Not Like The Rest DrakenxfemOC

Good and Bad

Over the past month Draken has memorized my work schedule, taking me to and from work almost every shift. It's really cute, but I don't understand why. We didn't even know each other a couple months ago and now he's my personal escort. I sometimes wonder if he feels like he has to do this because I'm a girl who lives alone with a tragic past. Is he only doing this out of sympathy, but what kind of person goes to this extent for someone they don't care about.

I've tried to wrap my mind around the whole situation many times, but I keep finding dead ends. We haven't known each other long enough for him to truly care about me, right?

It's a little odd and I barely have a moment to myself between work and hanging out with the blonde to find a conclusion. You'd think I would just get the answer out of him, but he isn't exactly all that direct.

Thankfully, he didn't pick me up tonight.

Although, I enjoy his presence it's nice walking home alone. It allows me to appreciate the beautiful night sky shining with brilliant stars, the moon illuminating the street. The sound of chirping crickets and the soft cool breeze through my hair.

Everything is so lovely like a breath of fresh air. A weight lifted from my shoulders as I don't need to be concerned about my flaws showing because there's nobody to see, but I will admit it does feel a little lonley.

I weave my fingers skillfully through fudge locks creating a braid down the side of my head. The sensation of my silky mane slipping between my fingers putting me at ease as I wonder why Draken wasn't there when I left work tonight.

Not that I mind, it has just become a habit of his and I'm slightly concerned with the abrupt change.

Perhaps he wasn't feeling well and seeing we still haven't exchanged numbers we couldn't simply message one another.

DING!

The doorbell frees me from my thoughts as I turn curiously to the sound. I stop braiding my hair keeping my long tresses intertwined through my digits tightly to ensure they don't slip loose. My socks scuff the wooden planks as I travel towards the front door, a breeze gushing in through the entrance causing a ripple of goosebumps to appear across my exposed stomach. I glance up at the visitor only to find Draken leaning his back against the frame, arms crossed over his chest.

He looks over his shoulder expectantly, his dark globes instantly checking me from head to toe making me self-conscious of my appearance.

I look down bashfully at my pajamas, big, baggy sweat pants, a sports bra and long socks covered with images of cute animals. I hear him chuckle under his breath, staring at my childish socks with mirth as he pushes himself off of the wall turning his body fully towards me.

"Good evening," I smile awkwardly, using my free hand to hug my exposed waist. "Sorry for the appearance, I wasn't expecting anyone."

"Don't worry about it. I just wanted to stop by seeing I didn't pick you up from work tonight. An unexpected meeting was called and I-"

"You don't need to explain yourself. I've told you countless times already that you don't have to take me to and from every shift," I explain, stepping to the side for him to enter. He turns a blind eye to my statement as per usual, removing his shoes as I shut the door behind him.

"Have you eaten? I can make you something if you want," I offer finishing my braid and tying it tightly at the end with a spare hair lackey I had on my wrist.

"Nah. I was thinking that seeing you don't have work tomorrow. How about we go to Shibuya tonight?"

"Like, right now?"