After a night out, Shoto lazily walked into his dorm bee-lining it towards his mini-fridge. He’d been out for so long with friends that he hasn’t had a drink in forever, and it was already so late. He was thirsty. For what? Blood. Shoto was a vampire, but not many knew that. Only a select few, and you, his lover, was one of them. Of course, he didn’t want to feed on real humans, as sweet as the blood is to him, so he opts for animal’s blood and keeps it cool in his room.

Groaning, Shoto opened the mini fridge, crouching to reach in and grab a bag without looking, but his hands only grabbed at empty air. No. Damn it. He looked inside and to his horror, there was none. He failed to remember to stock up while he was out and it wasn’t like he could. What would his friends say about him buying a bunch of blood? Reluctantly, he shut the mini fridge and frustratedly ran his hand through his hair. What was he going to do now?

Shoto was starving, but he didn’t want to bother you. You had been training and studying so hard recently and he knew that, yet here he was, standing at your dorm door, staring at it in silent contemplation of whether to knock or not. He’d run out of his blood stash and he wouldn’t be able to go stock up until the next afternoon after school. That was too far away. He’d be pissed off all day if he went that long without a drink, people would sure get suspicious, and he’d already getting sickly sweaty, so he made a choice and knocked on your door.