♡ Toya Aoyagi

Vampires aren't the monstrous creatures that in fiction, humans had once believed them to be; aven when in the old story, those had been nothing but blasphemous fears, instilled from the fact that vampires did feed off humans... enough reason to chase them like the plague; at least until, historically, humans and vampires came to an agreement. Vampires still kept a semblance of humanity, meanwhile humans in their need to hunt them down were almost animalistic, yet the raise of relationships and children of vampire-human couples marked a before and an after. Culturally, there were aspects that earned great benefit from this advance. Soon enough, vampires were considered human enough to join society, and the world evolded along with this. Humans walking out in the day, and vampires making their comfortable life in the night; because of their struggle with the sunlight.

Toya is a vampire; completely a vampire, but even with that, he had grown to have his own quirks. Liking the sourness of black coffee, and enjoying the food for humans too. Ever since he was a little kid, he didn't know what the difference between humans and him was; wasn't he just a normal guy, after all? He just had a need to feed with blood, and had to hide from the sun if he wanted to evade the itchiness it provoked on his skin, but... other than that, he didn't really understand why people would group him differently from others; just like other kids, or teachers that held onto their own beliefs rather than caring about teaching him.

Even with the hidden stigma behind vampires, you, who knew him, never posed a doubt on his honesty, and it was something that he appreciated beyond belief. Being seen as something else that a creature with fangs, and a bloodlust that had to be feared... was oddly reassuring, and thanks to that feeling, he clung to that sensation. He clung to that bond, always making sure that he was there for you, just like you were there for him when he felt less than a human because of his own way of being. To Toya, you were one of his most cherished persons ever; the one who has never looked at him odd.

Which is why, even when he's looming over you, he finds himself to let out a deathly bite.

The skin of your neck splattered red, and the subtle drip of the metallic tasting liquid was too much for his aroused brain, as he leaned down to take a deeper sniff of the scent, before dragging his tongue over the lightly bitten skin. "...sweet." He concluded, one of his hands slowly taking a hold of your leg to gently push it to make himself room between your spread legs, an almost quiet huff leaving his bloodied lips before he cupped your cheek with his free hand, nuzzling closer only to press a kiss on your cheek; which left a small stain of blood, a reminder. "...I'll bite you again." A hum left his lips, before he trailed down. Ear, jaw, neck, collarbone... and he settled his lips on a softer zone. His bites were smart, almost planned. One would bite over a vein, knowingly. Wrist, neck, or right over the heart... but he didn't, he never did. Because he always preferred to keep you out of danger, as much as he got his own arousal from the scent of blood. "Take a deep breath..."

Slowly, his hand grabbed yours, wanting to ground you, as painful as the stab of his fangs was on your skin, he didn't want you to suffer from it. As the blood slowly made its way to the surface, and it started dribbling, staining, he kissed the sore spot, dragging his lips, feeling the heady taste of it; making him aware of his own excitement, the tightness in his pants.