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Habit
My life is supremely uninteresting: I work and eat and sleep. When I'm not too tired, I read. Most days, I end up sprawled on the couch in my living room. It's a habit.
The phone rings and I reach to answer it, unthinking. It's a habit.
"Sumeragi desu," I say. The moment the words spill out, I know who it is; I can feel his hunter's smile through the telephone wire.
"Hello, Subaru-kun," he replies. His smile widens, and I slam the receiver into its cradle. If the phone rings again, I won't pick up. Habits can be broken.