Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

Emila? Erin? Elizabeth? Elise-

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Shouto POV:

I can feel the distance growing between us and that's not something I usually care about.

My whole life has been about distance. From everyone, all the time. It's like I was always trapped in my own bubble away from the rest of the world. And I never minded it, or at least, I always thought I didn't after a time. Distance became comforting because I didn't know anything else, and facing the world as it is was simply overwhelming.

Yeah. That's how it always was.

But, for once, the distance scares me now. Because Lani had slid into my bubble—the bubble of distance I lived in. The bubble away from everyone else. She slid into it—and I don't know how, but she did. She became familiar to me, and now it wasn't just myself looking at the world through this little fishbowl, it was her. It was us. Together.

She's become my....normal. And I...I guess I didn't realize it until recently—because it feels like she's trying to escape the bubble. If I could, like....put an iron cell around the bubble so she couldn't get out of it, I would do it. I wonder if she'd be mad. It wouldn't matter if she was though, because she still wouldn't be able to leave. And I don't mean that in a kidnapping sort of way. I mean it in a she's-not-allowed-to-leave sort of way. I'm sure there's a difference.

But, there's no iron cell, and I feel her slowly slipping away, leaving me in my little fishbowl once again. Leaving me...

Alone.

With a tired sigh, I took one more pointless glance in the mirror of Sakura Cafe—the place that Lani works at. I didn't really care about how I might look for this date tonight, but Lani sure did. She spent over an hour getting me ready, and I was okay with that part, because her attention was on me. That's where it should be. All the time. Because I'm her job.

I can still feel her fingers running through my hair as she styled it for me, still feel her hands gliding along my body, smoothing out the creases of my shirt. I may have made a few extra, unnecessary creases just to feel her touch me again, and again.

Her eyes were so focused on my mouth just a little while ago, applying chapstick to it for over a minute. She didn't need to do that, I carry lip balm in my pocket, I know how to put it on. But, she did it better. She really did, because she came in closer with each swipe across my lips, letting her breath roll over my mouth.

It was just her and I, and that's how I like it. It only made me care less about the date. It actually made me dread it, and I hadn't dreaded things for a very long time. I never cared enough to dread, but suddenly I do now.

My eyes barely fell from my reflection before a figure behind me caught my attention. My heart came to life when Lani's head popped over my shoulder in the mirror, admiring the way she styled my hair. With a small whistle, her arms snaked around me from behind and lightly pulled me back.

It felt good. God, it felt so good, I melted into her arms as she caressed my chest, feeling her smile against me and rest her head in the crook of my neck. It belonged there. I think....her face shape was made just for that spot against me, or something.

When did I become used to this? When did I start to like it?

I never used to like when anyone touched me. It was a constant source of tension between Momo and I, because she always wanted this, she always wanted to touch me just like this, but every instinct in my body tensed up when she did. But, with Lani, it feels like I can't breathe when she doesn't touch me. The insatiable feeling comes back, kind of like it is right now. And I just get this urge to.....to...