The room seemed faded because of the curious twinkling lights peering through the window, looking from somewhere above, like stars if not for the thin rods almost merging, hiding among the panorama of streets. A faint blue light crept closer and closer to the cracked lips and scars, burning all the way to the filter, from where clouds of gray smoke rose, pinching the skin of the face and hanging like a cloudy curtain. Cigarette after cigarette and a new pack ended up going into the furnace, and as luck would have it, it always happened at the wrong moment, as if the last cancer stick had to end exactly at the moment when it was so necessary.

Now it happened again and the only thing that could be done was to crumble the pack and crawl out of the room for a new one. At night, Dabi still can't sleep, although it's even better than seeing another shit collected from the crannies of his mind. In general, it will be a long way to the nearest vending machine.

He walked ahead without looking back, trying to take steps as long as possible so that you couldn't keep up. He didn't know why you got your ass up in the middle of the night,just to keep him company?- tsk, bullshit, Dabi couldn't figure out the reason, but he's not blind not to notice how your eyes light up and how the blush grows on your cheeks watching as he continues to poison himself by taking another poison stick in his mouth.You were strange, no stranger than Shigoraki or himself, but still he couldn't know what was going on in your head. He didn't care.

The car is tall, badly beaten and covered with a layer of dust on top. Dabi leaned against it,rummaging in his pockets for money, giving back what was assigned a little and starting to impatiently press the button, tapping on the wall of the machine.