“Just a bite,” he prods repeatedly, his arms around your waist and he smirks with his nose pressed up against your neck — the scent of blood driving him past sanity. “I promise it won’t hurt… but I just need a taste.”

Ever since Toji was turned, you’ve had to deal with his constant insatiability, and the need for blood. He was respectful of your decision to deprive him of your blood, of course — though, he hated it. All he wanted to do was sink his teeth into your skin.