"Alright. Ready to go? I need to grab a few groceries for mom too, so don't take too long getting dye."

Dimentio couldn't help but stare at Izuku's large, red shoes. Izuku noticed his gaze and clicked his heels together twice.

"I like them."

Inko was willing to drive them to the store, but she had other places to be and promised to pick them up when they finished. Izuku noticed Dimentio was fiddling with something during the ride, but didn't get the time to ask. Dimentio seemed to be in a hurry to go inside.

"Alright, I'll start by getting milk. The hair dye is down that way." He pointed to the left after they entered the store. "The signs should say where it is."

Izuku told him the sign would be in Japanese, and explained what it would be called. Dimentio covered his hair with the hood on his poncho as he was left behind by Izuku. People gave him irritated glances as he passed them. He couldn't believe all these people recognized him without his mask. He looked down at his clothes. That was it. He was the only one in Japan dressed like a jester who had tried to kill hundreds of people. He glanced around and spotted a table with magazines resting on it. He picked up the one on the top of the pile and examined the cover.

"'The top ten recent fashion trends?' What does that mean?" He flipped it open, tugging the hood down in an attempt to block his face. "This style of clothes...I wonder if it can hide me."

He remembered what Izuku said. Izuku said he looked old. He was only thirty, he wasn't old! He flipped off of the adults section into the teens.

"I'm not old..." He slapped the magazine shut. "That's it, I'll wear that. It works."

He went into the hair dye isle and started looking for a yellow. He found black, but the yellow was gone. Red was a good replacement, but it wasn't really his color. It looked too aggressive to him.

"People would confuse you for an old man!"

He shook it off and placed the black onto the shelf. "Stupid brat. Who does he think he is, calling me old like that?"

He stormed off to the clothes isle, no longer caring to hide. He went to the teens section and started looking for the outfit that caught his attention.

"Black, black...Black or purple or yellow...Those work well too."

"Excuse me, young man."

He flinched.

It was an old woman who acknowledged him, who was holding hands with an old man. Both of their hair was white and balding, and the woman was using a cane.

"We're looking for the toys isle," the man said. "It's our Granddaughter's birthday tomorrow, and we want to get her something special."

Dimentio ran his hands through his hair. "O-old...S%$#, s%$#, s%$#..." He pulled some strands out. "Izuku was right. Oh gosh, he was f&^ ing right."

"Are you alright, young man?"

"Don't f&^ ing lie to me, b&*$%! Go find the isle your f&^ ing self!"

"It seems like he's having a rough day..." The woman started off. "Let's keep going, Shiro."

They waddled off. Dimentio slammed his fist into the shelf. He slid down the self and rested his face on his knees. He begun lightly sobbing, but quickly stopped when he heard somebody walk past. He quickly wiped off his face and grabbed a pair of clothing; hurrying off before anybody could see him. He went to the checkout counter.

"Here." Dimentio plopped the items onto the conveyor belt.

The cashier was somebody in his late teens, and he looked pretty wiped out. He turned the screen around to show Dimentio how much he owed.

Dimentio dropped a bunch of coins onto the counter. "Here."

"What is this?"

"Coins. How else am I going to pay?"

"This might work where you're from, but here we pay in yen..."

"Well, I don't have 'yen.' Just take it. It's the same amount."

"This store doesn't take this kind of cash. Please just pay normally."

"I am," he squinted at the name tag, "Jonathan. This is how you pay money, isn't it?" He folded his arms and let out a huff. "Just accept it. I don't have any 'yen.'"

"I can't accept this, we don't take this currency here."

Dimentio grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to him over the counter. "Listen, Jonny, I want this stuff. You're lucky I didn't think about shoplifting this! Just accept this, and let me leave this h%$$scape." He dropped Jonathan, the teen stumbling backwards a bit.

"O-okay...F-fine! Just please stop causing a disturbance in th-the store!"

"Thank you! Was that so hard?"

Jonathan handed Dimentio his bag and the jester went to leave. The anklet sent a surge of paint through his leg when he reached the doorway.

"Too far from trusted guide," it beeped. "Please return to the premises."

"I'll return you to the f^&%ing store you were bought from!" He kicked the anklet against the doorframe, another surge of pain going through his entire body. He grabbed his head. "Oh, gosh. F^&%."

Izuku reunited with Dimentio at the front of the store. Izuku exited first. He sent a text to Inko that they had finished, and waited in silence for a moment.

"Dimentio," he spoke at last, "I heard you were being a disturbance. And why did you cuss out that old couple for? That was completely uncalled for!"

Dimentio was still holding his head. "Ahh...That electric torture was uncalled for..."

"I see I can't seem to get through that thick skull of yours."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're not listening to me no matter how much I try! So why even bother talking to you?"

During the ride back to the apartment, Izuku took a quick peek in the review mirror. Dimentio was sewing together deep blue and purple fabric. Izuku saw, in the jester's lap, a small plushie of Shi. Dimentio was currently working on the third section of their hat. It didn't look the best, but Izuku thought it was pretty cute. He watched as Dimentio sewed the final section of the hat to their head and stitched a bell onto the end. Dimentio held it in front of his face and tested the bells; carefully as to not make too much sound.

"Is that Shi?"

The mercenary's face turned a bright red and he attempted to cover it with his hands. Izuku could see it through the empty areas where his arms should be. "It's uh...Yeah. It's Shi. I sew when I'm bored, and I thought of Shi and through they would make a great marketable plush." He hugged it. "But why do you care?"

"Because," he beamed, "the plushie's cute!"

"Shut the h#$& up, Izuku."