Bad Habits - (Shouto x OC)

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Shouto POV:

I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep until consciousness bled back into my eardrums, slowly, as if someone was gradually turning up the volume on the television.

Mr. Aizawa had given me specific instructions to stay awake several hours after my concussion, and yet, I didn't do that. Not on purpose, but I guess I'm becoming more of a rule breaker (?) everyday. Also, I guess that means I'm lucky to be alive, right? But, then again, Midoriya said the 'no falling asleep thing' after hitting your head was a myth. That means he's either correct, or I defied the laws of the brain, and was extremely lucky to wake up this morning.

But, it was hard not to fall asleep. The pain pills Lani gave me for my headache last night made me drowsy, and when she insisted she'd 'get out of my hair' for the night (whatever that means...), I quickly insisted she stay. To be honest though, I wanted her to stay for two reasons.

The first was because I invited her to come over in the first place....um....obviously for the intention of engaging with her company. But, the second reason was due to what I'd witnessed yesterday. It's not very often I feel....concerned for people. However, my senses always seemed to rewire themselves when it came to Lani, instinctively feeling emotions I never do, instinctively waking up a part of me that no one else had the ability to do.

So....yes. I was.....concerned. I didn't know what other word to use for Lani's behavior, or the way she was acting....and crying. Most importantly, I didn't know what to make of the...realization I'd come to last night, during my last few moments of consciousness before sleep took over.

Lani...had lied to me. And....I don't think she knows I'm....aware of that.

I remained on my side as the rain continued to shower the windows of my apartment. Lani was safe, right now, nestled against me in bed. She had the covers hiked all the way up to her chin which was unusual for her. Normally, she doesn't even like a blanket over her body. She always sleeps with one foot covered, but never two because 'that's too much commitment, ya know?' And no, I don't know...

But, right now, her unconscious body seemed to be seeking some sort of security, I could see it from the way she was fisting the sheets, her frame curled so tightly into the fetal position, I wasn't sure how her lungs could get enough air. Luckily, her features were peaceful, though my admiration muddled from the black and blue bruises that littered her face.

'I fell down the stairs,' She'd said last night, her voice wavering and more panicked than she'd realized.

Immediately, I knew it wasn't the truth. Not just because of the odd way she'd said it, but also because of...another reason...

I know what it's like....to be...abused. Fingerprints make a specific shape on your skin when they bruise. Ones that look just like...

Gently, I pried the security blanket from her fingers, her unconscious frame allowing me, before I slowly shifted it down to her legs. She was wearing my shirt, the one I'd lent her last night before we lay in bed. It stopped just past her bare upper thighs, but right now, I was more concerned about her arms.