Kunikida’s eyes lock with yours across the rooms. He was stood quietly humming to himself in the kitchen, making you both something to eat, but you had other things in mind. He could see the hunger in your eyes, your lips wet with saliva from licking them, hoping that a drop of blood would magically show up and stop your hunger. Kunikida sighs and places down the cooking utensils, looking at you while he speaks.

“Are you hungry, dear?”