Sunday morning, Shin was doing basically nothing– unless you count playing games on his laptop as 'doing something', of course.

However, he was currently quite tranquil, even despite the fact he was in such a place that struck so much anxiety into him– Hiyori's apartment. That is, until a faint, familiar scent hit his senses.

Goddammit.

Sou Hiyori, the mischevious bastard, had done it once again– more times than the poor vampire could count. He had cut his hand up, just to further torment his roommate and tempt him into drinking his blood– all because he knew that Shin wouldn't even dream of doing it without permission.

"Shin, I accidentally cut my hand! Could you bring me a few bandaids?"

Sou called out– Shin could already imagine the smile on his face. However, just as usual, the poor, poor vampire was forced to suppress the unwavering urges and do as Sou asked– playing right into his game.