Love at First Bite

Kiyoomi Sakusa?

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(Atsumu's pov)

I woke up in my own bed, confused on what happened last night. I thought it was a dream, until I saw him sleeping next to me...

Wait. Sleeping? Next to me?! What the hell did we do??!!!

I started panicking. That's when I realized that I should close the curtains before the sun rises. I quickly got out of bed but the moment I got up, I feel extreme pain. I decided to just endure it for now and complain later. I immediately closed all curtains in the house. Suddenly I hear groaning. It was that vampire.

Oh no.. What am I supposed to do?! What am I going to say??

I immediately run to the bedroom. The first thing is see is a beautiful vampire. His face was stoic but yet he is still handsome.

"You're already awake?", said the vampire.

I slowly nod, surprised and a bit afraid. He groans as he lay down once again on my bed.

"Wh-What's your name?", I said.

He looked at me with fierce eyes, before speaking.

"Sakusa..

Kiyoomi Sakusa.."

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(Sakusa's POV)

Damnit.. why did I do that last night..? No. More importantly, why is he not scared? I'm a vampire. He's supposed to go all 'Ah! A vampire.'. Why is he...nice?

"Dammit.", my head was throbbing. I've never been so full. His blood is so sweet..

He looked worried now. "Are you ok?", he asked. Why is he so worried? I'm just a vampire. A monster.

"I'm fine.. Are you ok?". He definitely did not look ok. He was pale and limping.

He nodded but I know that's a lie. I got up and picked him up.

"If you're not ok, then just say so."

He became red. Embarrassment maybe. Why does he have to be embarrassed? I mean, I sucked his blood yesterday night.

I put him on the bed, in hopes he shuts up and fall asleep. I realized that the curtains were closed. They weren't last night. Did he close them all this morning? Why does he have to be so unselfish.

I saw his tired eyes. I held him in my arms. He's so warm and comfortable.. I want to stay like this. He fell asleep in my arms. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep too.

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