it wasn't uncommon for mafioso's to smoke. After all; you steal, you kill, you break. What's a little smoking compared to all of your other crimes?

After managing to swipe a pack off of some grunt, you'd retreated to the mafia's balcony late at night to actually smoke one. However, upon sticking one in your mouth, a hand reached around and snatched it off of you. You glanced up only to be met by the demon prodigy; Dazai Osamu.

He ignored your protests, simply stealing the cigarette for himself. What you hadn't even noticed was that he'd already managed to swipe the pack off of you, too. When you protested that it was simply a cigarette, he nodded in agreement.

"It is just a cigarette. And it harms your pretty lungs." He spoke, glancing down at you.