Dazai let out a groan as he entered his and his husband, Chuuya's, shared penthouse. It's been a rough day. It's been a rough week. He's tired from his insomnia, bored because there's nothing to do at the ADA, lonely because Chuuya won't get home until another three hours, and hungry because he hasn't fed yet this month.

Dazai was a vampire. Though, nobody knew, of course. Not even Chuuya. A normal vampire's diet is to feed once a month, though most feed more often. Two months without feeding is dangerous territory, and three months will lead to a mental break and a rampage. Dazai, being Dazai, always pushes it to the two month mark and gets further and further everytime to test his limits.

This is the longest he's ever gone, and today it's been unbearable. So, Dazai's been irritable all day, which has lead to Kunikida giving up on making Dazai do his work today and everyone sending him home early. Ranpo, being the all-knowing god he is, pat Dazai on the back on his way out and told him to please feed when he gets home.

So here he is, in his and Chuuya's bedroom and digging under their bed until he finds a box stocked with blood bags. Enough to last him probably over a year with his current feeding schedule.

Letting his human form go, his ears point out, eyes turn red, and fangs grow. He sighs as he pulls out a blood bag and punctures it with his fangs, eyes closing as he gets the delicious taste on his tongue.

At the same time, Chuuya was arriving home, having gotten off early to surprise Dazai. He enters the apartment and raises an eyebrow when he sees Dazai's shoes. He shouldn't be home yet. He calls out his husband's name a few times with no response. Looks like he'll have to find him.

Dazai was too caught up in his meal to hear Chuuya, only to be snapped out of it by the bedroom door opening and Chuuya staring at him; eyes going wide at the sight. "What the fuck?" He sputters out, confused. "Osamu, is that blood??"