You and Dabi were roommates, you two sometimes smoke from time to time, well, least you kinda do yet...don't? Let me explain, you don't smoke cigarettes, weed, nor uh...sniff in anything, you use matches, yes, matches, you not Dabi never knew why you chose to smoke matches, it just suddenly happened, yet, it wasn't addicting at all, it was just fun. Today, you and Dabi were sitting on the couch, a window up to get all the smoke out, Dabi was sitting in your left, shirtless, while smoking a cig, while you were struggling light you lighter, trying to light your match that was currently in your mouth, you started getting annoyed since your lighter wasn't working, was it out? No, couldn't be, this was new, Dabi would glance at you, slightly amused that you were struggling, he couldn't help but find it funny, but he wouldn't admit that, soon, you gave up and tossed the lighter into the coffee table, annoyed, Dabi chuckled

Dabi: "Hehe, here"

He suddenly grabbed your chin and moved your head to look at him, he leaned in close till the tip of his cigarette was touching the tip of your match, it then soon lit, burning the wood, slowly, he then let go and leaned back against the couch

Dabi: "There, happy?"