Sitting in the back booth, Dabi idly watches the owner of the shop clean some bread knives. A flash of bright blond bursts through the front doors of the shop with all of the force of a rogue gale. Dabi's eyes flick over to the silver bell that chimes merrily, gleefully announcing the presence of the man. It just takes a look to know that this guy probably shops at something stupid like 'Hipsters Я Us'. All in all, the sort of guy who Dabi would've picked on in high school if he hadn't dropped out. - "Alright. Fine." Dabi nods and crosses his arms. "What do you want me to do?" "Uh, like, maybe pretend to be my boyfriend?"