Forbidden Love [Haise x Touka]

5

Haise stared at Touka, who pulled out a bunch of clothes from the laundry basket and started to hang them up. For a human, she was moving way too easily for someone who had been injured and was on the verge of dying 2 months ago.

Normally, the person would have needed to be sent to the hospital for treatment but she didn't require any. Instead, her wounds had closed too fast, and body had recovered faster than a normal human would.

She could say that she always had fast regeneration, but even so, that wouldn't clear his suspicions of her being a vampire. He shook his head. No. She could have been lying to him all this time.

He needed proper evidence to prove that she was a vampire but it's hard to do so, because of her lost memories.

He decided to be patient. It's been only 2 months. Vampires normally fed on human's blood once every few months and he needed to wait. If she did not feed at all in the time they were together, he could then safely say that she wasn't a vampire due to how they turn crazy when they don't get blood.

For her own sake, he hoped that she would regain her memories soon.

For his own sake, he hoped that she wasn't a vampire because he liked her a lot and would have to kill her if she really were one.

Snapping out of his thoughts for now, he directed his attention back to his book and couldn't help but enjoy Touka's soft humming whilst she hung up the clothes. "What are you singing?"

"Hmm? I don't know, I just feel like I know this tune."

"It's nice."

It occurred to him that in all these years of living alone, the house was only here for the purpose of him returning just to rest and his personal sanctuary. It was a place he liked to be alone in, which he shared with no one else. Back when he had girlfriends, he never once let them in his home. But now, he was actually sharing his home with a stranger whom he had just met months ago, and she wasn't even his girlfriend.

By right, he should be feeling that his personal space is being invaded by some stranger and shouldn't be liking it. Strangely, he didn't and realized how comforting it was to have someone waiting for him to return and sharing his space with him. He certainly wouldn't mind seeing her hang the clothes every day like this.

Haise had been so engrossed with his thoughts that he didn't notice her sneaking up from behind him. "What are you reading?"

It startled the shit out of him as he almost dropped his book and held it tightly. "The Black Goat's Egg. It's a psychological book."

"Hmm, you read some boring books, don't ya? No wonder you're such a boring person." Touka answered, unimpressed.

He turned to her, opening his mouth to protest but found his words stuck in his throat as he came face to face with her. Those blue eyes of hers stared deeply into his own, and he could literally feel her breath on his. 

Their faces were only centimeters away from another, and his cheeks warmed at the proximity. Her lips parted slightly and his eyes followed the action, gaze lingering on her pink lips for longer than appropriate.

"You're too close! I'm taking a shower!" He exclaimed, standing abruptly and quickly ran into his room before slamming the door behind him.

Touka frowned and picked up the book he left behind.

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Slamming the door behind him, Haise placed his hand over his racing heart and willed for it to calm down but to no avail. What was this? Why was his heart racing from just being so close to her? Why the hell was he staring at her lips like he wanted to kiss them?

He hadn't experienced this in a long time since it's been a few years since his relationship with a woman. And it just struck him that he hasn't taken into account that he has been living with an amnesiac and beautiful woman.

The reason why he didn't think of this before was that she didn't look this attractive when he first found her as compared to now. Back then, her hair was disheveled, face stained with dirt and mud, the body a mess with multiple wounds. The dress she had on wasn't flattering either, with it being filled with holes.

Now, she wore a black skater dress that went only to her thighs, the darkness of it matching her midnight blue eyes—where one of it is covered by her violet-colored bangs—and she smelt of flowers. It might be due to her shampoo or body soap but she sure as hell smell nice, enticing, and so womanly.

He needed to be more careful in his interaction with her. He couldn't be too close to her.

Despite his warnings to himself, he felt like his heart was in a lot of trouble.