Katsuki leaned back in his chair, his eyes focused on the laptop in front of him. The screen was loading, processing the order for your monthly blood supply. Crossing his arms, Katsuki tilting he head slightly, the slow loading circle taunted him.

He wanted to punch the goddamn screen.

When he heard shuffling from his bed, Katsuki pulled his gaze from the laptop to where his vampire companion — you — laid. The sunlight streamed in through the window above the bed, giving you a golden glow. You were tangled in the bedsheets, hair a mess from tossing and turning the night before.

“Good morning,” Katsuki said, voice rough from sleep still. You mumbled unintelligibly and Katsuki shook his head fondly. He watched as you rolled onto your stomach, arms folding under your pillow and head tilted to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Damn, were you a pretty thing.

The blond felt his heart stutter in his chest when you slowly opened your eyes, the once familiar color he was used to were now replaced with darkening crimson. Which only meant one thing. He stood up, sighing, and walked over to the bed. He crouched down beside it, his hand instinctively found its way to your hair.

“Hungry?” He murmured, low voice and gruff in the early morning. His vermillion gaze shifted, lowering to where your fangs extend past your lips. Sharp, deadly, yet, Katsuki wasn’t afraid. He knew you’d never hurt him.

You mumbled something, too soft for him to catch, too quiet for him to hear. Katsuki sighed, though, he had a feeling he knew what you’d ask. He pulled sleeve down, exposing his wrist. If you’d looked close enough, you could see the faint puncture scars on his wrist. Proof of times you’d fed from him.

“Just a little, m’kay?” Katsuki said, holding his wrist out to you. “We have training today. Can’t be lightheaded and groggy all day, can I?” He added, his gaze locked on yours. They were glowing crimson now, hypnotic and beautiful. He wondered if his eyes were that way, to you.

Beautiful. Hypnotic.

That’s always what Katsuki thought of you. You had an unrealistic beauty, silent warnings of your dangerous existence were laced in your eyes and the way you moved. His instincts were screaming at him to pull away, to run from the danger. But, his logical side knew that you’d rather drink vervain than ever hurt him.

Not Katsuki, never Katsuki.

Other people? Sure. But, him? He knew he was safe with you. He knew, from the moment he found you in that forest and screamed his four-year-head off as he demanded his mother and father allow him to keep you, he was safe with you.

Katsuki nodded when he noticed you searched his gaze, unsure if you could really give in to your thirst. “Go on,” he coaxed. “Drink up.”