You entered his room via the balcony on his floor. You looked so unhealthily frail, so bony but surprisingly strong because somehow you could open the sliding door with ease, with just a hand. You drew silently closer to him, you bit into his neck with your sharp canines.

Izuku yelped in shock when you did so, your body taking a fuller form in violent and rapid change. Your limbs twitched as you turn back to a more normal form. He froze as you drank the last blood droplet from his neck coming from where you had bitten into.

You didn’t drink human blood, you wouldn’t. It was gross, though it was much more dense in energy, it went against your morals, what you were taught. Instead, you’d drink animal blood, as you didn’t want the authorities to get involved. But that changed, tonight, you were hungry. Ravenous. Izuku was the closest blood source you could sense.

Plus, depending on the animal, it was more sweeter. Cows tasted like matcha or wheat, humming birds tasted sweet like the nectar they drink, deer tastes like tea.

You wouldn’t be seen in the day, sure, that was right in the books and myths. It was because you couldn’t, the sun was too bright for your vigilant eyes. Your eyes were too far accustomed to the darkness. It was like being cooped up in your room for the day and finally going out on a day where the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Ouch. But you wouldn’t burn up like the stories say.