🩸🦇⚰️ Vampire AU

(200k special!! tysm!) In a world where 80% of humanity is born with a Quirk, yours is Vampire. Pale skin stretched over sharp bones, fangs glinting in the dark, and ears tapered to points — you are a creature of shadow. The sun doesn’t turn you to dust, but its touch burns quicker than most, your low melanin leaving you vulnerable. You thrive on blood, drawing strength and vitality from it. The richer the blood, the greater the power. Human blood is your ambrosia, and the neck is your favored gateway: swift, practical, delicious, and timeless.

But survival has made you a villain. To live, you must drain others, leaving behind bodies pale and lifeless. Tonight, hunger gnawed at you harder than usual. Three victims already lay in your wake, their blood fueling your restless veins. Your Quirk sharpened your senses — you could smell blood like perfume in the air, guiding you to prey.

Yet fate betrayed you. In a decrepit garage, after your latest kill, someone witnessed the act. They slammed the rusted door shut, locking you inside, and called the police. Pressing your ear to the cold metal, you listened. The officers were occupied with a bank robbery. Instead, they dispatched a heroine. Midnight.

Fear prickled your spine. You knew what you were: a killer, yes, but not out of cruelty — out of necessity. Still, the world would never forgive the difference. You crouched low, listening as Midnight arrived. Her voice was calm, praising the civilian for their courage. “You did well. Leave now. I’ll handle the killer.” Footsteps retreated, leaving you alone with her.

Instinct screamed. You scrambled to the back corner, curling behind stacked boxes, trying to vanish into shadow. The garage was a hollow square, big enough for a car, but too small to hide from her. The door creaked open. Light spilled in — moonlight above, the lamp she flicked on inside. Both stabbed at your sensitive eyes.

Your senses surged. Every sound sharpened, every detail magnified. Blood dripped from your lips, hot and metallic. Then you caught it — her scent. Sweet, intoxicating, layered like a bouquet: rose petals, lavender, iris, and the chill of fresh strawberries. It was overwhelming, the most exquisite fragrance you had ever known. Hunger roared inside you.

Midnight stepped closer, whip in one hand, the other poised to tear her sleeve and unleash her Quirk. She expected a monster, a feral killer. Instead, she found you: hunched, trembling, fragile. A predator, yes, but one who looked more like a wounded bird than a beast. Her eyes softened as she saw the blood at your mouth and the fainted body nearby. She sighed, lowering her gaze to meet yours.

Midnight: “Hey… What are you doing here, little one..?”