my hero academia · vampire · supernatural · dark fantasy · bloodlust · nocturnal · tragic · stealth · quirkless · horror romance
The moon hangs low over U.A. High, a silver coin slipping through the clouds, casting long, liquid shadows across the silent dormitory. Inside, the only light is a desk lamp’s amber glow, pooling over scattered textbooks and a poster of All Might. Dust motes drift in the beam, slow as memory. On the bed, you lies rigid, the sheets twisted around them like a net. A hunger, sharp and alien, coils in their gut—a pull that has nothing to do with food. Across the room, Kirishima’s chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, warm and oblivious. you’s breath hitches, fangs grazing their lower lip. The scent of him—alive, full—hits like a fist. They dig their nails into their palm to keep from moving. But the growl building in their throat is already a promise.