Chanceball Chapter 99: Time Skip

“Who did this?” you asked in a stern voice, “did you do this?”

He didn’t reply.

“Dabi?” 

You let go of his chin and quickly walked to the first aid kit that was in the third draw and pulled it out, grabbing a few items to clean the wound.

As you were making your way back to him that’s when you saw the hole in the wall and stopped.

“Did Dabi do this? What is he thinking? What is going on?”

Tearing your eyes away from the jagged hole, you went back to him and started cleaning up his face wounds- the sting of the antiseptic wipe making him hiss a little.

“Sorry, sorry, please… I need to clean it.”

“Do it,” he said in a low voice, “cause me pain. It’s what I deserve.”

“Don’t say that,” you said softly.

“No,” he said, his intense eyes finally finding yours, “after everything I promised you. How I promised myself that… I wouldn’t be like him.” His face darkened and your anxiety peaked for a second- having a flashback about him grabbing you around the throat and fearing he would do it again.

“Shhhh,” you hushed softly as you stepped back a little, “you’re already not like him. You’re aware of what you did and you’re already sorry…”

Dabi stood and engulfed you in a hug, gently but strongly, as he poured his heart out to you, mumbling and rambling a lot of things that, at points, didn’t make any sense.

“Dabi,” you whispered, clutching your hands around under his arms and hooking them over his shoulders as tears slipped down your cheeks, “it’s ok… I’m ok. I’m just happy that you’re aware of what you did. I will tell you though, I’m not going to stand for violence…”

“It will never happen again!” he promised, “never.”

You nodded and kept clutching him.

“I… I don’t like my past though,” he did say in a low voice, “please… only call me Dabi.”

“I literally got your name tattooed on my skin not even 4 hours ago. I’m not about to start calling you by a different name.”

You stepped back and raised your shirt up so that he could see the tattoo that was still covered in the clear film.

“Up… pull your shirt further up. I wanna see those pierced tits,” he said, stepping back more to get you in full view.

“No. Wait, I need to fix your cut first,” you chided, dropping your shirt back down so that you could get back to playing nurse.

Dabi let you fix his cut, stealing and planting kisses on your face in between the times that you were getting gauze or sterile strips. 

“Ok. Now, don’t go head butting walls,” you chided as you stood back and looked at him, hands on hips for good measure.

Dabi looked over at the damaged wall then back to you.

“That was from my fist, actually,” he said.

“Fist??” you asked, looking down at his hand and seeing it scraped and cut, “oh my god! I thought it was only your head you had hit!”

Dabi shrugged.

“It’s fine though, don’t worry about it.”

“No. I need to fix it.”

“Y/N—,”

“No. Sit down. I need to put bandages on it.”

Reluctantly, Dabi sat back down again and let you fix him up.

“So, swapsies?” Dabi leered, the tension from before melting away like butter on hot toast, “show me your tits and I’ll drop my pants.”

“Done deal,” you replied, “how are you feeling? Mine feel really tight.”

“Yeah, mine feel like my dick is 30 inches wide instead of the usual 20 inches.”

You snorted. “Your ego hasn’t been affected, I see. Come on, let’s go and chill in the lounge room.”

Dabi got up and you packed the first aid kit away before following him into the lounge room.

“You first,” you said to him.

Without a second thought he dropped his pants and boxers, lifting his flaccid dick to show off his three piercings.

“That looks so cool… and sore,” you grimaced.

“It’s… uncomfortable,” he replied.

“Did you want ice?”

“Yeah, might, actually,” he replied as he gingerly sat down with his pants down.

“Ok, let me show you mine then I’ll get ice,” you said, pulling your shirt up and off to show him your new decorative pieces.

“So fucking hot,” Dabi groaned, his turquoise eyes taking in all of you, “come over here so I can see it better.”

You walked over and stood before him letting him kiss gently under your tattoo.

“Don’t even think about going near my tits though, I’ll punch you in the dick. I’m not even bluffing,” you said in a dead serious voice.

“Wow. Aggressive. Hot,” Dabi leered teasingly, “I’d be more turned on if my dick wasn’t aching… and it’s not aching in a good way either.”

“Hold on I’ll get ice,” you said, walking off to get a bag of peas from the fridge then bringing them back to him.

You waited for him to put the frozen bag on his poor sad worm then continued your conversation.

“I can’t wait to ride your cock,” you groaned needily, “it’s gonna feel so good with the piercings rubbing inside me.”

“Ok stop, I’m getting hard,” Dabi said, “I’m not supposed to get hard on purpose.”

“My nips are permanently hard at the moment,” you replied, pointing to them.

“I can’t wait to lick them,” he groaned.

“Ok, we need to stop,” you chuckled, “I’ll put a shirt on for now.”

“Nooooo,” Dabi wailed as he watched you go.

“Yes.”

“No, come back sexy lady.”

“Double no to that one,” you called from the laundry where you were looking for a fresh oversized shirt of his.

………………………………..

Not a lot of exciting things happened over the next 4 weeks… 

Ok so maybe a few exciting things happened.

You got your piercing bars resized once the swelling had gone down- everything was healing nicely for the two of you and you were happy to have the bars to the right length.

Dabi got a car! Just a second hand one from his old school coach, but a car none the less, and he drove you both to college on the first day so you could enjoy a drive together.

The first day of college went about as well as any first day of anywhere, but it wasn’t too bad.

“I swear we’ve been past this classroom before?” you commented to Dabi who was walking beside you as you walked through one of the college buildings.

“Where’s the map?” he asked.

“Don’t you have it?” you asked him.

“I thought you put it in your bag last night?” he replied.

There was a long pause and you both looked at each other.

“It’s on the kitchen table isn’t it?” you both asked each other at the same time, then both chuckled at each other and the fact you had synced up and had said the same comment at the same time.

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