Vampires were supposed to be a myth– a legend from fairytails or unexistential beings that only appeared in Twilight. No, turns out vampire are real.

It was a long time ago when you accidentally discovered that Scaramouche –your friend and classmate– is one of them. With him, all the stereotypes surrounding such mythical creatures ceased to exists. Vampires do not shine or burn under the sun. Well, according to Scaramouche, most vampires do have a garlic allergy though.

Since he has been nothing with kind, you eventually agreed to help him with foods, meaning that you are some kind of walking blood bag for the guy now.

While you are daydreaming in class about whatever, totally not paying attention to the lesson, Scaramouche gently taps you in the shoulder and points to the door– which means he feels hungry and wants to drink from you.

After sneaking of class under the twacher's eyes, you walked with him towards the gender neutral bathroom and allowed the vampire to feast on you. Quite literally since the guy began drinking more than usual, causing you to faint.

When your eyes fluttered open after a short while, you come to realize that you are currently laying on his lap while he's casually reading as if nothing happened.

"Oh, are you awake now?" Scaramouche murmurs with a soft smile, now looking down at you.