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I didn't like smoking to get high. I didn't like getting high all the time either. I couldn't say the same for Dabi. He smoked all the time, whether it be a Puff Bar, weed, or cigarettes, he was always smoking. He more recently had been staying away from cigarettes though, following my mentioning that I didn't like them. Anyway. We had planned the day before to have a weed sesh, edibles, blunts and all, but come the day, I didn't feel like it. I sat next to him on the couch, already comfy,
"Dabi, I'm not feeling it today." I looked at him. He lit an already rolled blunt and took a hit,
"We have edibles." I shrugged,
"Okay." But I just leaned back and scrolled on my phone. Dabi always got a little bit softer when he smoked. More patient, loving, and playful. He snatched my phone,
"What's you're deal?" He took another hit, blowing the smoke away from me. I made a grab for my phone,
"I told you, I'm not in the mood." He held the phone farther out of my reach,
"Why not?" I swiped at it,
"Give it back, Dabi." He playfully blew smoke in my face,
"Not till you tell me what's wrong." I straddled his lap and reached for my phone. He bit my shoulder and laughed when I yelped. I sat back and grumbled,
"I'm just not feeling it." He gently grabbed my face and kissed me, exhaling slowly. I felt smoke puff from his mouth to mine. He smiled and leaned back,
"What about that?" I glared at him and let the smoke waterfall out of my mouth. He squished my face,
"No work for you. All you have to do is kiss me." He smirked and kissed me again, puffing smoke into my mouth once again,
"And I know you like doing that." I inhaled a bit and let the rest waterfall. He took another hit and blew it away from me,
"Ya feel it yet?" I shrugged,
"I guess." He laughed, puffing smoke,
"Guess that means more kisses." He took a big hit and pulled me in, kissing me deeply. He puffed so much smoke into the kiss that it cascaded out of my nose. He pulled away and watched me inhale, blowing it out afterwards. I laughed at his staring. He snuffed the joint,
"What?" I kept giggling. He rolled his eyes, smiling,
"Guess that means it hit..." He started rolling another one across our laps. He lit the fresh blunt, taking a hit. I pouted when he didn't lean in for a kiss. I grabbed his chin and kissed him, inhaling a bit. He smiled against my lips and gently wrapped his hand around my throat. I pulled away and puffed smoke out of my nose. Dabi watched with dim lit eyes,
"Ya feel it?" I nodded and licked my suddenly chapped lips,
"Mmmhmmm..." I leaned forward and took the joint. Dabi cupped my face and stroked my cheek as I took a hit, leaning back against the back of the couch,
"Looks like you're in the mood now." I blew smoke in his face and giggled as he took the blunt back,
"Shut up." He smirked, kissing me and puffing the whole hit into my mouth. I felt it stream out of my nostrils. He pulled away, smiling,
"Make me." I rolled my eyes,
"Puff puff pass, dummy."
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My Hero Academia Imagines
FanfictionA book... strictly about My Hero Academia and my internal monologues about them