Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

Shouto The Party Animal

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Shouto POV:

"How about you just pick me up at eight?"

The Woman's voice hadn't stopped playing in my head all night, morning, and now afternoon, causing me to sigh tightly as I ran a hand through my hair.

I could only nudge at my lunch as I looked around the empty meeting room, waiting for my other two classmates to arrive, before glancing at the clock. Again.

2:30pm.

Two-thirty. That means I have to pick up The Woman from her apartment in exactly 5 1/2 hours.

It takes me forty-five minutes to reach her house by the subway—but, what if there's traffic? What if there's a hero worthy incident I need to take care of along the way? What if I get food poisoning from my lunch and I can't go at all?

Not wanting to risk it, I pushed my half eaten food aside and stroked my chin in thought, weighing all of the possible things that could prevent me from reaching The Woman at 8pm sharp.

Maybe I should leave now to make sure I get there on time.

I know it's not obvious, but I haven't been to many parties...

And if they were 'parties,' I never considered them parties because they only consisted of my classmates.

I never really stopped to think about life after that. How Midoriya and the others slowly started incorporating new people into their circle of friends after high school. How I'd gradually started getting invited to new things and would always turn them down, because I just never saw any reason to go.

Like I always said, I don't need any more friends. I'm comfortable and I have enough. And going to a party would mean I have to socialize with new people who would inevitably try to be my friend.

But, The Woman isn't my friend. She's just a person who takes up all of my time and wreaks havoc on my health.

She also hasn't texted me all day again.

She used to bother me all the time in the beginning of our partnership. I couldn't be awake for more than a few hours without seeing her number flash across my screen.

But, it seems like the closer we get, the less she texts me. How does that make sense? I'm genuinely asking.

Slouching back in my chair, I glanced at my phone on the table, tapping on the screen to ensure I hadn't accidentally missed an incoming message.

No new messages.

Nothing. How could she invite me to a party, and sleep with me—fall asleep with me, and call me handsome, and always touch me....

And then not text me?

She should be required by her job to text me everyday. I should talk to her boss about that, or something-

Ding!

The texting chime of my phone caused my daydreaming eyes to widen, sitting up in my chair before snatching the device off the desk quickly.

My heartbeat had skyrocketed and I was sure I was having another heart attack as I scanned the contents of the text, immediately feeling my shoulders fall when I realized...

It's not her.

Text Message From: Momo
Do you want to get dinner tonight?
2:32pm.