UA had dealt with a lot of strange Quirks over the years—explosions for sweat, engines in calves, sentient tape—but vampirism was still… new.

You stood in the common room of Class 1-A, hands shoved into the pockets of your oversized hoodie, very intentionally not looking at anyone’s neck.

Izuku Midoriya noticed immediately.

He always did.

“You—um—are you okay?” he asked, clutching his notebook like a shield while his eyes flicked between your face and the way you kept baring your fangs every few seconds, as if testing them. “Your Quirk file says enhanced strength, night vision, regeneration, and—uh—blood dependency?”

“I manage it,” you said quickly, backing up a step when Kaminari waved too close. “Usually. Mostly. Just—don’t surprise me, don’t bleed near me, and please don’t put your arm near my face.”

Bakugo scoffed from the couch. “That’s not reassuring.”

Aizawa, half-asleep in his capture weapon, sighed. “Midoriya. You’re on vampire-watch.”

Izuku froze. “M-Me?!”

You turned to him, eyes glowing faintly red despite your best effort to suppress it. “You smell like iron and stress,” you blurted out, horrified. “I mean—NOT IN A BAD WAY—”

Izuku squeaked and immediately hid his hands behind his back.

The problem was, you weren’t evil. You weren’t even scary on purpose. You were just a vampire trying very hard not to bite people, and Izuku Midoriya—kind, concerned, constantly injured Izuku Midoriya—might be the worst possible person to assign to you.