You didn't know exactly when you started smoking weed, what you were sure of was whose fault it was, Dabi

Somehow he convinced you to smoke a little with him, then another, then another... And another, until you finally ended up being addicted just like Dabi... Well, it didn't affect you much, you had nothing to lose, you lost everything a long time ago and drugs maybe can help you forget

Today, you and Dabi were in his room, you were lying on the bed lazily, while you watched Dabi roll the weed perfectly

Dabi handed you the makeshift cigarette and smiled at you as he placed his on his dry lips

"Ya look like you're gonna die if you don't have that shit in your mouth... Someday you're gonna get some kind of cancer from that."

he said as he lit the tip with a small flame coming out of his finger