Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

'Doing It'

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Shouto POV:

I feel like....there's something I'm missing.

It's been picking at my mind all day and The Woman's presence only makes it worse. Actually, I think she's the cause of my headache in the first place.

Every time I think I'm starting to understand her, she makes things complicated again.

One minute, she talks my ear off and sleeps with me—falls asleep with me. Then, she ignores me for twenty-four hours and barely says two words to me when we finally see each other again.

Twenty-four hours is a long time not to see each other. Doesn't she know that? Doesn't she think that? I'm only saying that because how else will we get any work done if I don't see her everyday? It should be a requirement that she has to see me everyday. I should talk to her manager.

I couldn't help but think of Momo's words from dinner last night. She was so excited to see me after a month and said it felt like 'so much time' had passed since the last time we saw each other. At the time, I didn't understand how that could be possible. During the whole month I didn't see her, I didn't even notice her absence.

But, now, I think I understand what she was saying. Because, The Woman didn't send me a text for one day and it felt like years.

And then, when we did see each other today, she was silent at first. Like she didn't have anything to say to me after all that time.

Wasn't she going to explain herself? The reason for her absence? Or talk about falling asleep together the other night? Or ask me about work? Or question what I've been doing? Or....

The silence boggled my mind. She's never silent, and when she is, I can't stand it. I want her to talk. I want her to talk all day and say things I won't remember, and phrases I won't understand. I want her to look at me when she does and pay attention to me, and eye my body the way she thinks I don't notice, and touch me with her hands. The way her mouth moves is so interesting, I can't ever look away. Especially, with that lip ring.

I wanted it. Any of it. I would have taken anything. I wanted it so bad, I spent the first half hour trying to think of something to say when I was doing my sit-ups. Something that would get her talking.

I've only been the one to start a handful of conversations in my life. Who knew it would have been so much work...

And then when she did talk, it fed something inside me. She started doing all the things I was thinking about, looking at me and paying attention to me, and my stomach felt hot. My pulse buzzed with some sort of adrenaline.

A different kind of adrenaline than when I'm fighting. I didn't know what this kind was. But, the feeling only comes from her, and I found I liked the sensation of it.

The feeling only grew the more she talked. Then, it reached its peak when she came closer....closer...

She has this habit, you see.

It's like....she does things—things I'm not expecting....and then just ignores them afterwards.

She's done things like this a few times now. It always starts with her getting real close to me...with her scent of oranges and lilies....and...

Then it increases my blood pressure and makes me feel lightheaded. My chest always tightens and there's a knot in my stomach. A pleasurable knot I don't mind. One I want more of.

She makes these really soft sounds and shows me the lipstick color she chose to wear today...and that little beauty mark under her right eye I never noticed before. She looks at me like she knows something—like she wants something that I'm supposed to give her.....and then....