Chanceball Chapter 87: Drunk Dabi is Best Dabi

“Can’t promise you there isn’t,” Dabi replied with a smirk, taking another sip from the can.

You mimicked his smirk, knowing full well what the sheets now looked like.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, no remorse in your voice, whatsoever.

“Don’t you apologize for anything, baby girl,” Dabi whispered into your ear, his lips pressed right against it, making your hair stand on end.

“Mmhmm, ok daddy,” you whispered back, turning your head quickly and kissing him on the lips.

“I’m surprised Sudano only got away with a single punch,” Kuroo said from beside you and Dabi, breaking the awkwardness from your little private conversation, “Y/N, you should have seen the look in Dabi’s eye when he turned up here.”

The boys present chuckled and mumbled to each other about what had happened outside the house while you were trying to escape to the roof.

“What happened?” you asked with an intrigued smile, “I was trying to get onto the roof.”

“The fuck?” Dabi laughed, “what the hell were you going to do up there?”

“I dunno?” you replied, “I was just desperate to get away from you!”

“She totally loves you Dabi,” one of they boys sneered, “just can’t wait to get away from you.”

“Shut it, wisecrack,” Dabi snapped, pointing at the offender with his beer still in hand, then winking.

“Sudano had parked the car and was standing on the lawn with his arms crossed,” Kuroo regaled, “I had just turned up from the opposite direction when Satan here, arrived.

“Formal names only, please, it’s Mr Satan,” Dabi quipped before taking another sip of beer.

“Dabi literally launched out of the car window and in one stride had tackled Sudano around the waist, taking him down hard.”

“I’m still fucking winded!” Sudano shouted from the kitchen.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re ruining the heroic retelling!” Dabi yelled, a giant grin on his face, “go on, Kuroo, you’re doing a great job, baby.”

Kuroo gave Dabi a look but continued anyway.

“Sudano yelled for us to grab Dabi so we jumped into action. None of us had any idea of what was going on but it looked like a fight had broken out between our 3rd year boys so… you know… we had to help.”

“You knew Sudano had taken me though, you were in the parking lot when it happened,” you replied to Kuroo.

“Yeah, but we thought maybe Dabi had gotten serious and was actually trying to do damage.”

“Oh. Yeah ok, understandable, my guy here is a bit…” You crossed your eyes and wound your finger around your ear, indicating crazy.

“She means amazing… that’s sign language for ‘fucking amazing and brilliant’,” Dabi added quickly, making some of the boys laugh.

“So then there were 4 of us trying to hold this bastard back.” Kuroo gestured to Dabi. “Cap’s too strong.”

“He was getting a power up from his hard on at the time,” someone mentioned and Dabi pointed at them with a smug smirk.

“Give that man a promotion,” he said, taking another sip of beer.

“But Dabi got free… and then a few minutes later we heard you scream…” Kuroo said to you.

“Uh… yeah…. he caught me on the balcony…” you replied sheepishly,” had it been a few more seconds I would have been able to make it to the roof.”

“You’re a nutcase,” Dabi chuckled, “imagine climbing onto the roof to escape your husband.”

“You’re not my husband. We’re legally engaged by chicken nuggets,” you replied, “stop trying to jump the gun. We do chicken nuggets THEN rotisserie chicken for the actual marriage.”

“Yes dear,” Dabi said proudly.

“You’re a dork,” you chuckled, craning you’re head to the side to kiss him again.

The conversation changed and you snuggled down into his lap, completely content with his arm wrapped around you as the Nekoma boys kicked back and chatted happily.

“This is the life,” you thought with a smile, giving Dabi a grin when you felt him squeeze you.

The night wore on and some of the Nekoma members were getting pretty drunk and sloppy, vomiting in random places while others tried to do backflips on the outside table.

“Babe, we should get home,” you said, feeling a little tipsy from the accumulative sips of alcohol you had had from his drinks.

“Yep!” he said loudly, pushing you off so that he could try and stand up, “I’ll take you, and you-;’ he pointed beside you, “with me… I think a threesome is in order.”

“Who are you pointing at?” you giggled, wobbling a little, still recovering from the rough sex earlier.

“Her,” Dabi slurred, “she looks like you, she’s copying you. STOP COPYING MY GIRL!” he shouted, obviously so drunk he was seeing double.

“Kuroo,” you called to the vice, “this drunk ass isn’t going anywhere tonight can we crash here?”

“Yeah sure,” Kuroo called back, sauntering over to have a dig at Dabi, “hey sexy, wanna sleep in my bed?”

“Ohhh, you’re hot, Kuroo, I’d totally top you. Bet your cakes are soft yet firm. Like a fucking Taiko drum.” He immediately starting wildly thrusting his hips and smacking an imaginary ass.

“Welcome to drunk Dabi’s inner thoughts,” Kuroo mused with a chuckle, “what do you really think of Y/N?”

“No. Don’t ask him that,” you said quickly but it was too late, Dabi had already grabbed you from behind around the waist, and was holding you hostage as he started his rant.

“This girl. Is BETTER than any. Other. Fucking. Female. On. This. Planet.” He punctuated, “she lets me fuck her like a sex doll, kiss her like she’s the only food I’ll ever be able to taste, eat her pussy like it’s the final meal on deaths row, laugh like I’m going insane… she’s my everything. Fuck the lot of you. I win.”

“The fuck?” you laughed, trying to get free, “what kind of a speech was that?”

“A fucking amazing one!” he stated proudly, swaying a little.

“Ok, that’s a wrap. Let’s get you into bed,” you said, taking his arm that was wrapped around you and pulling on it.

“Wait!” he slurred, “I have an important announcement!”

“No you don’t,” you laughed.

“I do!” he insisted, “Kuroo, come here.”

“Yes, my king!” Kuroo yelled playfully, stepping forward with his hand on his heart.

Dabi stopped and squared up to him before pointing his finger at him sharply. “You’re the captain now.” 

“What?” Kuroo asked, dumbfound.

“You’re the captain now. I am formally passing on the crown to you. I’m graduated. I’m done. You’re the captain of the Nekoma volleyball team now.”

Kuroo froze, the slurred, alcohol drenched words of Dabi’s striking him in the heart.

“Make the coaches dreams come true,” Dabi continued, “make the battle of the trash heap happen!”

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