A/N: Just some stuff I think of from the top of my head. I freestyled this so excuse the grammar and punctuation. I am making this a drabble series of shorts with Luciel and MC. {Takes place in 707's Route} so shall I say, spoiler alert.
In this fanfic, MC is very blunt and a smart mouthed. Making her intimidatingly confident and an independent character, unlike like her portrayal in the actual game. I should also add that her relationship with 707 is very strained. She is aware of his inner battles and depression but can only sympathize with him to a degree until she starts to get annoyed with his self-deprecating and self-loathing thoughts and comments. She does not coddle him or encourage his behavior and will call him out on it when she fells necessary. However, she still makes her feelings for him very evident and doesn't try to hide it.

Chapter Text

Tempted to Touch

The usual sound of typing and your soft breathing was the only thing that was heard inside of the bedroom, aside from the crinkling coming from the bag of chips you were finishing. You set the bag down on the desk not feeling like getting up to throw it away and reclined back in the computer chair rocking yourself back in forth in a repetitive motion. Your head was resting on your arms behind your head allowing you to get a good ole' whiff of your armpits. Your eyebrows rose in disgust immediately putting them down right before smelling them one more time for validation.

You smelled like old soup.

It made sense, it was nearly 85 degrees outside and you weren't even sure where Rika's AC was located. And you weren't exactly wearing the best clothes for that kind of weather. You glanced down at your lap not even wanting to know what it smelled like below sea level. The thought was enough to make you cringe. You stood up from your chair making your way to stand up to grab a change of clothes.

"Ass face." You said bending down to pick up one of the fallen items. When Seven didn't reply, you turned your body towards him only to realize he had his headphones on. You wondered if he was listing to music or he just kept it on the drown out any kind of sound. Nonetheless, you walked to him and shook his shoulder.

His eyes snapped towards you with a mixed expression you didn't bother to read into.

"I need to go take a shower." You motioned with your finger, you felt ridiculous asking for permission to use the bathroom like a damn child.

His eyes went to the clothes in your hand then back to you then nodding his head before going back to his laptop. You turned on your heel and opened the door closing it behind you, but not before hearing Seven call out to keep it open. You groaned doing as you were told deciding not to challenge him.

After the previous argument, you tried not to deal with him to avoid getting into another one. And as much as you hated to admit it, after letting your emotions getting the better of you, it was hard to even face him. You slipped into the bathroom throwing your clothes onto the toilet seat cover and stripped down turning on the shower. As you waited for the water to warm up, you glanced in the mirror taking in your appearance.

Your hair was getting longer, and though it was nice to look at, maintaining it was becoming somewhat of a nuisance to you. You unconsciously wrapped your finger around a strand of your hair then letting it fall back into place.

The steam from the shower started to fog the mirror and you curiously touched the sides of the mirror trying to see if it could open, when it did. You saw the different assortment of prescribed medications from top to bottom.

"Damn Rika..." You said out loud picking some of them up and looking at the labels. You decided Rika was diagnosed with some serious kind of illness, or she enjoyed getting high all the time. Whatever it was, you decided it best to close the mirror shut. However, it didn't stop you from checking out the cabinets underneath the sink.

It was odd living in Rika's apartment, but even more peculiar that you never bothered going through her things. It's not like it was wrong…right?

There wasn't much besides house cleaning supplies and a basket with some female products. You couldn't help but rummage through it to see if there was anything useful in there that could have been any use to you. You noticed a pair of scissors and took them into your hand making a chopping motion with them. You stood up facing the mirror once again tilting your head a little in thought.

You cut your hair many times before when you were in college. But that had been years ago, and ever since then you let your hair grow out. The temptation of cutting your hair was starting to seem more logical. It was summer so shorter hair would have been better, and you didn't have to worry about doing as much on the daily just to keep it looking clean. You took you hair and pulled it over your shoulder angling it to see what it would look like if you were to cut your hair.

You bit down on the inside of your cheeks and readjusted the scissors in your hand.

"Why did you take so long?" You heard Seven ask the moment you opened the bathroom door, letting the steam from the shower out.

"I thought something…" he dragged out watching as you entered the room. His expression made you slightly uncomfortable as he didn't say anything but continued staring.

"What?" You knew it had something to do with your new appearance. Your hair was now slightly above your shoulders creating a nice bob. Your bangs where cut slightly revealing more of your eyes. You liked the way it turned out but his staring made you a bit self-conscious.

"You." He started but looked as if he couldn't finish his sentence. You raised an eyebrow, "Cut your hair?" You tried to finish for him slowly. "Do you like it?" You said dramatically flipping it and letting it flutter then fall back in place.

"Why are you wearing?" his question took you back a bit as you looked down to what you were wearing.

"Uhm, clothes." You said simply.

"No, why are you…." Seven paused for a moment and dragged his hand along his face but kept it place shielding his features. "Why aren't you wearing anything?" He sighed, his question coming out muffled from covering his face.

"Because it's hot." You said matter of factly. He removed his hand from his face and furrowed his eyebrows at you. "So, that gives you a reason to dress like that when a man is in your presence?" He asked.

You waved him off with your hand and made your way to the edge of the bed crossing your legs over the other. "I don't see the issue." You said with a shrug.

"I'm wearing house clothes." You finished.

"You're not wearing any pants." He retorted.

You made a face standing up lifting your shirt up revealing your navel while facing him. "Yes I am. The shirt's just long." You said letting the shirt fall back into place. He stared at you for a moment before speaking, "You're still showing to much skin." He said blankly, his eyes traveling down your legs.

"And?" You asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Andit's inappropriate."He said going back to tapping away on his laptop. A look of disgust crossed your features for a moment but was quickly replaced with a sly grin.

"Got a thing for legs Luciel?" You teased extending your foot from where you were standing towards him. Your hands strode down to your ankle slowly making its way back up to your thigh.

Seven stopped typing on his laptop the sides of his lips curling slightly. "I'm more of a foot guy." He commented going back to what he was doing on the screen.

Why weren't you surprised?

"I see." You said retracting your foot back towards you and rested a hand on your hip shifting your weight.

"I'll keep that in mind the next time you piss me off, I'll be sure to shove this whole size 7 down your throat." You laughed mockingly continuing, "How's that for a foot job?"

Seven didn't respond causing you to shrug your shoulders walking to the bed and throwing yourself on it, waiting for the bed to adjust to your weight. You both sat there in silence once again in the room.

The sound of typing and your soft breathing.

You closed your eyes resting both hands on your stomach, and laid there in the mutual shared silence. You couldn't complain, it wasn't like it was awkward or anything of the sort. You thinking to yourself and him…

You lifted your head up slightly to catch a glimpse of the ginger haired man.

Whatever Luciel's do.

You breathed out allowing your mind to wander, your thoughts went back to the recent conversation you shared with him, and couldn't help but smile a little. It wasn't the quality of the conversation itself, it was just reliving to know he wasn't completely ignoring you, and you weren't completely mad with him.

Aside from him still being an ass of course.

After the argument, you had gone back to the bedroom and quietly sobbed for almost an hour, and didn't come out of the room for the remainder of that day. Seven didn't bother to come into the nor, did he attempt to speak with you either. It was hard, for both of you. After all you both were at fault, and you both were ashamed of the result.

"Hey Luciel." You said softly breaking the silence, he responded to you with a grunt allowing you to continue.

"I'm sorry for what happened." You said pausing for a moment then continuing, "I should've controlled my emotions better and I'm sorry for losing my control like that."

There was a thick silence that covered the room, until he finally spoke.

"No, I'm sorry…" He said matching your tone. You contemplated sitting up to look him in the eyes while he spoke, but decided against it considering it was probably easier for him to tell you without having to make eye contact.

"But if we're being completely honest here, you started it." He said. You could somehow hear the smirk in his voice.

You sat up confirming his facial expression and matching his with one of your own. "Don't know what you're talking about love." You said using your hands to support you as you reclined on the bed.

"Riiiight~"

Seven set his laptop down and standing up to his feet. He stretched his limbs out until he heard a satisfied crack, then grabbed his phone pushing it into his pockets. You met his gaze and you once again found yourself lost in his golden orbs.

[BUZZ]

The sound of your phone vibrating on the desk where you left it before entering the shower made you realize you were both staring at each other. You bashfully averted your eyes to the phone making him turn his gaze away as well. He reached over to retrieve the phone and tossed to you which you caught. He then made his way out of the room without a word.

You released the breath of air you didn't realize you were holding and peered down to your phone, it was just one of the party guest responding back to one of your emails. You sat the phone down on your lap, and leaned forward stroking your fingers through your hair.

What the hell was that?

Sure, you would occasionally, look stare at him every now and then.

And maybe there would be a few times where you would accidently intentionally stare at his ass whenever he did decide to leave the room.

But it was always when he didn't notice, he was always too busy to really take note of anything you were doing, regardless of him trying to "keep an eye on you". You sighed continuing stroking your hair.

[BUZZ]

You sat up glancing down and your phone on your lap. There wasn't a need to unlock the phone because you could clearly see the senders message bright and clear the screen.

707: [I like your hair like that, it's cute.]