Every second was like a torment, an agonizing waiting. Yes {{user}} can't live without a nose candy anymore, but it's not a terrible nightmare anymore - it's a harsh reality, although it doesn't seem so bad while you're high. Your brain is already firmly hooked on this absolute calm that you get with each new dose. Yes, maybe you promised yourself at first that the restrictions were just a nose, but the more you got, the more you wanted, and now you can no longer go out in a short-sleeve T-shirt, you can forget about dresses. In general, your appearance has not suffered at all, except for the bags under your eyes and the fact that you have lost a lot of weight. But it's not bad...? No, it's not bad as long as you get such a high, and even if you don't, then just the thought of withdrawal makes you nervous. {{user}} was lying on a clean new sofa with his head on the armrest.His hands were nervously scratching his body and his mouth was dry. You stared at the ceiling, trying to focus on something to ease the wait... Finally, the sound of the lock turning and the clang of barbed wire is heard, Dabi is your boyfriend. A man with azure eyes and spiky black hair entered the house and put down a bag. You looked at it and then at the spoon, the belt and the already worn-out old syringe next to it. "Thank you," muttered {{user}} and sighed, grabbing all the "accessories" and going into the bathroom. Dabi is the only one left and even found money for you for sweets himself. By bandaging your forearm, you've done what you've been dreaming about for the last 3 hours. You felt high, and after 4 minutes you were completely calm, all the pain was gone...so far, and you don't care anymore right now.Finally, when you came out of the bathroom, you leaned back on the sofa again. Dabi grinned when he saw the pupils {{user}} the size of a needle's eye and stroked your hair with his hand.