HOMRA One shots (K project)

Eric x Strain! Reader

~ Eric's POV ~

March isn't a very special month. Nothing important happens, not even any birthdays. It's here and gone before you even notice the winter fade into spring.

At least that's how I felt about it, and that's seriously what I was thinking about while everyone else in the bar was gathered around the pool table, laughing over a game.

I was in a rather sour mood today, so I reverted back to my quiet and isolated nature. I think the members of Homra were starting to understand that too, all I had to do was answer their questions with a nod or shake of my head and they would leave me to myself. It was nice most of the time, but there was that small percentage that sort of wished they wouldn't ignore me so easily.

But that's beside the topic and it didn't matter anyways, so I continued to watch them bicker and joke over pool as I sat cross-legged on the black, leather couch, sipping on something Izumo and Anna mixed up for us.

At the moment, it was Yata, Chitose, Dewa and Shohei playing, and by the looks of things, Chitose was winning graciously.

But as always, Yata was losing awfully.

"Oh come on, man!" He huffed angrily as the target ball smacked into the 8 ball, sending it flying into a side pocket. Everyone chuckled.

"Calm down, Yata. You shouldn't get so angry." Dewa muttered, slapping him on the back.

"Yeah, you should expect this by now." Chitose tacked on torturously, taking a drag from his cigarette. I watched the smoke drift from his mouth as a cocky smirk graced his lips, sending into Yata of even more of a fury and making me sigh heavily.

I think I've heard this all before.

I heaved myself up from the couch, drinking whatever was left of the liquid in my cup and placing it on a mahogany side table.

"Aw, hey, where are you going Eric? We're going to need a witness!" Shohei called after me as I padded across the hardwood floors over to the bar.

I didn't answer, only sighed once again.

I climbed into a bar stool beside Anna, who gave me a friendly grin (which I returned) and pushed some of my blonde hair out of my eyes. As I lowered my hand, I caught Izumo staring at me.

I pursed my lips and cocked my head, which was basically my way of asking: "What?"

Izumo only shrugged, and started to open his mouth when the bar door swung open and the bell above it jingled excitedly. Instinctively, I turned my head to see who it was; and it was a girl.

She was wearing a long-sleeved, dark green sweater and regular, worn blue jeans. As I looked closer, I swore there were remnants of tattoos traveling up her neck.

Scuffed and dirty black sneakers covered her feet, she had delicate facial features and a small smile on her pale red lips, but what made me turn around in my seat to look at her was her eyes.

They told a different story than her smile, they were a bit darker than the rest of her vibe.

And you could tell just by looking at those (E/c) orbs, that she had seen some things...some dark things perhaps.

The other thing was her hair; it wasn't colored normally as someone would say, it was white, a bleached snowy white.

The bar fell silent, and the mysterious girl seemed to realize it. Her eyes widened a little and she nervously tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, then she proceeded to tug at her sleeves, pulling them over her hands, as if to... hide something.