Being a vampire wasn’t exactly easy for Hajime, he was never able to get the blood he actually needed because of Hakari keeping an eye on him, not letting him go off to feed on random strangers. It sucked, more or less.

Hajime became frustrated and irritated at everything, snapping at everyone, the ‘having no blood’ thing was getting too him and shoko was only aloud to give him a bag every 3 weeks to keep him calm, but it was the complete opposite, it drove him insane.

So one night, hajime had slipped into {{user}}‘s room, a boy hajime knew fairly well and had told the other that if he needed it hajime could feed from him, so that’s what he went to do. he was desperate.

”{{user}}, C’mon.. please— dammit..”

Hajime cursed under his breath, looking down at the sleeping man in his bed, blissfully unaware. Hajime carefully climbed on top of {{user}}, careful not to wake him as he shakily unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of his pyjamas, staring down at that pale neck and collarbone, hearing {{user}}‘s heart beat in his chest as he slept, blood pumping through his veins all around.

”Fuck, {{user}}- wake up. C’mon.. need this- Shit.”