It was now the next week and you were waiting anxiously at the computer for your marks to come in.
“If you click that refresh button one more time I’m going to bend you over and rail you against the computer bench,” Dabi warned.
“Why are all your threats sexual?” you grunted, refreshing the tab again.
“Oi,” Dabi said, pointing a finger at you from across the room, “I warned you…”
You looked over at him and raised your finger pointedly then slowly bought it down to the button to click refresh again- clicking the button slowly.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you,” Dabi said as he put down what he was holding and started walking over.
You hurriedly clicked refresh again and he yelled out again.
“You’re like a fucking cat. Tell the cat to stop and it keeps doing it” he barked, grabbing you around the waist as he got to you while you shrieked and repeatedly clicked the button at top speed.
Just as he was about to pull you back from the desk and drop your pants, you saw the site had updated and your results were there.
“Wait!” you screeched, hating his movements, “wait, let me read this…”
Your eyes scanned down the list of names, searching anxiously for yours, and once you saw your name you clicked on the link.
With shaking fingers you entered your password and waited for it to load the new page.
“Come on, come the fuck on!” you hissed, tapping your fingers impatiently on the desk.
Finally it loaded and your results were before you.
“And?” Dabi asked as he leaned over to look at the screen from behind you.
“L..l passed… I PASSED!! I MOTHERFUCKING PASSED!”
Your scream could have been heard across town it was so loud, and as soon as the hideous shriek hadleft your mouth you burst into tears of relief.
“What the fuck?” Dabi chuckled with confusion as you collapsed to the floor.
“I thought I wasn’t going to pass!” you wailed loudly.
“But you said you were 65% sure you’d pass?!” Dabi said.
“I was lying!!” you wailed, “I thought I was going to fail.”
“You’re such a dumbass,” Dabi chuckled, reaching down around your waist and lifting you up against his body, adjusting you so he could drape your body over his shoulder and hug you while you bawled.
“Can I have paint?!” you sobbed, snot running all over his shirt as you pulled back to ask your question.
“Yes, idiot, you can,” Dabi chuckled, wiping the tears from your eyes with one of his gnarled hands, then kissing you on the forehead- a bit of your snot getting on his chin.
It only took him a second to realize what it was that was wetting his shirt then he yanked his head back.
“ARGH?! the fuck?”
You let out this hideous sobbing cackle as he recoiled and dropped you to the ground.
“Nooooo,” you wailed, holding your arms out like a snot filled zombie, “come back and let me love you!”
“Get the fuck away from me!” he yelled, running for the stairs while your weird sobbing laugh followed him.
“Take me to get paint!” you added.
“Get your own fucking paint, snot monster.”
You cackled again.
45 minutes later you and Dabi were standing in the paint aisle of the local hardware store, trying to decide on a new colour for the walls.
“I’m stuck between [colour number 1] and [colour number 2],” you mumbled grumpily with a scowl on your face as you held two colour squares in hand, looking from one to the other.
“Hey” Dabi sidled up beside you, “your eyes are like Cerulean dream,” he uttered lowly.
“Have you even seen my eyes?” You deadpanned, looking at him.
“Your hair.” He continued. “Is enchanted rose.”
“Someone’s been spending too long looking at the dulex colour chart.”
“You make me feel like Tangerine tango”
“Ok, stop. Do you even know how to spell these? You can’t even spell Cerulean.”
“Yes I can. S-E-R”
You made a loud fail buzzer noise, “wrong!” you shouted.
“You didn’t let me finish!”
“You started on the wrong letter, dumbass” you cackled.
“S-E-RV-ice my cock, bitch,” he leered, grabbing you in a gentle headlock as you punched his ribs, trying to escape.
“Sir!” A loud voice called to Dabi, “let her go at once!”
Dabi let you go and you looked over at a very concerned looking customer who had listened in on the second part of your conversation then seen Dabi grab you.
“Are you ok?” The customer asked you, walking over and standing a little between you and Dabi.
“Oh! Yes, I’m fine, he’s my boyfriend. Sorry he’s an ass,” you apologized to the man.
He looked at you then at Dabi then back to you.
“You deserve much better,” he said before turning and walking away.
“You heard him” you leered at Dabi, “I deserve better.”
“Who else can fuck you like I do. You know l’m top tier,” Dabi leered stepping forward and grabbing your body against his, his hips pressing into yours as he grabbed your ass and pulled you against his lower half.
“Psh, I could get myself off just as good,” you replied with airs of haughtiness.
“Is that a challenge?” Dabi asked with one eyebrow raised.
“Ok then, you V me. If you can get yourself off as well as I can get you of, then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” Dabi said confidently.
“Would you get a piercing for me?” you asked deviously.
“I’m covered in piercings,” he replied with a smirk.
“W-What?… A dick piercing?”
“Are you scared?” you taunted, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Not one bit,” he sneered, his turquoise eyes burning like cold flames into yours, “if you want that pussy to climb the ladder then I’m more than happy to comply.”
“You’re on,” you leered.
“Would you get a piercing or tattoo too?”
“Mmmm… maybe? Depends,” you replied, “I’ll think about it. But now back to the more important question.” You held up the two colour blocks you were stuck on. “Which one.!”
After finally deciding on a colour you were going to paint the room, you turned up back home with the tins of paint, plonking them down in the first room to the right.
“Ok, we need to cover things with sheets then start painting.”
Dabi looked around the room at the ripped wallpaper.
“First, we need to scratch all this shit off.”
“Are you gonna do that?” you asked.
“Yeah, I’ll grab the stuff then follow a YouTube video on how to take it off. I’m not having another tap incident happening” he grunted.