Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

Your Dream Girl Won't Just Fall From The Sky...

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Lani POV:

My heart raced with adrenaline as I stood at the edge of the tall building, letting the balls of my feet tip over the very edge without hesitation.

I jumped—or, rather voluntarily fell, letting my hands extend from my sides as the wind cradled my body.

Looking up at the sky was peaceful, the fast moving breeze kissed my face as I anticipated the moment I would finally hit the ground.

I did a few moments later...

....plopping into the giant blocks of styrofoam, waiting for me at the bottom of the safety pit.

Of course there's a safety pit. This book would have been a lot shorter otherwise...

A small huff of content sounded from my mouth after the fall, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of my face.

Not a word was spoken as I waited expectantly for what would happen next, groaning in annoyance and looking towards the sidelines when nothing did.

"Uhhh, Shouto? You're supposed to save me, remember?" I said blandly, watching him cross his arms uneventfully.

He looked at my frame in the styrofoam pit before trailing his bored eyes around the empty hero commission training gym we were currently in.

"But, you're not in any danger."

I threw my head back into the blocks with crumbling patience. I've only spent 30 minutes with him this morning and I'm ready to reapply as Present Mic's personal kitten.

"Yeah, well if I had been, I would have splatted to the ground like a broken egg with that attitude." I grumbled, crawling myself towards the edge of the safety pit.

"That's incorrect." Shouto said plainly, watching me struggle to get out of the pit without care. "If you were in real danger, I would have saved you."

I glared at him as I continued stumbling over the blocks, losing my balance before falling face first into the styrofoam.

With my face down and ass up, I wiggled myself back upright, seeing those unbothered dual colored eyes still watching me drown.

"Yes, I know that—ow—but—god damn it—we're practicing, remember? Roleplaying, if you will."

"Roleplaying?" His brows raised in confusion before I sloppily crawled to the edge.

I breathed heavily from the exertion of wrestling myself out of the blocks, melting in a heap at Shouto's feet.

God, he's really no help at all, huh.

"The exercise—phew—the exercise is to save me so we can work on your skills of comforting civilians." I explained, quickly forcing myself back to standing. "All you have to do is save me and I'll help you through the rest."

He sighed in displeasure, glancing at the wall clock before realizing we still had a lot of time left during our session.

Feeling content with his defeat and forced cooperation, I shot him a small smirk. His eyes returned it with a tired glare as I brushed past his shoulder, starting to climb the ladder back up to the top of the 'building.'

This particular gym of the hero commission is a simulation room. It has buildings and roads like a city. Good for heroes to practice precision of their quirks in tight, delicate spaces.

"...do I have to?" He muttered bluntly, watching me climb the ladder.

"Yes."

Realizing he wouldn't be able to get out of the exercise he probably thought was stupid, he uncrossed his arms once I reached the top.