It was a quiet evening in the Aizawa household-or at least, it was until Souto's stomach let out a growl so loud it could've rivaled a wild animal.
The family had just sat down to dinner, with Shinso poking at his food and Aizawa quietly sipping his tea. Souto, however, was eyeing his plate with growing suspicion.
"What's wrong?" Aizawa asked, glancing at his son.
Souto pushed his food around on his plate, looking more annoyed than usual. "This is garbage."
"Stop complaining and eat," Shinso muttered, picking up his fork.
"I'm not hungry for *food*, alright?" Souto's voice dropped to a dramatic whisper. "I need *blood*."
Shinso raised an eyebrow, almost dropping his fork. "Blood? What, like, from a snack-sized donation?"
"No," Souto growled. "I'm serious. My body needs blood. Like, *really* needs blood."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. He had been expecting this moment ever since he found out about Souto's vampire quirk, but it was a whole different story experiencing it firsthand.
"You're not biting me," Shinso said immediately, raising both hands as if warding off a vampire attack.
"I wasn't planning to," Souto shot back, clearly offended.
"Right," Aizawa muttered. "Well, I guess we'll need to figure this out. You can't just go around drinking people's blood."
Souto shot him an incredulous look. "Why not? It's a perfectly *normal* thing for a vampire, you know."
Aizawa set his tea down, clearly trying to figure out how to handle the situation. "There are rules for this sort of thing. No blood-drinking without permission. You can't go biting random people, and we're definitely not going to let you snack on Hitoshi."
Souto's face fell for a brief second before he quickly recovered. "Fine," he grumbled. "But I'm still hungry."
---
The next morning, Souto woke up feeling cranky and hungry-*very* hungry. He rubbed his eyes, his stomach growling as he wandered into the kitchen. Aizawa and Shinso were already there, but it didn't matter. He was not going to let his monstrous hunger ruin another day.
"I need blood," he announced, standing in front of Aizawa like a tiny, grumpy dictator.
Shinso glanced up from his breakfast, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not just looking for an excuse to be a menace?"
"Rude," Souto retorted, but his stomach growled in agreement.
---
It's been a couple of days. The house was eerily quiet, a rare occurrence in the Aizawa household. Aizawa and Shinso were at school, leaving Souto sitting on the living room sofa, twirling a pen in his hand and staring at the ceiling. His stomach growled, a constant reminder of his *unique* dietary needs.
An idea sparked in his mischievous mind.
"Wait! Plenty of people out there with blood to spare. It's practically wasting it if they don't share." He muttered to himself.
He leapt up from the couch, his excitement building. His sharp eyes darted toward Aizawa's office door, slightly ajar.
"Just a little bit of computer time won't hurt," Souto reasoned aloud, grinning as he snuck inside.
---
The office was as tidy as Aizawa's personality was not-organized files, neatly stacked books, and a spotless desk. Souto sat down in the big chair, spinning it once before cracking his knuckles and powering up the computer.
"Alright, let's make this happen," he said, opening a browser window.
The hours flew by as Souto threw himself into his work with uncharacteristic focus. Coding wasn't his forte, but with a few online tutorials and a lot of trial and error, he managed to create a rudimentary website.
He leaned back, admiring his masterpiece.
The homepage read:
*Give Blood, Save a Vampire!*
_Are you interested in helping a young vampire live his best life? Volunteer to donate your blood today!_
The site included a sign-up form with sections for contact information, blood type, and availability.
Souto even added a FAQ section, answering questions like:
- *Will it hurt?* _Nah, Only a little._
- *Is it safe?* _Mostly._
- *Why should I do this?* _Because I'm awesome._
Souto laughs to himself as he types, thoroughly entertained by his own wit. He even includes a cheesy "testimonial" section, filling it with fake reviews like:
"Souto is the best! I've never felt better about giving blood. 10/10 would donate again!" - Anonymous Volunteer
And:
"He didn't even bite me! Highly recommend." - Happy Donor
He smirked, satisfied with his work. "I'm a genius. People are gonna line up for this."
---
By the time Aizawa and Shinso returned home, Souto had spent the entire day in the office, skipping school on that.
"I'm home," Aizawa called, setting down his bag. He frowned, noticing the unusual quiet. "Souto?"
Shinso shrugged. "Maybe he's actually napping for once."
They found him in the office, hunched over the desk and furiously typing.
"Souto!" Aizawa barked.
Souto jumped, spinning around in the chair. "Oh, hey, you're back. Don't worry, I wasn't doing anything shady."
"That's exactly what someone who's doing something shady would say," Shinso deadpanned, crossing his arms.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he approached the computer. "What are you working on?"
Souto tried to block the screen. "Nothing! Just... homework."
Aizawa arched a skeptical brow. "Homework you've never done before? Move."
Souto reluctantly scooted aside, and Aizawa leaned in to read the screen. His tired eyes widened as he skimmed the homepage.
"'Give Blood, Save a Vampire'?" he read aloud.
Shinso burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you made a *website*?!"
"It's efficient!" Souto defended. "Think about it-no more hunger pangs, and I get to meet cool people!"
"Cool people?" Aizawa repeated, his tone dangerously low. "Souto, do you have any idea how reckless this is? You're asking strangers to *voluntarily let you bite them!*"
"Not bite," Souto corrected. "Just take a sip."
"That's *worse,*" Shinso said, still laughing.
Aizawa sighs deeply, muttering under his breath about needing stricter rules for the house. "I'm taking the site down, Souto."
"But-"
"You're grounded," Aizawa said, shutting off the computer.
Souto groaned dramatically. "You're always ruining my genius ideas!"
"Your 'genius ideas' are why I don't sleep at night," Aizawa muttered, dragging him out of the office.
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