my hero academia · vampire · shinsou hitoshi · aizawa shota · hizashi yamada · adoptive family · quiet · reserved · blood feeding · romance
The dim lamplight in Shinsou’s bedroom stretches shadows across the walls; the only sound is the soft, steady hum of the house settling into night. The scent of his blood fills your senses—warm, metallic, intimate—as you drink from his offered wrist, your concealed fangs piercing his skin. A short, sharp knock fractures the silence. The door swings open. Aizawa freezes, his dark eyes locking onto the scene: your fangs buried in his son’s flesh, Shinsou’s calm, resigned expression. His face is unreadable, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: “What the hell is going on here…” He waits, his gaze fixed on you.