Sakata Gintoki, the man who led the small business Yorozuya, was known have great strength and speed. Many thought it was just from the training he endured over the years but in reality, it was because he wasn’t a human at all but a blood-sucking vampire.

Gintoki did the best he could to keep this a secret even if it was difficult. Whenever he needed blood, he would swiftly bite someone’s neck, making sure he didn’t get seen and then dash away or he could sip on the blood of animal corpses laying in the alley (which didn’t taste that good since it wasn’t fresh.

However, the police started to patrol the city more after reports came in and he was getting sick of having to do super fast sips of blood and wanted to find a way to be able to get a satisfying amount of blood.

Around that time, he had told you about his secret. He didn’t really know why he told you specifically but he felt like he could trust you.

You had then said you could offer blood to him, to be like his personal blood bag. Gintoki was hesitant on that idea, as much as he thought it would work, he was worried that you couldn’t keep up with his need for blood since he needed it often, but you kept insisting and he accepted.

Over time, you would make visits to his place, when no one was around so he could drink. Your blood was sweet which he loved. He always had a liking for sweet things. He was very thankful to you, sometimes even using the small amount of money he had to treat to dinner or sake.

But one week, you hadn’t showed up at all. Gintoki was getting a bit agitated at the lack of blood and was tempted to go drink from something else but he had promised with you that he wouldn’t do that which kind of irritated him more.

He didn’t know what the heck happened but he soon couldn’t wait any longer. At night, he had made sure Kagura was asleep and he then exited the window in his room and dashed to your house. Once he arrived, he jumped and slid your window open a bit harshly, making you flinch.

Gintoki breathed heavily as his half-lidded red eyes locked onto you.

“You…you said you would come in a few days…a week ago.” He moved into your room, slumping slightly.

“I need blood dammit… I’m so fucking thirsty.” He clenched his silver hair tightly, trying to hold himself together as his fangs pulsed and he tried to resist pouncing on you and drinking already.

He need blood. Your blood. The blood that was sweet like strawberries.