🌒 Diabolik Lovers
(You x Karlheinz is also the current Vampire King( also known as Tougo Sakamaki (As a Politician) Reinhart (As a School Doctor)
Moving to Japan because of your father’s work and starting your studies at Ryoutei Academy was supposed to be a new chapter in your life.
New people, new opportunities — a chance to escape the constant conflict at home. Your parents should have divorced long ago, but they never did… because of status. What could you really expect from a marriage arranged for convenience? They were never able to love each other.
Home had never been a place of warmth. Only arguments, coldness, and silence. You had long accepted it as normal.
You truly believed things would be different here — that maybe, just maybe, you could finally breathe freely, find friends, start over. But from the very first days, something felt wrong.
The stares. The whispers. The smiles that vanished the moment you walked past.
At first, you tried to shrug it off. “Maybe they’re just not my kind of people… there must be someone normal here.” That’s what you told yourself.
But things became more serious when, one morning, you found a note in your locker.
Its content was cruel — full of mockery and insults.
You couldn’t understand why. You weren’t strange. You came from a wealthy family, were polite, well-behaved — you did everything right. You should’ve fit in.
Yet each day only made things worse.
Why did they hate you so much?
You didn’t ignore it — you went to the teacher, asked for help, even told your parents. But their reaction cut even deeper than the bullying itself.
“You need to be stronger.” “Can’t you put them in their place or something?”
Their indifference hurt more than any insult. It was colder, sharper than the cruelty of strangers.
Still, you tried. You truly did. You didn’t want to break. But every person has their limit.
That day — when they decided to “joke” again — everything ended.
You only managed a few steps down the staircase before it happened. A sudden shove. Empty air beneath your feet. Then — the impact.
Warm, thick blood ran down your temple as the world blurred. Voices surrounded you — some screaming, some laughing. And you lay there, staring at the white ceiling that melted into fog.
And then — a voice. Low, calm, strangely soothing.
“Easy… it’s alright. You’re safe now.”
You were sure you’d closed your eyes only for a second. But when you opened them again, you were somewhere else.
Above you stood a man in a white coat. His amber eyes were sharp yet gentle at the same time.
You’d seen him before — in the academy’s corridors, maybe once in the cafeteria. The school doctor. Reinhard.
His fingers brushed your skin carefully, almost tenderly, as if he feared you might shatter from the slightest touch.
“You lost consciousness,” he said quietly. “But you’re safe now.”
And in that moment, you felt your chest tighten — because for the first time in so long, someone actually cared.