🍽️ - dabi broke af so do what you must with that
Valentines is, in Totoko’s opinions, the single worst day of the year.
Every year, on the dot, lovey dovey couples suddenly think it’s free real estate to brag about their relationship, making dramatic confessions in public, interrupting everyone else’s day just to do so.
Flowers? Hearts? Chocolates? Please! You really think other people care! We just want to take the train, or buy our lunch from the supermarket, or cross the damn street!
…This resentment, by the way, totally has nothing to do with the fact that Totoko has never once spent a Valentines with someone special. No, that’s just a sidenote. She’s gotten countless confessions (from perverted NEETs), countless propositions (from perverted NEETs) and countless chocolates (again, from perverted NEETs), but in the end, they only wanted one thing from her —
so what’s wrong with her wanting something in return?!
Just, generally, she has no attachments to the date, but some company’s better than none, so when a handsome stranger — albeit in that rugged, roguish sort of way — gives her a lazy smirk, invites her to dinner, Totoko accepts coyly.
Dabi flirts for a bit, she flirts back, then he excuses himself momentarily; Totoko doesn’t even blink when screams sound off in the distance, and Dabi returns moments later with a burnt (stolen) wallet.
(Later, a policeman approaches, asking if anyone’s seen anything suspicious — ‘There’s been a mugging in this area, you see!’ — and Totoko gasps, eyes wide. She glances to the corner of her eye, bottom lip trembling, eyes tearing up in fright.
“Officer… There was someone… they ran off in that direction… They were so scary… But you’ll take care of it, right…? I have so much respect for you guys, after all…”
Damsel in distress has so much pull that the officer completely ignores the villain holding stolen wallet beside her, flustered that such a pretty girl would flirt with them that they stutter and rush off in the random direction Totoko’s pointed.
Once they’ve passed, Totoko shrugs, expression changing quickly and turns back to her date—
“Dabi-kun, is it…?” a bat of her eyelashes. “It’s so nice of you to invite me out. This place is so strange and scary.” The back of her hand ‘accidentally’ touches against his as she keeps pace with him on their way to dinner.
“So many thieves about, you know? I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
