The Habits Of Our Hearts

"In a dark room in cold sheets, I can't feel a damn thing. I lost myself between your legs. You know I'd rather be alone but then you call me on the phone." - Habits of My Heart by Jaymes Young

One night was all it took. A little too much alcohol, a heated bar, and cemented heartbreak led everything to him opening his eyes in a room that is not his own. A hangover that was blurred by the strange new room, the smell of vanilla perturbing his nostrils obnoxiously. Throwing his head back, his head hit something that wasn't a mattress. It certainly wasn't a pillow, that's for sure.

"Ow, what the - ?" A deep, husky voice entered his ears, flooding all his senses into shock. He felt frozen in time, his head turned towards the familiar face as he was attacked with the reality of his life.

"I-Ijuuin-sensei?"