, your mind exploding with all the things you were looking forward to with Dabi.

“I’m so excited!!” You screamed.

“Time to start looking for a place!” He said with a smile that you could feel though the phone.

“Oh my god, yes! What’s our budget?”

“We’re gonna have to sit down and try and be adults and get our finances in order.” He replied.

“Ugh. Responsibility.” You said with a playful grimace.

“Come over tomorrow, we’ll sort it out.” He said.

“No sex. I just wanna talk.”

“Well you’re no fun.”

“We have all the next few months to do it. Let’s just get out together and live life!” You squealed.

“Yeah, alright.” He said with an amused chuckle. “See you then.”

………………………….

“Ok so… including groceries and shit we’re left with … $200 a fortnight for rent.” Dabi said, sitting back in his desk chair while you sprawled out in his bed.

“What the fuck?? No, surely we have more than that to play with?” You asked.

“Nope. The numbers are here. I’m looking at them.”

“Give that here. You suck at maths, let me see.” You said, getting up and leaning out towards him to swipe the paper off the desk.

You lay back down and looked over his writing, trying to find the error but there was none.

“Hope you like noodles.” Dabi leered. “We’ll be eating cheap for a bit.”

“Gonna have to get used to it, I guess.” You said with a sigh.

There was a moment of silence before you perked up.

“It’s fine. We’ll be fine. How hard can it be to find somewhere cheap and nice?”

“How do you feel about a whore house? We could sleep in the back room, neighbours might not like how much noise we make though.” Dabi leered, leaning back on his chair and giving you a turquoise smolder.

“That can be out last option. Let’s try other places first.” You said with an eyeroll.

That following weekend you and Dabi went to look at some places you had found.

“Ok, fair warning, some of these are a bit… uh… well they need work.” You said with a nervous grin, like you weren’t telling the whole truth.

“Mmmmm?” Dabi hummed suspiciously. “Ok?”

“Ok, first one is only $120 a fortnight!” You said trying to sound as optimistic as possible.

“So basically a trash can with a pergola.” Dabi deadpanned. “This is gonna be a shit house.”

“Come on, it can’t be that bad can it?” You said with a cajoling chuckle.

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