“The hell are you doing kid?” Dabi snarled snatching the cigarette from your fingers and stomping it out with a noticeable amount of aggression. You didn’t know why he was so angry when he smoked too.

But that was the thing Dabi feared the most- watching you develop- the same habits he had and hated. He didn’t want you to end up like him, not that he did a very good job of expressing it.

“That’s fucking disgusting.” he muttered obviously pissed off.