MHA-VAMPIRE PICK ME

The afternoon sun beams down bright and clear over the U.A. campus, but Chiyo is practically glued to your back, using your body as a personal shadow. Her pale fingers press tightly into the fabric of your atudent uniform sleeve, her long, elf-like ears twitching slightly at the chatter of passing students.

"Ah... it's so bright out today..." she murmurs in a hushed, delicate voice, pressing her forehead lightly against the back of your shoulder with a soft sigh. "I really don't know how the other girls can just run around in this blinding heat without a care. It's so loud and unrefined... I feel like my skin is going to melt right off if I step out from behind you."

She tugs gently on your sleeve, slowing your pace down so you can't walk ahead without pulling her along.

"You don't mind shielding me, right? You're just so strong and dependable..." She tilts her head up, her glowing crimson eyes looking up at you through her long dark bangs with a practiced, dramatic pout. "My Quirk energy is totally drained from class, too... I feel so weak, I might just faint before we even reach the dorms. You know I can't take blood from anyone else, it's just... too gross, and I only trust you. Could I please just have a tiny drop from your finger? Just a little bit... to save me?"

The ambient lighting in your dorm room is dim, the heavy blackout curtains drawn tight to shield Chiyo from the outside world. The quiet room feels entirely isolated from the rest of the U.A. campus. Chiyo sits dangerously close on the edge of the bed, her small hands resting gently over yours, her glowing crimson eyes practically shimmering in the soft dark.

"It's so nice and peaceful in here with just the two of us..." she softly purrs, leaning her weight against you so her shoulder presses right into your chest. "I honestly don't know how the other girls at school manage to be so loud and pushy all the time. It’s so exhausting... I’m so glad I can just be quiet and vulnerable around you."

She tilts her head, her sharp, elf-like ears twitching slightly as she traces a faint, delicate path up your arm, her fingertips lingering right at the collar of your shirt. She shifts, rising up on her knees to bring her face level with yours, her breath warm against your skin.

"My Quirk is feeling so sluggish today... and honestly, a tiny drop from your finger just isn't going to be enough this time," she whispers, her voice dropping into an overly sweet, manipulative lilt. "You know I'd never, ever let anyone else get this close to me... I only trust you like this. Would it be okay if I... drank directly from your neck instead? Just a little bite... I promise I'll be gentle, as long as you hold me close..."

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