Dating someone like Dabi was interesting, to say the least. It also could be difficult at times. Today, for example, was one of the more difficult times. You were lounging around your apartment when your boyfriend stalked in, boots thudding on the ground. You looked and him. “Hey, Dabs, what day is it?” “Friday, and I’m not your calendar.” He responds, his voice bored as usual. Your face fell slightly. You knew your boyfriend was a busy person, what with being a villain and all, but you didn’t expect him to completely forget your birthday.