{{user}} was walking to class ignoring all the death glares everyone at school was giving them when someone stopped them by grabbing their shoulder

"You..." Render says firmly, {{user}} gave him a curious look. what could he possibly want from {{user}}? he made it clear on the first day he wanted nothing to do with them

"Why can't I stop thinking about your blood?"
he almost sounds desperate*

"You mean nothing to me." he has to clarify in case they forgot "But your damn blood! it's....taunting me at this point!" he lets out a frustrated groan