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The first time he'd met the famous Hizashi Yamada had been by chance, when he was pushing open the door to a cafe. Bumping into the man quite literally, had resulted in a macchiato spilled across his button up. He could still clearly recall the stinging of hot coffee as it seeped into the fabric, and stuck to his skin coupled with a few curses.
Fully ready to curse out whoever he'd ran into, his gaze moved upwards to the person he now realized was rapidly apologizing. He was pretty, with long golden hair that seemed to have some sort of glow to it, especially with how the light hit it now. His eyes were even more shocking, they were wide like meadows and it made him struggle to find words.
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry-" Pulled from his reverie rather quickly, Shouta held up a hand to silence him.
"Um, it's alright." His words were only a little more than a mumble right now, and even as he tugged at his sticky shirt with a wince, he couldn't find it in himself to be angry at him.
Then napkins were being pushed into his hand carefully, and the very bright man was still standing in front of him colored with concern. Glancing down at his shirt, Shouta doubted that these would be a fix for the coffee that stained the white fabric. But to make the other feel better he reasoned, he still pressed them there anyways.
"I'm still sorry, how about I make it up to you? Lunch, maybe?" Came the light, apologetic words and he found himself wondering why he was even considering accepting.
"Sure." And then the other, if possible seemed to brighten up visibly with a wide smile, and really Shouta was just glad he could keep a straight face.
"Great! Let's meet here then, does Saturday at three sound okay?" And unable to find words, Shouta only dumbly nodded before the man said his goodbyes, and whisked past him.
What the hell just happened?
Honestly Shouta had no idea the man in question was famous at first, in fact he didn't even know his name. Their meeting the second time around wasn't so accidental, and it left him waiting with his fingers nervously tapping away at the wood of the cafe table. He was dressed more casual today than earlier in the week, seeing as he didn't have to work.
Being a professor didn't actually require him to wear the button up he did that day (along with the slacks), but he had an important meeting that required his attendance after the day was done. Shouta was only thankful that the coffee incident had ended up being after said meeting.
"This seat taken?" Came the light, joking words that made him jolt as he glanced up from his fingers, ceasing the tap tap tap of his nervous tick. He only quirked a brow as the man pulled the chair out, before taking a seat.
Now that he thought about it, Shouta hadn't gotten the chance to really look at the other in the aftermath of the collision. His face was narrow but not unsettling, and how he neglected to notice the well groomed mustache just beneath his sharp nose was beyond him. Thin lips were curled into a pleasant smile, and as his eyes darted up to meet the other's, he noticed ,they were framed by a pair of square glasses.
Shouta almost felt underdressed with how the other neatly presented himself, a flannel with carefully cuffed sleeves over a white flannel and neat light jeans clearly outshined his own simple outfit. A dark longsleeve and a pair of dark jeans. Yet, he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
"You know," He started, "I never got your name... I'm Aizawa, by the ways." It seemed less friendly to offer his last name instead, but he was always a bit of a stiff man.
"Oh! How rude of me, you can just call me Hizashi!" The man, now Hizashi leaned back in his chair and flashed him what he likely considered to be a winning smile.
"So I see you don't always dress so fancy." The blond pointed out casually, and Shouta found himself giving a snort in response before he could stop it. Of course he didn't, but the other didn't know that. With the way his hair had been carefully tied back, he almost looked like a businessman.
"Only when there's an important meeting." He offered back, head turning as a waitress stopped by to take their orders. For him, it was a simple hot chocolate, and this time Hizashi ordered a peppermint mocha.
"Important meeting? What do you do? If you don't mind me asking that is." He hummed, fidgeting with a stray ring on his pointer finger.
"Nothing that interesting if that's what you're asking, I'm just a college professor." Shouta mumbled into the rim of his cup now that it'd arrived, averting his gaze.
"What about you?"
Hizashi seemed to perk up, clapping has hands together as he sat ramrod straight in his seat with gleam in his eyes.
"I'm an internet personality!"
"A what now." Shouta deadpanned, lowering his cup and fixing him with a confused look.
"Internet personality, it's someone who's famous online for something! I have a certain shtick, and while that's not how I make my money, it's fun!" Jerking his hand into the air, he held up a finger. He was oddly expressive, "I'm actually a DJ too, I freelance for a couple clubs around these parts."
Shouta simply nodded, before pausing to ask just how famous the other really was. The answer he got was definitely unexpected, and had him choking on his cocoa.
"A couple million followers? You say that like it's not a lot." The blond only shrugged, looking a humble sort of proud.
"Teaching is cool too, you know, I actually sort of wanted to be one myself." That had him quirking a brow, nodding for him to continue. Though, he probably would have even if Shouta hadn't.
"I wanted to teach English, I think it's such an interestingly nuanced language. For instance, did you know read and read are spelled the same, but they're completely different?" Shouta had heard about how English could do that, and frankly he found it stupidly complicated.
Eventually time got away from them, which he found to be a shame especially since he was actually enjoying Hizashi's company. But with a promise to meet up again another time, they departed separately beneath the darkening sky.
Time passed quickly for the two, days seeming to move much slower before their meetings and then far too fast when they came about. Shouta found himself looking forwards to meeting up nowadays, accustomed greatly to the other's presence.
Hizashi was an almost constant presence now over the weeks that came, and during that time Shouta learned of the other's 'shtick' as he called it. A running gag that he was a vampire- Obviously fake, but nonetheless an odd thing to strike out into the world with.
But his viewers ate it up, clearly from the adoring comments that adorned any post that even hinted at blood or the flash of fangs. But there was other appeal too- His camerawork was good, that much was obvious with how often he photographed himself in day-to-day things. Like running, or petting every dog he was allowed to.
But eventually they even ended up visiting each other's apartments. Where Shouta's was spartan and barely looked lived in, Hizashi's seemed to reflect everything he was. Colorful and warm, and just the slightest bit messy.
That lead to their situation now, Hizashi sprawled on one half of his couch with his leg up and a box of takeout in one hand and chopsticks in the other. Meanwhile, he only leaned against the arm of the blond's couch, a deep red piece that surprisingly complemented the rest of the room's decor.
"Hey, I never got to ask but, why'd you decide on the vampire thing when you did?" A question he decided to pose instead of picking at his rice in a haze as he barely thought about the movie flickering in front of them.
Hizashi's gaze flickered over to him, eyes innocently blinking down at Shouta as he paused in thought, a stray noodle hanging over his lower lip.
"Well, I don't really know. I guess it just came to me one day, you know?" He shrugged, the noodle gone and the carton set aside.
"People wouldn't expect it, and that's what I like! Being bold with how you present yourself seems to add a certain pizazz, you know?" His hands were open, palms wide as he gestured vaguely in the air.
"And people don't make fun of you? Dressing up as a vampire isn't too out there I suppose, but people tend to be... opinionated."
For a moment, Hizashi's dew-green eyes flashed with something different, and unrecognizable but just as quickly as it was there it vanished. His posture seemed a bit stiffer, and the way he relaxed seemed forced.
But maybe he was reading too far into things, and it was just an odd topic for the other. Decidedly dropping the subject for the sake of the man next to him, Shouta quickly broached another, easier subject.
"So what's your opinion on the music score for this one?" And Hizashi seemed to just light up, fingers curling in the air as he huffed exasperatedly about how it couldn't even be called a score with how awful it was.
It had Shouta's mouth curling into a soft smile.
Thing is, Hizashi tended to get drained. As uncommon as it was, it was still something that happened before it abruptly ended two days or so in. This time, it had already been three, and the man's cheeks looked the slightest bit sallow, while his hair was upsettingly dull.
Knuckles rapping against the familiar wood of Hizashi's door, he dropped his hand to shove it in his pockets with the other. He waited, shifting anxiously for a moment until he heard the telltale slow shuffle of footsteps, muffled behind the door.
When he opened the door, Shouta was taken aback by just how awful he looked. His skin was practically gray, and if it weren't for his hair being pulled back he was sure it'd only hang limply past his chin.
"What happened to you?" He blurted before he could even think about the words he was going to say, hand already up and reaching out towards him. The man practically jerked out of the way of his hands and Shouta's brows furrowed.
That was odd. Usually he was the one to lean away from touch, although rare, it was usually when he was high with the oversensitivity of anxiety that was bursting. And Hizashi just seemed so tired, drooping like a wilted flower.
But at the same time, he could see how he was on edge, guarded in the doorway of his apartment with sharp eyes. Hizashi reminded him of himself, which was upsetting as a statement alone.
"Could... I come in? I won't touch you, I promise." He breathed the words nervously, hands clenched with his arms tight against his sides. Shouta desperately wanted to remedy this somehow.
Seeming to survey him for a moment, he slowly and hesitantly stepped back from the doorway, movements barely a sluggish shuffle. Brushing past him without really touching him, the dark haired man glanced back to find him watching him sharply.
Taking a tentative seat on the ever familiar couch, he couldn't help the slight sag of relief in his shoulders as the other followed behind, albeit a bit more slowly.
"What's going on with you? Talk to me." He couldn't stop as he found himself leaning in the blond's direction, concern coloring his visage. But he wasn't looking at him, instead green eyes were listlessly focused beneath his chin.
"Hey-" His breath was stolen from him, heart fluttering in between his ribs as he was suddenly gifted with an armful of everything Hizashi. What was going on? He certainly wasn't complaining about the weight against his chest, until-
The soft prick of fangs barely scraping against his neck, and Shouta froze beneath the man above him. Was this some sort of sick joke?
"You've taken this too far- This whole vampire th-" But he was cut off as he finally heard a raspy voice speak against his throat, nothing but a low rumble.
"I'm so hungry, Shou..." And for some reason, he found himself believing the other. For that reason, he struggled beneath his strong grip, grunting as he tried his best to wiggle free as he simultaneously tried to talk Hizashi down.
With the press of fangs against his neck like cold steel, pulse jumping, Shouta realized that for the first time in a long time-
He had no idea what to do.