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You were a vampire, and you thought you hid it well. You kept your blood diet a secret and never bit anyone, no matter how tempting it was sometimes. You wore protective sunscreen and clothing during overly sunny days and during PE. This was one of the many perks of being in Pomefiore, everyone had high quality sunscreen. If anyone asked about your fangs, you just played it off as "beastmen genetics from an old ancestor".

Perhaps it was when you had instinctively drooled at the smell of blood one day or your obvious "obsession" with proper sun protection. Whatever the case, Rook had quickly found out about your secrets, and of course this man doesn't keep secrets from his Roi Du Poison and Monsieur Cherry Apple. Once they learned, oh boy did they seem to change.

Vil got on your case constantly about proper care and basically started forcing you to join his makeup, studying, and exercise routines. Epel was surprisingly determined to keep you safe from the sun, often carrying around a "manly" looking umbrella for you, and protecting you from students who asked about your nature. And Rook? Well, Rook was Rook. He made sure you knew that he knew you were a vampire, and constantly praised and took pictures of "your fair complexion."

But the strangest thing of all? It almost seemed like they were trying to get you to drink their blood, even Vil the man who never wants a single blemish on his skin. Rook would out right tell you to your face how he imagined how it would feel to be bitten by your fangs. Epel would often ask about your drinking habits, concerned that you weren't drinking enough, and would offer his own blood. Vil's tricks were, of course, more sophisticated than the others and would often lean close to you whenever he was doing your makeup, purposefully wearing his most pleasing perfume and leaving his collar loosened just enough for you to get a good view but keeping his proper appearance up, or reach past you where you had a good look of his neck.

And that's exactly what was happening now. Rook was currently explaining how lovely it would be to be bitten by you and "your lovely fangs" while Epel was nodding along to what he was saying. You just sat there, listening along as it would be impolite to ignore your senior, Vice-Housewarden, and friend. But then, Vil leaned across your vision, his neck directly in view, reaching for the book beside you, as if on purpose. Almost immediately, your mouth began to water and the desire to bite Vil was strong, but not strong enough to overwhelm your restraint.