Takao glared at his biology homework like it had just insulted his grandmother.

It felt like he'd been dropped into a bad movie and suddenly found himself playing the part of the main character. Seriously though. His best friend turns out to be a vampire, bites him, confesses to him, turns him into a vampire as well, and now, like he's the recipient of some cosmic joke, he starts to return those feelings?!

He didn't want this shit and he refused to accept that last part.

He refused to be the guy that just sits back and let it happen.

Takao had always thought that he'd have a normal life, complete with a dog or two and a normal relationship where they slowly fell for each other and ended up living happily ever after with a cottage. God, he wanted it so badly.

And now it was impossible.

Those pesky emotions he'd started to notice screwed everything up. He'd never wanted to fall for a guy, and especially Midorima of all people.

Sure, they were good friends, but their personalities clashed so much. Takao doubted he'd ever feel truly comfortable around him.

Takao circled option b for one of the questions as he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. It had been hours, but it still felt like there was something pushing against his lips. The sensation of Midorima's mouth was stuck there and it refused to leave him alone.

Maybe if he bit his lip…?

He bit down hard enough to draw blood.

The sharp pinch kind of helped, but it created another problem. The feeling of teeth in his lip brought a flood of memories to the forefront of his mind. He could feel it like it had only just happened, Midorima's tongue dragging over his lip to help it heal, Midorima making almost inaudible noises as he sank his teeth in, the way Midorima had taken hold of his tongue and bitten down–

Fucking hell.

Takao licked his lip to heal it and stared at his groin.

His little jaunt down memory lane had given him something else to deal with. He quickly stood up and went to make sure his door was locked, then flopped into bed after retrieving the usual supplies from his sock drawer. He shoved his shorts down and tried to quickly make his way through the ungraceful process of jerking off.

Something felt off.

As Takao lay there trying to finish, he couldn't help but think there was something missing. Which was weird. He was doing the exact same thing he always did, well, used to do. He hadn't done it himself since the whole 'becoming a blood bank' incident. He groaned in frustration and squeezed his eyes shut. He was so damn close, but it wouldn't end.

He bit his lip again, accidentally this time. His imagination went into overdrive, supplying him with a mix of fantasy and memory. Suddenly there was green everywhere and it smelt like tea. There was warm skin pressed against his own, a pulse fluttering just out of reach. A large hand reached down and covered his fingers, helping him to pick up his pace.

Takao brought his free hand up to the side of his neck and dug his nails into Midorima's favourite spot, but not enough to break the skin.

That did it.

As he slowly came back to his senses, Takao realized two things.

Firstly, he still felt unsatisfied.

Secondly, he'd just jerked off to Midorima.

Takao stared at the scene unfolding before him. He must've fallen asleep while lying in bed reflecting on his crimes. There was no other explanation for what he was seeing.

"Erm, Shin-chan? What are you doing up there?"

"I am doing everything humanly possible to ensure my luck."

The Midorima in his dream was balancing on top of a five-foot tall exercise ball, bowls of red-bean soup in his hands and Kerosuke perched on top of his head.

To make matters weirder, he was wearing a toga.

This was definitely a dream.

"Exactly what does this… well whatever it is that you're doing, have anything to do with luck?"

"Oha Asa told me to."

"Yes, I gathered that much, but Shin-chan, why the heck are you–"

"MEEP"

The sudden noise cut him off. What the hell was that?

"MEEP"

He stared at Midorima, then saw the frog statue on his head open its mouth wide.

"MEEP"

"Oi, Shin-chan, would you mind shutting the frog off?"

"MEEP"

"Yes I would."

"MEEP MEEP MEEP"

Ugh it was getting louder and faster now.

"MEEP MEEP MEEP"

Oh god, Midorima had thrown his head back and started making the noise too.

"MEEP"

"MEEP"

"MEE–"

Takao slammed his hand down on the alarm clock, cutting the god-awful sound off. He stared at the glowing display with bleary eyes.

Thank god that had actually been a dream.

He lay in bed staring at the clock and trying to figure out what was going on. Oh yeah, today was only Thursday. And coach had scheduled an early practice. Damn him. There had to be some kind of rule or regulation this was violating.

Takao got up and started getting ready as quickly as he could at four thirty in the morning. After pulling his clothes on, he ran straight into the door, remembered to open it and then made his way downstairs. Coffee may be bitter and gross, but it was sure helpful on days like today. After half an hour, Takao's brain was functioning a bit better and he checked his phone before setting out.

A good thing he did too, because Midorima had sent him a text decreeing that today's pickup time would be five thirty. Apparently he was feeling well enough to go to practice.

Even at this ungodly hour…

Takao tossed his bag into the cart and hauled his body onto the bike seat, repeating the phrase 'I am not crushing on anyone' in the back of his mind. Today was going to suck.

When he thought that today was going to suck, he didn't think it would be a literal thing. Strangely, fate seemed to have this way of shoving the unexpected into his lap and running off with a giggle.

Takao could tell from a mile away that Midorima was hungry. It was wound all through his scent, kind of like the effect of adding flavoured syrup to coffee. Or in this case, to green tea. As he pulled up to Midorima's house, he realized that Midorima wasn't the only one needing a snack. After the smell hit his nose, his exhaustion transformed into something much uglier and harder to deal with.

Midorima wasted no time. As soon as Takao had stopped the bike, he found himself being frenched within an inch of his life.

Kind of literally too, considering how much biting was going on.

It was nowhere near enough.

It was nowhere near enough, and they were in the middle of the sidewalk.

Midorima pulled back and checked the time on his phone, breathing a little heavier than normal.

"Well, this is problematic…"

"Hmm?"

Midorima fired off a few short texts and grabbed Takao by the wrist.

Takao was sort of dizzy from a mixture of blood loss and 'woke up at four' syndrome, so he didn't pick up on Midorima's intentions right away. He figured it out when he found himself being dragged indoors.

Oh hell no.

Hungry or not, he did not wake up this early just to skip out on practice.

"Shin-chan, we are going to practice."

Takao dug in his heels, bringing their momentum to a halt in the entryway.

"I have already sent the coach a message and used two of my requests to excuse us. Now hurry it up."

Well… If it was already done… Then it couldn't be helped… Right?

Takao followed Midorima up to his room with faked reluctance and sat down on the bed. He didn't have to wait long before lips were on his neck, metal frames pressing into his jaw. As per usual, the entire affair was not the cleanest, especially when it was his turn to take his fill. Midorima's collar had red smears on it and they both needed a change of pants.

As Takao was about to get up to go to the bathroom, Midorima took him by surprise and pulled him back for another kiss. His weight settled in Midorima's lap, kneeling with a leg on either side and Midorima held onto both his forearms. The kiss was slow, almost searching. Midorima broke the contact, but kept his face close.

"Takao, why did you do that yesterday?"

His tone was strange, it wasn't something Takao was used to, and they both knew exactly what 'that' meant.

Takao's resolve not to fall into the rocky pit called emotion evaporated when he leaned back a little and saw just how hopeful Midorima looked. He glanced away, feeling his face heat up.

Showing that expression just wasn't playing fair.

"Why do you think I did it…"

Midorima smiled.

He fucking smiled.

Not the smirk he usually gave, this was different. It was the kind of grin that stretched ear-to-ear and crinkled the eyes. Takao burned the image into his brain as he leaned forwards and rested his forehead on Midorima's shoulder.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad after all.