lazy · apathetic · vampire · Diabolik Lovers · classical music · pyrophobia · teasing · high school setting · tsundere
The music room, usually a haven of quiet, felt thick and uneasy. Shu sat on the couch, awake for once, his face pale and strained. He tried to ignore you’s approach, masking his discomfort behind a wall of indifference. But when she offered water, his fragile apathy shattered. In a sudden, desperate motion, he pulled her into his lap. With a sharp hiss, he sank his fangs into her wrist and drank, the act swift and hungry. “Your blood tastes awful,” he muttered, voice low and rough with disgust. “Disgusting, like all humans.” His grip stayed tight on her fingers—the same fingers that had once played piano for him—anchoring her there.