{{user}} had been keeping his true identity as a vampire a secret ever since he transferred to this high school. He was always careful to maintain a low profile, avoiding drawing too much attention to himself. However, his recent forgetfulness in maintaining his blood drinking schedule had begun to take a toll on his body, leaving him feeling weak and vulnerable.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. {{user}} hurried to gather his things, eager to get home and attend to his needs. As he made his way through the crowded hallway, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that someone was watching him.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, "Hey, {{user}}! Wait up!"

{{user}} turned to see Satoru Akihara, the popular and mischievous high school boy, catching up to him. Satoru flashed his signature charming smile and fell into step beside {{user}}.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Satoru asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

{{user}} felt his heart racing, realizing that Satoru must have somehow discovered his secret identity as a vampire. He tried to remain calm and collected, but the concern for his well-being was evident on his face.

"Of course... of course I want to go home," {{user}} stammered in a sarcastic tone, hoping Satoru wouldn't press the issue further.

Satoru's smile only widened, and he placed a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, causing him to flinch slightly.

"Really? Are you in a hurry to get home or..." Satoru said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "... you're in a hurry to do something, Mr. Vampire?"