Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

Tomato, Tomahto

Text Message From: Private
We'll see about that. I expect you to show up regardless.
12:31am.

My lips pressed into a thin anxious line as I quickly typed back an agreement, tossing my phone on the bed before face planting into my desk.

It's been a long day. I think it's time for bed.

Or so I thought, until life gave me other plans.

Ring! Ring!

The repeated scream of my phone caused me to jump, realizing it wasn't just a text message this time, but a call.

Crap. I hope it's not the private number again...

Hopping off my chair, I raced to my phone, swiping it off the bed to see a new number calling me this time.

That's weird. I don't recognize this number. Who would be calling this late at night?

"Hello?" I answered warily, already thinking it to be another scammer.

But, I was further surprised when a real person replied, sounding casual and young male-like...

"Hello."

I raised my brow expectantly as I waited for the guy to introduce himself. He's the one who called me after all...

But, silence followed.

Great. Now I think he's a scammer again...

I leaned back against my desk, taking another puff of my cigarette before speaking again. "Usually a person announces who they are upon calling a stranger...?"

The guy on the line went silent again for a few more seconds, seeming as if he was swallowing his pride with the small sigh that sounded.

"It's Shouto."

My tired eyes practically bulged out of my head at the words, slapping a hand over my mouth to stop the instinctive screech of shock that wanted to escape me.

What the actual fuck...

Is this real life?

Blinking rapidly, I recalled the last encounter Shouto and I had. He said my face wasn't memorable and then I stormed off in a tizzy. Forgive me if I thought that was the nail in our business partnership coffin.

Dabbing my cigarette in the ashtray, I asked again in disbelief.

"I'm sorry—who is this?"

"The hero from earlier today."

Yep. There's no mistaking that's him. While he might have a problem recognizing my face, I have no problem recognizing the sound of his voice on the phone.

Blunt. Dull. Disinterested. Impossible to miss it, really. Charming...

He's really calling, huh? Did the universe finally give me one last chance? After all, based on our two meeting encounters today, I definitely haven't won over his favor to make him call me in the middle of the night for a casual chat.

Clearly, he wants something—or, judging from the constant deflated sighs from him...he needs something.

Heh. And that bodes very well for my situation, because I am desperate as hell.

My lips curled into a slight smirk as I decided to fuck with him for a little bit of fun karma. He just loves to make shitty jokes about not recognizing me, why not throw it back in his face?