Chanceball Chapter 73: 69 Cock Street

Amid small talk and playful punches you finally made it to the house in question- your face falling when you saw a graffiti of a penis on the front gate.

“Oh god,” you whispered, your heart sinking as Dabi tightened his arm around your shoulders and squeezed you into him.

“Well,” he said loudly with a smirk, “this place looks sturdy and ERECT—,”

“Shut up,” you snapped, hiding your smile as he chuckled deeply to himself.

The agent, upon looking out the window and seeing you both at the gate, came out to greet you.

“Welcome, Miss Y/N and…”

“Dabi,” Dabi offered.

“Mr Dabi.”

You stifled a laugh and cleared your throat.

“So uh, we’re interested in a place and thought this one might be suitable because it’s within our budget,” you said to the agent, glancing at the obnoxiously large penis drawn on the game

“Perfect,” he said brightly, “well, come and have a look through and I’ll give you some information about the place.”

“Does this house abide by the no nut November principle?” Dabi asked, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs from you.

“I…I’m sorry, what is the ‘no nut November’ principle?” The agent asked with confusion.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, “please ignore Dabi he’s just been released from the mental institution down the road.”

The agent gave you a strange look then nodded and stepped away from Dabi a little; who was smirking at the guy creepily.

The agent led the way up into the house that had a lovely open plan lounge and kitchen, the walls being painted a soft pink.

“THE COLOUR PALETTE IS AMAZING,” Dabi announced loudly, “the same colour as the inside of a—.”

“Stop,” you hissed, jabbing him again, “SO,” you said loudly to the agent, covering for Dabi’s embarrassing comments, “uh, how many bedrooms and bathrooms is this place?”

“It’s three bedroom and 3 bathroom—,”

“A THREESOME?” Dabi quipped just before you slapped him in the chest.

“Quit it or I’ll tie you to the post outside,” you hissed quietly with embarrassment.

“Want me to beg while I’m tied up?” He leered, grabbing your chin and leaning down to kiss you firmly on the lips right in front of the agent.

You quickly pulled away, covering your face with your hand.

“S-sorry, can you give us a moment,” you uttered to the agent before turning and dragging Dabi outside by the ear, “listen,” you hissed at him, still with death grip on the shell of his ear between the piercings, “what happened to being good?”

“Do you really want to live in a place on Cock Street? Like, come on,” he said with a laugh, grabbing your wrist to make you let go of his ear, “let’s just go with the other place. It’s close to college and I know I can get the place cheaper.”

“But you said you would give this place a try,” you pouted defensively.

“yeah, I walked in? That’s good enough, isn’t it?” Dabi replied, “come on, you want a place, right? I can have one by this afternoon. It’s 4:30pm now…” He glanced at his watch. “Most real estate places close by 5pm, do you want a house in less than a half hour?”

You stared at him, your mouth scrunched with defiance.

“Ok fine,” you finally conceded, “but $210 is way too much for that other house…”

“How much do you want it for then?” Dabi asked with a smirk.

“$150 absolute MAX,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at him, “there’s no way he can get that place for $150,” you thought smuggly.

“Ooooo, tough. But yeah, I’m pretty sure I can get that,” Dabi said confidently as he crossed his arms back at you, “I have connections.”

“Wait, what? You never told me you had connections?” you said with surprise, “connections with who?”

“Let me show you the power of a Todoroki,” he leered in reply, “I’m the captain of the Nekoma boys volleyball team, I know lots of influential people.”

“Prove it,” you teased.

Silently Dabi reached into his pocket for his phone and pulled it out then rang his coach.

“Hey coach,” he greeted brightly, “need a favour…”

There was a pause and you heard his coach say something on the other end, making Dabi chuckle.

“No sir, not at the police station, I’m mature now,” he added, winking at you as you rolled your eyes with a smirk, “I’m actually about to put a deposit down on a house…”

More silence as coach Nekomata replied.

“Seriously,” Dabi chuckled, “I’m being serious right now, me and my girlfriend, Y/N, are getting a place in preparation for college next year…”

Dabi smiled as his coach said something else.

“Thank you, we’ve found a place but I feel like it might be overpriced… any way you could find as an evaluator who is on our side?”

More silence as coach Nekomata said something else.

“Now for the hard part, any chance it could happen today?”

Another round of silence.

Dabi smiled.

“This is why you’re my favourite coach,” he flattered, “address is:

Y̷̛͚͉͓͉̣̬͑͆ͅo̸̥̫͂͗͝ͅu̸̥̲͙͍̙͐͋͑̈̓̎ͅ ̵͎̭̯̦̄͛͊̈́͆͗̀ţ̷͍̘̩̯̀͆̅̋́̅̊̽ḩ̴͔͔͍͇͕̊̍̀̎̍ͅó̵̡̭͙̫̘̲͙̑̾́̃͋͘͝ų̸͚̠̟̲̇̅͛̒́͛͘͘͝͝g̷̨͉̣̞͚̦̟͍̗͖̉͑̍̄͋̽̌h̷̭̪͕̏̊̆̑́͂͊̇̕͝ẗ̵͓̰́̈́̄̃ ̶̝̱̣̦͕̳̂́I̸͍̐̌͐ ̷̡̪̤͓͍̰̯̝̔̄̇͗͊͗̈́̅̓͠ͅͅŵ̵̩̩̀̓͒̌͛̕â̶̟̙͖̱͚̮̑̋͂́̓͑s̸͙͈̩̫̎̆͛́ ̶̨̲͕͔̖͚̙̰̐̇̌͠g̷̻̤̺̑̔͐͒̈́̏̿ȍ̸̯͔͙̪̩̼̭̆̈͐̚͜i̶̼͓̯̓n̶̢̞̼̰͔̻͔͈̗̍̌̒̀̐̌ĝ̷̘̺̫͖̹̣̹́̾̈́̌̅͂͠ͅͅͅ ̸̞́̆ț̶̩̮̠̫̤̺͉̯̿̒̈́̃͑̽̚ͅo̴̫̥͕̜̩̹̳̠̾̇̊͠ ̵̘͕͙͉͈̟̖̌̒͆̅g̴̢̢̱̹̪̠͖̞͔͕͐į̵̘̳̮͇̲̮̇͋̆̓̅̈́̊͛v̵̢̝̘̭̖̲͉̫̬̦͛̔͝ḛ̸̢̬͖̖̖̗̰́ ̴̜̮̥̊̏͋̂͂̂̓̓̈͝t̷̗̣͇͚̖̠̣̃͊̀̈́̃ͅh̸̛͍͓͕͉͚̱̦̋ẽ̵̢̯̲̝̘̯̔͘͝ ̵̳̥̠̘̽̎a̶̝̓́̀̐̇̋̽͑͠d̸͍́̏̎̂̔͆̋́̇͝d̶̢͚͍̈̐͆̽͘r̴̥̤͕̂͂̂̔͠͠ͅe̷̝͌̈̔ͅš̸̝͇͈͝ş̶̭͈̫̜̲̄̑̊̉͌͝ ̶̬̺̣̩̼̖̔͊̿͋͝ͅo̵͍͔̦͖͙̓̾̓̉̌̄͝u̶̡̦̲̘̥̫̯͠ͅț̷̻͍̝͆͠

You waited patently while they chatted a little more then Dabi thanked him once more and hung up.

“Let’s go get that $150 a week house,” he said with a smirk, “told you I’d look after us.”

“We haven’t got the place yet, but I like your confidence,” you said as you uncrossed yourself arms and flung them around him.

While you hugged the agent came out to see if you had sorted yourselves out yet.

“Just, uh, checking in…” the agent said sheepishly as he approached you both at the front gate, “are you still interested in—.”

“Cock house?” Dabi said, “no thanks, we’ll take our orgy elsewhere.”

“Dabi!” You snapped with embarrassment, turning to the agent to quickly apologize for your boyfriend’s comments, “I’m so sorry, we will decline for now, but thank you.”

The agent sighed, “might need to put that application in to the council for street name change because it’s obvious a deterrent. The amount of dick jokes I get from ‘potential’ clients is unbelievable.”

“I can believe it,” Dabi said with a smirk, “anyway, enjoy your cock, we’ll be off now.”

“Dabi!” You hissed, covering your face as you turned and speed walked away.

“Come back, pretty lady,” Dabi called creepily after you.

“I don’t know you, go away,” you called back, “I’m gonna call the police.”

The agent sweatdropped as he watched you both leave.

“Well, they would have been a good fit for the house I think, the guy could have made dick jokes all day… mind you she may have left him after a week living there…” 

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