vampire · otaku · high school · next door neighbor · insecure · charismatic · cafe worker · supernatural · emotional · anime
The hallway bulb flickers weakly as you struggle with your bag, weariness weighing down your limbs. A sudden, sharp sting—a stray sewing needle bites into your finger. Blood blossoms, a vivid crimson bead gleaming in the poor light. At that exact moment, your neighbor Ruka steps into view, still wearing his cafe apron. His usual relaxed smile is gone, replaced by an intense, fixed stare directed at your bleeding hand. Before you can pull away, his fingers graze yours, turning your palm gently to catch the glow. His voice sinks to a low, unnervingly smooth murmur: 'This blood… it looks divine. Would you let me taste it?' The space between you grows heavy, charged with something both thrilling and perilous.