sadistic masochist

You knew since the first night you had sex that Shuu was using you.

You were well aware of how serious he was when he told you that it was only for pleasure and harbored no feelings. He was using you just as he uses you as prey—nothing more than sustenance. You sat breathless in his lap, eyes wet from your tears and lips swollen from his claiming them with hunger. Your nape felt like it was on fire, blood oozing down to your collarbone, your blouse ripped open and falling from your marked shoulders.

Shuu’s hands felt cold on your hips as always, and the way he lifted his to grind into your clothed pussy made you moan out for more.

You shamelessly chased after the sensation, earning a chuckle in your ear as Shuu coaxed you to come closer, whispering to keep moving your hips like the lewd woman you were. Your mind and body were so overcome with ecstasy that you didn't give his proposal much second thought. The wetness from your arousal stained the fabric that covered the hard bulge in his slacks—it was exceptionally distracting, so hard and big—your senses in a daze. It was hard to think of much else.

All you knew was that you wanted to feel more of Shuu.

A simple nod and a shaky approval was all you could muster before your already torn-up top was thrown to the side, and you found your hands poorly unfastening his belt. The assault from Shuu’s fangs thrusting back inside of your neck caused your back to arch. His bite is full of intensity and yearning as he fed from you as if he were in a frenzy. You could feel your eyes roll back with each suck of his tongue, your wailing mixing with his groans against your skin.

You both were becoming drunk, feeding off the desire you unmistakably had for one another that night. It showed as you clawed at the back of Shuu’s shoulders as he ripped away your panties, the tip of dripping cock aligning with your soaking entrance. You could feel your pussy flutter with anticipation, the head teasing between your folds—the noises you were making him twitch. He wanted nothing more than to claim your body as his.

And with a blooming red kiss, Shuu sank himself inside of you.

That night started your months-long messy ‘affair’.

Shuu would only come to you for feeding or sex. He had no other interest in you besides those two things. The ache in your chest was apparent every time you had sex with him. You knew what was to come after you two were finished—it crushed you as you lay there naked, waiting for the inevitable. His immediate disregard for you hurt you every time, especially with how he acted as if you were such a bother whenever he saw you outside of that.

It was already bad enough when Shuu told you to get lost or leave you out in the cold when he was done. It felt more awful when he'd continuously call you names and push you away. You knew how terrible he was to you, yet you couldn't leave him alone.

You weren't sure when feelings had started to bloom. All you knew was that after seeing a girl attempt to cling onto Shuu in the hallway one day at school, you wanted nothing more than to claim him as yours in front of them. You didn't want anyone else to have him—only you.

His eyes caught sight of you looking from afar, trying to hide the red on your face when he noticed you staring. He almost wanted to grab this desperate, irritating girl who felt like a fly buzzing in his ear to spite you, wanting to see your displeased face. He wondered how you would react if he felt like drinking her blood right in front of you, too.

But of course, that would be too much trouble.

The sigh of relief you let out as you saw Shuu walk away was almost loud enough for him to hear. You clutched your chest, your heart settling just a bit, and you were pleased to see her stomp away in defeat. When he saw you after classes and commented how jealousy is an ugly look on you, your mind began wondering why you were jealous in the first place. His jokes about whether you had feelings for him made your mind spiral. As the two of you waited for the limousine, you stood there confused, not knowing what to think.

Maybe you had fallen for Shuu. You didn't know when, why, or how, but you undoubtedly felt something for him.

Within the following days, your emotions were blossoming much more. The more you saw him, the more the blush on your face was apparent, and you found yourself seeking him out whenever you had the chance. You grew more needy for his attention, which Shuu had noticed. He had caught you, even when you thought he didn’t. Regardless of being suspicious of your sudden change of attitude towards him, he indulged you—ravishing you in the way you loved to be.

After all, you were only prey, a form of entertainment whenever he was bored—perhaps even more so than usual—his unquenched thirst and growing libido were always satisfied by you. When he teased you again about whether you had feelings for him, he didn't expect you to turn away, your cheeks burning pink, and you didn't confirm or deny.

It’s not like it mattered, anyway.

Shuu told you how he didn't want you and had no desire to be with you in any shape or form. Ever since he started to suspect how you felt about him, those harsh words were thrown your way even more. He needed you not to think such thoughtless things. In spite of him pulling mercilessly at your heartstrings, it didn't deter you, though, much to his dismay. Every chance you'd get, the thought of yearning to be with Shuu was all that clouded your mind.

You longed for him. Your body ached for him. Your heart was calling out to him.

Like an idiot, you still wished to be by his side, even when he didn't want you to be. You hated how much you wanted Shuu, even when he showed no interest in you besides your blood and body. There's no way he would even think about being in a relationship—he’s mentioned to you before how purposeless those types of things are. He's not one for mutual dependency.

Somehow, even with everything he's said to you, he always found his way back to you—much to your surprise but to his annoyance. He didn't understand it either, and he constantly started to act without thinking, like his body had a mind of its own. It left you painstakingly confused every time. The constant pushing and pulling with Shuu was becoming too much.

Why does he always return if he truly wants nothing to do with you?

That question haunted your mind for weeks on end, and it was only adding fuel to the fire when he'd show up to your room in the middle of the night with no warning.

Most of the time, Shuu came to feed off of you until you passed out from blood loss. Other times, you were riding him—or fucked into the mattress until you were crying, begging for him to fill you up, and he would happily give you your wish. Sometimes, he would lie in bed with you, either listening to his music or falling asleep against your warm frame. The last time he was in your room, he told you to return to his and nothing else.

You complied without much thought, biting your bottom lip as you followed him down the corridor. The moment you stepped into his room, his lips met yours with need, and as you clutched onto his cardigan, you felt your heart ache terribly. Not again, you thought. You were being swept off your feet again—falling right into his trap. A fool in love, you were. You embraced him with open arms and let him fill you with what you dreamed of as his love.

After the moon set for the sun, Shuu started to avoid you like the plague.

Your mind began to swirl with many thoughts, questions, and worries. What were you to Shuu?

Only prey?

A play thing?

Or—

A pest.

You were nothing but a pest.

Shuu couldn't stand you.

It didn't matter what he said to you, what awful names he'd call you; if he shoved you to the floor in an attempt to get you to understand to get the hell away from him, you could not catch a fucking clue. It was aggravating—you were annoying.

It was how your lips curled into a smile with every greeting; your voice was sweet and mellow, your heart thumping a few beats faster once your eyes met his before shying away—it all irritated him to no end. It was smothering. Shuu couldn't stand to look at you.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He was at a breaking point. Your persistence to be around him drove him crazy. It had been days since he last touched you, and unknowingly, he had been thinking about you even more than before after the last time you were in his room. He didn't know what these feelings were—more like he wanted to suppress them.

You had been invading Shuu’s mind more than he'd like to admit. It was starting to piss him off. As much as he tried to avoid you, catching sight of you alone was enough for his mind to grow hazy. He hated it. He started thinking of ways to mess you up.

Shuu wanted to ruin you.

No, he wanted to ruin you again.

Just like the many other times before.

Even as he lay in bed, the sun setting from behind the thin, sheer curtains, he could envision how you were the last time you were in his room. Shuu could remember the fear-stricken look on your face dissolving into such a lewd expression that he couldn't ignore. Your moans were like music to his ears—pretty and soft—so desperate as you clung onto his shoulders with shaky fingers, your hips meeting his with a sloppy pace.

His hands held up your bunched-up nightgown to your waist, guiding you as you rode him, his thrusts swift and so deep that your eyes began to roll back. Shuu’s mouth was latched onto the clean cut on your chest where his knife used to be a moment ago, rigorously slicing open your skin enough for glorious amounts of blood to flow and fall into his mouth.

Your cries of his name made him smile devilishly against your flesh, chuckling as your thighs trembled around him. Your lips met again with another feverish, bloody kiss. His fangs nibbled at your swelling bottom lip, tongue licking over his previous bite marks as you whimpered at the slight sting of pain.

Shuu couldn't get enough of this. Seeing you stuffed with his cock, lost in pain and writhing with pleasure, the blood running down your exposed chest from the cut he engraved—oh, it was truly a sight to see.

Even as he came inside of you—your hips became more frantic, chasing after your orgasm; he kept going, thrusting even deeper. Your wailing was like encouragement as he kept fucking you, groaning along with you when he felt your walls continuously pulsate around him. Your pussy was like a perfect fit, wrapping around his cock like a velvety rope that wouldn't let him go.

In this moment, he didn't want to pull out, relishing in the way your body became putty in his arms as he drove into you. Your body was shaking like a leaf, burning hot to the touch. And with the overstimulation taking over you with every movement, you tell Shuu with a breathy whisper that you're going to cum again.

His fangs latched onto your throat when you tossed your head back in bliss, your blood gushing into his mouth with relatively little effort on his part—almost as if wanting to be consumed by him. The lusicious taste of you made his dick twitch inside of you, and Shuu hummed against your tender flesh, holding onto you tighter as you both met each others hips in a wet kiss.

And again—it’s so good when you two cum in unison, falling apart together as you call out his name again and again. The waves of pleasure washed over you thoroughly as you slumped against his body, feeling him fall to his back in contentment. Breathless, you both lay there. His cock softened slowly in your full pussy, and as you started to drift off into sleep, you whispered something Shuu could barely make out.

“I… think I love—”

Something in him wanted to snap when he could hear the pitter-patter of your footsteps steadily approach his bedroom. The sickly sweet scent of you—that damned, irresistible blood flowing in your veins—shot through Shuu’s nose like a bullet through his chest.

He could feel his mouth salivate unwillingly, his tongue licking over his fangs that began to ache. The ghostly taste of you lingering in the back of his throat made him almost groan when he heard the doorknob twist. He already knew why you were here.

Upon Reiji’s request to wake up his good-for-nothing brother for school, you reluctantly push the door of Shuu’s bedroom open, cringing at the loud creak as you slowly walk inside. The air was cold, and the lights were dim—not dim enough for you not to see a figure twist underneath the covers, sprawled out on the bed.

It had been a while since you last approached Shuu’s bed like this—flashbacks replayed in your mind for a second as you stepped towards him. You had to shake your head at the thoughts tainting your mind.

“Shuu?” Your voice slightly quivered as you called out his name, the tone careful, making Shuu clench his jaw shut, “I’m sorry to wake you, but it's time for school…”

A thick silence fell between you two as you stood at the edge of the bed, the smell of you invading his senses. Shuu could feel a sudden dryness spreading through his throat with every passing second. His breath threatened to hitch in pace, and he could sense your hand touching his shoulder.

He couldn't take it anymore.

“… Shuu?”

You called out to him again, fingers slowly touching the blanket covering Shuu’s bare skin—suddenly, a cold hand grabbed your wrist from underneath. You couldn't help the yelp from escaping your lips as he harshly dragged you onto the bed, his hands pinning yours above your head in the blink of an eye. Shuu could hear your heart beat wildly against your chest, and he wanted to scoff, his eyebrow furrowing as he stared down at your now quivering frame.

You squirmed from below, your body trapped between his legs, straddling you. Your eyes were wide, glinting with fear—he could see right through you. Even with that look of apprehensiveness, he could feel the blood in your veins pumping faster as your body heated up under his touch.

The way you clenched your thighs together was a dead giveaway.

You were anticipating this.

Shuu huffed, “What, don't tell me you're already aroused from something like this? You really are a slut.”

He didn't hold back his words, his tone cold and sharp, and you could feel his grip tighten around your wrists. Your lips trembled as you parted them to speak. You tried to defend yourself—deny it—and Shuu quickly shut you up.

“You're going to lie and say you aren't? You must think I’m stupid if I couldn't tell by now…” His voice trailed off, his eyes lingering on your face to your neck peeking through your uniform shirt, “Did you actually think you could hide that from me?”

“What—no!” You tried to explain yourself, but Shuu's stare at you and your vulnerable body felt unnerving—almost exciting—you tried to look away when he claimed your gaze again. “I just…”

The way you fell silent made him loosen your grip slightly, and just when you hoped he would let you leave this embarrassing position, you heard a familiar click ring in your ears.

“You really piss me off…”

You barely had time to react before the tip of his blade hooked around the ribbons of your uniform, pulling as the knife easily ripped through the material. The atmosphere around you quickly changed as you gasped out—suddenly, the room felt dark and dreadful as Shuu continued to tear through your clothes.

Your pleas for him to stop were futile as the buttons of your blouse flew in the air, leaving your chest exposed as you lay hopelessly in your bra. You could feel the tears forming, threatening to spill over, and you wanted nothing more than to cover yourself from his prying eyes. You tugged at your hands, wishing they were free—Shuu wouldn't give you that luxury.

He began to chuckle, loving the sight of you below him, such an unattractive, panicked look on your face. He couldn't get enough of this.

“Ah—yes. That expression—it’s like you're tempting me to mess you up like last time…”

Shuu could smell you in the air—your blood ripe and ready for picking.

“Please, let me go...” You tried to speak sternly, but it only wavered away with each syllable, falling flat.

“I’ve warned you many times to stay the hell away from me. I want nothing to do with you—yet here you are, putting yourself in this position. You must want me to fuck you up, huh?”

The way Shuu spoke was spine-chilling, and it was even more threatening with his knife pressed against your jaw, “This is what you wanted, right? You want my attention so damn bad, then I’ll give it to you.”

The lump in your throat swelled, and you were too scared to swallow for fear of your skin getting slashed open. You wanted to move away, but you knew how sharp the blade was, especially after the last time. One wrong move, and you’ll be sliced with ease. You were aware of how he’s told you this before.

The scar on the side of your neck was proof of that.

“If you value your life…” Shuu murmured, the tip of his knife gently pressing into your skin, and you could feel a pinch of pain as a sudden hot trickle fell down your neck, “This is the last time you involve yourself with me. Unless you want to die right here?”

“I… I don't—”

You were cut off when his hand that chained your wrists suddenly clamped around your neck, squeezing tightly until he saw more tears form in your eyes. He watched as wet streaks fell down the sides of your temples, and he could feel you struggle to breathe against the palm of his hand. Your pulse was pounding against his fingers—the blood rushing to your head, and your heartbeat thumping wildly in his ears.

It was almost as if the sound begged him for release.

“Does it hurt?” He leaned in close to your face, and you tried to turn away, but his grip on your neck held you still; “Remember this pain whenever you think about wanting to bother me again.”

You gasped shakily when his hand released your airway, and you turned your head away from him as you coughed out. As you tried to stabilize your breathing, Shuu pulled away from you completely, staring down at you before tossing his knife to the side. His eyes lingered at the sight of your blood staining the silver blade—he had to force himself to look away.

Shuu ignored the sudden dryness in his throat.

That should do it, he thought. He hoped he had scared you enough to never involve yourself with him again. Maybe this would make you think twice about your feelings for him.

“Get out.”

Your body was trembling, fingers pressing against your throat—no doubt there wouldn’t be bruises forming within the next hour.

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as you slowly sat up, pulling at your shredded clothes to cover yourself up again. Shuu turned his back to you, shifting to sit on the other side of the bed. When you found the strength to gather yourself to stand from the bed, you stood there—you didn’t want to go any further. Your legs felt like they would buckle underneath you if you approached the door.

If you left, it felt like it would be over for good.

What were you thinking?

You two were never together in the first place, yet it felt like your heart was breaking in two. It was simply a fucked up prey and predator relationship. This was another brutal reminder of that. Shuu would want nothing to do with you, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The thought made you sick as your body grew numb. It was pathetic to want still to be inside his room.

You didn't have it in you to leave.

“There is definitely something wrong with you.”

Clearly, he hadn't scared you enough.

You found yourself turning to look back at him, your shoulders dropping at his eyes staring back into yours. You blinked—suddenly, he was in front of you, towering over you. You didn’t flinch away despite what happened a moment ago, and Shuu huffed again, looking at you with disgust.

He didn't think you could stay around him after what he's done, but he shouldn't be surprised after everything else that's gone on before.

“You know, the look you’re giving me makes me feel sick. Get out of my sight already…”

You didn’t move despite his words and fought the urge to reach out to him. You wanted to touch him—hold him. He turned away again, glancing at you, hoping you would leave. But you didn’t. You couldn't.

Shuu sighed loudly, rubbing the back of his head as if he could feel a headache beginning to form.

“Do you think I would give you the attention you’re so desperately seeking just because you're in love with me?” He spoke coolly and could see the pink forming on your tear-stained face, “What a joke… You can't be serious. After all I’ve done to you, all the names I called you, fucked you with no regard for your feelings, drank you to the brink of death, pushed you around and threatened your life…”

Your gaze fell to the floor. You didn't even know what to say. Shuu scoffed at your silence, feeling dumbfounded.

“I’ve told you time and time again that I couldn't care less about you, I don't care for your well-being, that you're just prey… you must have some screws loose. I never liked women like you.” Shuu stepped closer, and you wanted to shrink away when he leaned into your ear, whispering, “You're going to regret ever wanting to be mine.”

Shuu knew there was something wrong with him, too.

He didn't know what he was thinking, not kicking you out of his room like he intended to. Seeing you like this, your lashes wet from your tears, the trail of blood from your jaw leaking down to your cleavage—he wanted to ravish you.

Shuu didn't think as he retook hold of you, and you didn't fight back, letting him take over you completely. The air was knocked out of your chest when he pushed you down and face-first onto the satin sheets—your torn uniform jacket and shirt ripped away, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You lay bent over the edge of the bed, hips in the air as Shuu stood behind you. You shuddered when he leaned down, his hips pressing against your ass—the way your thighs shook at the feeling of his cock seemingly teasing you through your skirt. No words were exchanged as he rubbed himself on your clothed pussy, his bare chest meeting your back, whimpering with of grind of his hips.

You trembled when Shuu’s fangs poked at your shoulder, his teeth showing no mercy once they sank inside of your skin. The tormenting pain you felt made you tremble terribly, his bite afflicting a fierce fire within you that slowly started to take over. With each desperate breath, pleasure was creeping up on you, your fingers gripping onto the sheets below you. Even with the pain, your desire for him to drink your blood was apparent; you couldn't hide it any longer.

Your body showed the real you as bliss took over your every sense.

Your moans were loud as Shuu greedily sucked from you, your blood feeling burning hot in his mouth, sweeter than ever before. He couldn't get enough of the taste—it showed as he held you tightly, piercing even deeper. You felt his arm locking around your waist as the other made way for your panties, pulling them down enough to release your dripping pussy. Shuu released his fangs from you with a shaky gasp, licking the blood from his teeth as his fingers touched you, his tongue roaming over the holes in your flesh.

He laughed in your ear at how wet his fingers had become, “As to be expected of a whore like you…” You shivered when you felt him nibble at your neck. “You must genuinely want me to devour you.”

It was true. You couldn't help yourself. You undeniably wanted Shuu to consume you—in more ways than one. You wanted to be full of him, just like he would be full of you, too. It had been days since you'd last had him touch you—starved of his hands claiming you like this, taking control over your body. You were squirming when you felt Shuu tease at your entrance, a fingertip dipping inside of you for a moment before pulling away.

You whimpered out, pushing your hips back to chase after them, “Please, don't tease me…”

“I want to see your face.”

Shuu rolled you over until you were on your back, his lips pressing against yours with longing. His tongue tasted of blood, and you realized that you began not to mind the metallic flavor of it like before. You melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer—you didn't want to lose this feeling of his kiss. Shuu’s hands were yanking at your panties until they reached the floor, and you moaned into his mouth as he led you to fall on top of him.

He released his mouth from yours, coaxing you in that voice you couldn't ignore; "You know what to do, right? Get on top of me.”

You didn't think twice, crawling over him until you settled comfortably on his lap. His cock was hard now, and you flinched at the imprint of him poking at you, almost as if it was begging to be free. You could feel your mouth water, your fingers touching the waistband of his pajama pants—you could feel him let out a breathy laugh as you tried to pull them down.

Just when you wanted to say something, Shuu’s hips lifted into yours as he pulled his pants down just enough for his leaking cock to spring free. You gasped as he wasted no time taking hold of your hips, guiding you until he was aligned with your wet pussy. You were whimpering at the head caressing between your folds, and you braced yourself—your nails dug into his forearm at the feeling of him entering you.

You missed this feeling—Shuu driving his cock into you as you rode him with everything you had.

The stretch was painfully delicious—so good and so deep that you had no shame letting your moans free fall from your swollen lips. It had been so long since the last time. The days turned into weeks, and you were more sexually deprived than you liked to admit. You were sure Shuu could tell—you were so frantic as you bounced on his cock, grinding down on him to hook more stimulation to your clit.

He couldn't say anything, though. He was just the same.

Most of the time, Shuu would be too lazy to put much effort into fucking you—letting you take control whenever you were on top of him, occasionally thrusting here and there deep enough to make you squeal. It wasn’t every time he wanted to dominate you like this, but when he did, he would make sure to do it in a way that drove you crazy. Seeing you a drooling mess, crying as you came around his dick with your body quivering around him, always gave him a great sense of pleasure.

Your pussy was so drenched that every slap of the skin created a squelching sound, and it only encouraged you to hear it more, moaning with every meeting of Shuu’s hips. The pleasure was building up fast, your stomach tightening and your face burning, and you knew he was close with the way he was gripping onto your waist—bruising. You both were panting together, your whimpers swirling with his grunts in the air—hot and heavy—so good that it was egging you both on.

Shuu pulled you in close to lick the dry blood on your chest, the taste of your sweat mixing with the sweetness of you—it made him bite down on the plushy skin of your breast. The sensation made your body jump in delight, and you came with another wail of his name. Your eyes watered as you rode out your orgasm, not wanting this overwhelming feeling of pleasure taking over you to end.

It was too soon—ending way too fast—and you found yourself pulling on Shuu’s hair, craving more.

You tugged his head away, catching a glimpse of his lustful eyes, your blood smeared across his mouth. The sight was too much. You sought his lips, kissing him like he would disappear from your arms. You could feel your emotions skyrocketing to an all-time high. All you could do was hope it would never end—these emotions of desire, passion, and absolute need—you wanted to be with him. You wanted to stay by his side.

All you wanted was for him to love you.

As you two fell back onto the bed, your eyes fell on Shuu’s knife across from you. Instinctively, you grabbed it, releasing your lips from his as you sat back up. Your hips were still moving—slowly but carelessly—and as you stared into his eyes, you placed the blade in the palm of your hand. He watched as you closed your fist, dragging the edge against your skin until blood began to drip down onto his heaving chest. You didn't think twice about placing your bleeding palm against his mouth.

Shuu could've came right then and there.

His tongue wasted no time lapping at the blood oozing from the fresh wound, groaning against your tender skin. The pain was no match for the enjoyment you were feeling at that moment—relishing in the fact that his cock was twitching wildly and his hips were beginning to stutter against yours. Another orgasm dared to come as he marked you with his fangs.

Yes, more. Drink more of me.

Your thoughts were running wild, your body heating up and threatening to burst with overflowing desire. Shuu was so close, and so were you, meeting each other as you both were engulfed by pleasure. Just as you came, your walls throbbing around him—your pussy squeezing him so tight that it made him gasp out. You reclaimed your hand and wrapped it around his neck, riding your euphoric high.

Watching his reaction was exhilarating—his eyes wide and face twisting with confusion and ecstasy. It was even better once you felt him cum inside you. The squeeze you gave his throat caused him to throw his head back, giving you deep and wall-fluttering thrusts that caused you to mewl out. Shuu grunted as he reached for your neck, his fingers wrapping firmly around your bruised skin. He didn't stop the momentum of his pounding, becoming relentless with every clench you purposefully gave to his throat.

You were only turning him on the more you continued choking him—or trying to at least. You weren't fearful when he returned the favor. The grip wasn't as firm as before, and it was the least of your worries with his dick ramming into you unapologetically. He led you down to kiss you again, his tongue dancing with yours, his other arm wrapping around you and holding you tightly. Shuu didn't want to let go of you—at least in this moment.

The more he fucked you, kissed you, and held you like this—it felt like he was falling.

Maybe—

Somewhere in his fucked up mind and soul, Shuu did love you. Just a little.

Shuu brushed the hair away from your forehead as you fell fast asleep. Your skin was still sweat-slick and feverish; your body curled into itself as the covers hugged your sleeping frame. He had undoubtedly fucked you to sleep—somewhere in the middle of session four, no, five—your eyes were rolling back as you moaned out a pleading call for him. Breathless, you had collapsed on top of him, mumbling about how you couldn't take it any longer.

And before Shuu could think about saying anything, you had slipped into unconsciousness.

Shuu would have you join him in the bath when you woke up. In the meantime, he sat next to you, looking at your flushed face—such a peaceful sleeping face. He was grateful that none of his younger brothers attempted to swoop you two up for school. There was no way he would even think about leaving the manor without finishing what he started.

His hooded eyes watched your head leaning into his cold touch, sighing contently in your sleep. Honestly, Shuu didn't know what he was thinking. He had slipped away into thinking of such ridiculous feelings. Is a vampire such as himself feeling emotions like love? He wanted to laugh. Even when he tried to ignore these emotions, it would all come back tenfold like a pain in the ass.

Shuu would eventually have to accept his true feelings for you, even if he didn't want to. He could not hold back much longer.

He really was in love with you.

Shuu sighed to himself, running his hands through his hair. He had almost forgotten the ache in his head from your unrelenting hair-pulling. He would have to complain about it to you later. Perhaps he'd make you wash his hair and massage his scalp as an apology. He’ll wash your body as an apology, too.

When he was about to reach for his earphones, he heard something that stopped him. It was loud and clear; there was no way he could've mistaken it. His eyes were wide as he turned back to look at you, your body moving slightly as you slept. Shuu waited for a moment until he heard it again.