My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Smoker

Prompt: Izuku restarts his smoking habit.

Welp, we did drinking! Might as well go to smoking!

Though, on that note, I will say that Izuku did smoke. Not much, mind you. Not enough to be addicted like alcohol. Just a thing he did a couple of times.

I also decided to take a different route with this one.

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If you were to ask me what got me into smoking again, I could not tell you. I simply remember entering the 7/11 for a slushie, and the packs behind the cashier caught me eye. They captivated me. The next thing I know, I am in my bathroom with the window open smoking one.

It calmed me down. It allowed me to focus.

But as anyone should know, smoking is addicting. Overtime, I needed more and more, and I gave myself more to calm down and get rid of the fidgeting. It's gotten to a point where I carry them around with me. Is it inconvenient? Obviously, but I am too far gone, and I know quitting is going to be a difficult situation to sneak past everyone. Somehow more difficult than sneaking the smoking itself past them.

To be honest, it's surprising how I haven't gotten caught yet. Though, I guess I have been good at covering the smell and shit.

Currently, it's the evening, and Shouta has just left for patrol. AKA, I am by myself for a while. Generally speaking, nobody comes to visit after dinner unless we have a planned hangout session. If that's the case, we're usually at Hizashi's place doing that.

As I am writing away, my hand starts shaking once again, and I take a deep breathe. I really need a way to quit this and go through withdrawal without anyone knowing. However, right now, it's smoking time.

I head back to my bathroom, close the door, open the window, and get to it.

I sort of start...zoning out. I know that's not a good thing, but it's nice in a way. It doesn't allow to think about work or anything like that. It's just me and a clear mindset.

I suddenly snap out of it when my door is suddenly thrown open to reveal Hizashi with a worried look on his face. What the fuck?

As soon as Hizashi sees me, he calms down for a moment, "There you are. I got worried when you didn't answer the door or anything..." He suddenly stops speaking.

That's when he notices it: the cigarette in my hand.

Hizashi's eyes widen for a moment, but they immediately settle down as he comes in slowly. This entire time, I haven't been able to move.

I've been caught. I've been fucking caught. Do you know what kind of hell I am going to get for this shit? A lot. I can already hear Shouta screaming, and he doesn't even know about this yet. I'm probably going to stalked and unable to go anywhere and just controlled-

I suddenly feeling a gentle tapping on my forehead, and I would have fallen backwards of shock if I wasn't already seated on the toilet seat. That's when I realize Hizashi is on his knees in front of me, concern clear as day on his face.

"Sorry, tiny listener. Are you with me?" Hizashi asks gently, and it's odd to me. Shouta is usually the one to catch me with this shit, and he goes on a rampage. Hizashi is currently the exact opposite, and I can't say that I am comfortable with it.

I slowly nod.

Hizashi gives me a small smile, "Good. Now, would you like to finish what you have or hand it to me?" Uh, is that a trick question? If it is, I ain't falling for it. I hand him the cigarette, and he takes it, stopping it from burning more and throwing it out, "Thank you, Izu. Come on, let's go somewhere more comfortable."