One Damn of a Butler

Introduction

3rd Person's POV

It was a fine day in the city. There was only a few clouds that covered the light blue sky. Yes it was a beautiful day for, most people to say for the least - but for this young man, 22, Tall and slightly lean in shape. The name, Shouto Todoroki, a Vampire, he was quite young for his race. He was as tall and built as he could get. Knowing Vampires could technically live for thousands of years, he was still learning. Unfortunately, Vampires aren't good to sunlight, meaning the male had to wear either a hood in the day, or carry a parasol. Which wasn't much of a bother to the dual male. Yes, he does drink blood. Yet, he doesn't drink off of humans, he didn't like feeding off of humans. So instead he just drink off of blood packets his family usually sends him in mail. It wasnt much. Yet again, it is usually hard for his family, which they clearly don't live close, to send blood in mail. Usually it doesn't arrive and Shouto technically has to drink from raw meats or freshly dead animals. He didnt like it, but it was for his nutrients in order to survive. Besides that, this bi-colored male did worked for money yes. He does work for a good balance of money which is of course a very, very good thing to say at least. He worked at a Butler Café. Being one of the servers, he sure does get compliments from left to right. Mainly because he has this thing that people usually say. Him being a chimera, his hair being split into two colors, including his eyes, having heteromia as well. Meaning its super rare for a human. Which always brought eyes and attention to the male. He had been given many of these compliments many times so he was quite used to it at this point.

Shouto's POV

As my alarm rang, it didn't took much for me to eventually get up from my coffin, or, bed in other words. I groan as I stretched. It felt receiving of course. I turn myself as I slipped my slippers on my feet, standing up, my eyes remained somewhat closed. I had all of my windows blocked, or closed. It itched when I came to contact with direct light, and if you were thinking, what about light bulbs or light sources? No, those don't affect me at all, luckily. I drag my feet and made my way to my restroom to wash my face. Turning the faucet on, I splashed my face with cold water, quickly shaking my head, I woke up fully, drying up my face, I then started to brush my teeth. Mainly cleaning my fangs I hide, I took my time on brushing them. As I'm done with everything in the restroom, I pick out the uniform, which was technically a specific Tux, I took my unnecessary clothing off as I put on my button up and dress up pants. It took a bit longer actually, compare to brushing my teeth at least. It was quite a lot actually, from gloves, to a fancy tie. I felt more comfortable as looked at myself into the mi- wait- I can't even see myself through the mirror- my reflection wasn't viewable to me, which was not okay for me. I've always wondered how I looked like. Knowing if I asked how I did looked like, ill look like a freak, or a fool perhaps. I wouldn't bare to ask. Anyways besides that, as I finished getting myself ready for work. I grabbed my keys and my wallet, I don't use credit card, of course, if I did, I wouldn't even show in the camera, which would leave to suspicion. Luckily my job understands what I am, which is surprising since I wasn't really the only one that wasn't human. There were elves, were wolves, you name it. Since that was technically the case, I felt more comfortable with my co-workers. Bringing my Parasol with me, I got in my car and drove my way to the Café. There was light traffic but that didn't affect my time, I still arrived on time. As I parked on the side of the street, I opened my door then my parasol, closing the door behind me and locking it, I casually unlocked the door, since opening the Café was my job of course. My Manager knew I always woke up early, so he gave me the roll to open the cafe early. As I turned the light on, close the door, I walked down the hall before no windows were there, I closed my parasol and opened the next pair of doors, which lead to where the tables were present. I made sure everything was in place, if everything was clean or dirty. Everything seemed the same ever since I closed the cafe, which was good of course. Otherwise I'd just had to fix what wasn't in place or what wasn't clean. I waited for the other workers to arrive before officially opening the cafe. Once they all arrived, people already started to come in. Everything was going extremely well to say at least. Yet it felt too carefree- it was too off. Things like this always lead to something big happening, whether it could be good or bad. Yet, I tried to keep that behind my head. Clothing the tea cups, some were different then the others. I remained in the kitchen as I finished cleaning the kitchen ware, such as knifes, spoons, utensils, forks, etc. It was doing so well. But, what could possibly go wrong..-