Don't worry

There were two personalities standing in a frankly shitty alley. — It's just one Dabi cigarette, nothing bad will happen.— The boy in the hood repeated for the umpteenth time. — Izuku as you don't understand it makes me sad. The eldest of those present said calmly. — It's just one cigarette, so you smoke too.— — Izuku I needed them, without them, too, you can calm down.— Spewing smoke from his mouth, he said like a mantra Dabi. — Mm, I only smoke three times a week. Midoriya said in a forced voice. — Do you smoke only three times? Then you'll be every day soon.— - Dabi, don't you trust me? I'll quit when I want to stop, I can.— - It's just cigarettes, should our relationship deteriorate from them? — Izuku said sarcastically, because he knew that they were nothing more than acquaintances, in this world friends cannot be villains if you are not a villain yourself. — Maybe, but you said yourself that you will stop whenever you want. — Smoking another nicotine stick, Dabi croaked. — These are just cigarettes, Eraserhead gave them to me. — The pleasure could be heard, because Dabi knew that Izuku was a fan of Eraserhead. — Eh, the Bitch is an adult, unlike some. — — It's just cigarettes, I smoke them three times a week. — - It's just cigarettes and soon you will be every day. — — It's only three times a week. — — It will soon become an addiction. — - This is very unlikely, a very small chance. — - It's just cigarettes, you'll soon find out for yourself. — — Dabi, you may not believe me, but when I want to stop, I will, I can. — Grinning, Dabi nodded his head, and slowly walked back to the bar. Muttering something about personalities in burns and that they were all shit, Midoriya sullenly stomped after him. Closing the door to the bar behind her, a Toga flew at Izuka, who had her hair down, in her casual skirt with knee socks and a simple oversize shirt. — Izuku! Braid my bunches! — Like a child, she stammered. Nodding his head towards the counter, he went to her. While Toga was sitting down, Izuku took out a comb and elastic bands. Dividing the hair with an elastic band, he began to make a bun. — Kurogiri, please make any cocktail. — Without looking at the bartender, Deku said. Nodding, the teleporter began to make a cocktail, when he had already finished making it, Midoriya finished with both bunches. Quickly going to Izuku, Kurogiri continued to wipe the glasses further. Thanking Izuku with a nod, he began to drink along the way, taking a cigarette out of his hoodie and lighting it on fire. Taking out of the backpack a notebook with an analysis of future enemies. He sat down on the bar stool where Toga was sitting. A chair creaked nearby and someone sat down on it. A hoarse voice came from his right. Shigaraki, Izuku thought. — Kurogiri pour me too something. – Tomura said, rubbing his neck. Confining himself to a nod, Kurogiri again began to interfere with something. Midoriya just silently sipped a cocktail, simultaneously smoking a cigarette, flicking ash into an ashtray. Izuku was thinking about the enemy's quirk when Shigaraki spoke, already with something in his glass. — Izuku, when will the analysis be completed? Tomura croaked irritably, scratching his neck. — Everything will be ready by tomorrow evening. Midoriya said, taking another drag on his cigarette. — Mmmh — mumbled Shigaraki nodded. Already sitting on the roof in an avenger suit, Deku dangled his legs hanging over the edge. Eraserhead footsteps can already be heard from behind. Izuku didn't think that he would be swinging his legs so carelessly now if he hadn't been saved by sterka at the beginning of his career. Lowering his mask, Deku took out a cigarette and lit it. — Are you smoking a cigarette again, ahh, kid? Although who am I asking. — He breathed out resignedly. — It's just a cigarette, it can't be bad. — I started my hurdy-gurdy as always with a soundboard. — Baby, it makes me sad, you know? — — It's just a cigarette, you also smoked. — — I was young then, and then my friend died. — — These are just cigarettes, and we know that they are pleasant. — — Now I recovered and realized that it is harmful to health. — - So, it's only three times a week. There is not such a big chance to become addicted here. — — It's just a cigarette three times a week, and so soon you will become every day. — — Hero, don't you trust me? When I want to stop I will stop, I can. — — It's just one cigarette, my friend gave it to me. — — Maybe, but is that why you keep going? — — It's just a cigarette and I'm getting addicted. — - It's just a cigarette and you become addicted. –Eraserhead, you may not believe me, but when I want to stop, I will, I can.—