Blood Soda! ☆彡 Yandere x Reader

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I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, my rough skin scraping against his made me cringe. Cautiously, I took the bottle, the cold, wet feeling shocked my hand. "Is it actual blood?" I felt stupid for asking. Yes, it obviously is, idiot! You've been basically poisoning yourself over a crush. He tensed up. The question was inevitable, the knowledge that it had been real blood in the soda had been lingering the air, but was refused acknowledgement.
Aki gave a nervous hum before confirming. He had an awkward air to him that I noticed more and more upon meeting him. He had a way of commanding a room but lacked the ability to do anything with the attention. His mannerisms were awkward and twitchy, he often fumbled over his words and could hardly keep eye contact anymore. His untouchable, confident demeanor was only skin deep, under that he was a bumbling, nervous man. His answer didn't bother me as much considering I already knew it to be true. I turned away slightly, adjusting my legs to lean away from him. His leg bounced and he hummed nervously. Neither of us knew what to say and I could feel the thickness of the air change.

Akihiko's POV

It's the type of the thing that had intrigued me since my teen years. A belief that wasn't rooted in any knowledge or pseudo science, the belief that someone consuming my blood would make them fall in love with me. There was no explanation in my mind that would make me think it would work, aside from a small voice in the back of my head that kept reassuring me. I never got much attention from girls when I was younger, even now most people are driven off by my behavior when they meet me properly. Except reader, though I suppose it's because she's forced to stay with me. I feel as though she has a soft spot for me.
We first met in the waiting room of the clinic, it was by chance really, I singled her out for no particular reason, with no intentions in mind. A burst of confidence, or maybe I was just horny, I couldn't tell. But seeing how the room turned to look at me made me feel good, and seeing her shy away at my presence made me feel even better. I've never been the smoothest, but around her I feel sought after and haughty, someone who has something worth bragging about. I felt wanted and had the urge to take it a step further with the blood soda (a simple concoction really, my blood and carbonated water) because who knows when someone would get this close to me again.
I'd spoiled it now though. Calling it blood soda was probably not the smartest idea, but I thought it was crazy enough to work. She turned away from me not quite surprised but visibly uncomfortable. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed, the one person who took to me now thinks I'm a freak, just like everyone else.
I wanted to say something, anything, to keep her with me, but I couldn't think of what. She would probably be requesting a room switch tomorrow, that was fair.