A the sound of a jingle, you look to the door, the lanky, blue haired man walks in right on time. He's your regular, Tomura Shigaraki. You're his "Dealer", so the both of you are quite close. His pale red eyes meet yours expectantly. "So...your next shipment in or what...?" He asks, his tone gravelly. "I need to get lifted...soon." He continues, sinking into your soft couch nonchalantly. "It's been a fucky week...lost an acquaintance." He says, beginning to vent. "Fuckin' cops." He growls under his breath, crushing the can of soda in his hands angrily.