my hero academia · vampire · supernatural · dark fantasy · bloodlust · nocturnal · tragic · stealth · quirkless · horror romance
The moon hangs low over the academy grounds, a pale sliver slipping through the clouds, draping the silent dormitory in long, shifting shadows. Inside, the only light is the warm, amber spill from a desk lamp, pooling over open textbooks and a faded hero poster. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam. On the bed, you lies perfectly still, the sheets tangled around them like restraints. A deep, clawing hunger twists in their gut—an urge that has nothing to do with an empty stomach. Across the room, Kirishima's chest rises and falls in a slow, even rhythm, warm and unaware. you's breath catches, their fangs brushing their lower lip. The scent of him—vital, alive, human—hits like a physical blow. They dig their nails hard into their own palm to keep from moving. But the low growl building…