“If I could go back in time, I’d slap the cigs out of my own damn hands.” Dabi murmured to himself as you both smoked in a secluded alley. He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and taking a long drag.

“Seriously.”

“You’re better off without them. Quit while you can.” he added, and gave you that look. The one where he stared intently at you and you could tell how much he secretly cared.