A/N: A random idea! (And a perfect excuse to write my OTP) Just a super quick drabble.

Miles glared at Maya out of habit and something inside him recoiled, so he looked away. That's better. He could glare at the wall, or plants. He could do that.

"Really, Mr. Edgeworth. You can squint at people without turning it into a glare," Maya said.

She… had a point. There's no need to glare at her. She was not a defendant nor a suspect. Miles tried to stop glaring at the plant and the world went blurry. Without his sight, he was vulnerable. Helpless. Miles hated those words and being what the words described.

He didn't know what was worse, a blurry world or looking into someone's eyes?

...

One infamous thing everyone knew about Miles was his glare.

Being with vK had shaped him into a perfect prosecutor. He even forgot himself at times. Prosecutors from the vK household do not show emotions. They were to always have an upper hand, always in a position of control. Every single thing in life was a test and they must be performed in perfection.

Years after Miles was free from MvK, Miles still had the habits he could not get rid of. Because, of course, those habits were taught in perfection, deeply stained him and marked him forever. Couldn't stop even the habits he didn't want or need.

Miles hated glaring at people. It physically hurt him from the inside, if that made sense.

And yes, MvK forced him to, ordered him to keep glaring and don't look away, even though everything in him was screaming to look away because eye contact was so intense, then it started to hurt, and he felt so vulnerable, and MvK's eyes were so so cold.

Miles wanted to stop, but just like other habits he got from MvK, he couldn't get rid of it. Maybe MvK wanted him to hurt.

Making eye contact hurt him very much so.

…

"Mr. Edgeworth? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Miles blinked and squinted. "... Three?"

"Close enough!" Maya grinned. At least he saw the flash of white teeth. Then she shoved her fingers at his face.

There were four fingers. Okay, his eyesight was getting worse. Miles rubbed between his brows.

"You can buy glasses, y'know." An innocent statement that made Miles winced. Maya tilted her head. "No?"

"I do not hate glasses," Miles said. "It simply was… It was something he disapproved of."

"He?"

"Him."

There could only be one person who Miles tried to avoid saying, or even thinking, of the name. "... Ah right. You-know-who jerk face?"

Miles nodded.

"Too bad!" Maya said. "Glasses would look good on you. His loss."

"There was another reason..." Miles whispered. "I am not sure if I could handle wearing glasses."

Looking into people's eyes usually distracted him from what that person was actually speaking. And it hurt, highly uncomfortable and gave him a skin-crawling chill whenever he tried to make any kind of eye contact. The training from the vK household might have helped him with hiding his emotions, but it didn't make the pain any less.

"... I understand."

Huh?

"You don't need to glare. You don't need to wear it if you don't want to!" Maya looked down. "You don't even need to look at me! No pressure, really…" She trailed off. "Umm… that was bad, I know."

Miles blinked. It was the first time someone ever reassured him about this, and he smiled. "... It helps, actually."