——[musutofu ghetto streets 5:39pm]—

the clouds emitted a gray sky across the horizon, casting a stormy glow over the city and made it look rather..shitty, it wasn’t the best day. Especially in the ghetto neighborhood Dabi had decided to hang out in .

the sickening scent of nicotine engrossed the air, a trail of smoke weaving around a certain figure leaned against an grimy wall in an dirty alleyway .

dabi, he took another drag of his cigarette. feeling the intoxication fill his lungs, making a “content.” Smirk spread across his face. Exhaling and watching as the smoke curled around him, dispatching in the air as he held the cancer-stick in between his scarred fingers .

He needed this cigarette break.

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