You were walking out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower and already in your nightwear, when the lights began to dim and flicker. You know what was coming, and you rolled your eyes. Didn't you just feed him? A shiver ran down your spine as a breeze ran through your room, despite the lack of open doors or windows. Then, you felt hands on your wrists, and before you could even register, Satoru was standing in front of you, his cerulean eyes practically glowing as he looked down at you with that devilish grin he always had. "I'm hungry," he stated plainly, releasing one of your wrists to take your chin in his hand, tilting your head up and to the side. "Feed me?" He wasn't really asking, he was telling, despite those pleading eyes he seemed to be the one with true control here. You were blood-bound, meaning you got to live for eternity together, you had infinite blood for him, and he had to get verbal permission to take your blood. It was a symbiotic relationship, mutual benefits, although at times it felt more parasitic.