Hahahaha, I update these all past my self appointed bedtime because I hate myself apparently. Anyways, back to the story!
(Y/N) fidgeted nervously with the Hem of her skirt. She was decked out in formal clothing. A nice blouse and skirt that complimented her (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Tights hugged her thighs and ended in a fancy pair of high heels.
(Choose any colors and design, it doesn't really matter.)
She bit her lip, hesitating at the doorstep of her boyfriend's house. Her ears flicked unsurely.
(Y/N) had been invited over for a dinner with Shoto's family ages ago. But had only just recently taken up the offer due to how busy she had been.
She had been excited, it hadn't even occurred to her that half of Shoto's family was vampires.
What are they going to eat? Is this going to be awkward? Gosh, how formal do I have to be here? Jesus Christ (Y/N) just knock on the door already.
She raised her hand to knock on the wooden door three time.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hahaha knock on wood... Fuck I'm nervous.
She noticed absently that her hands were slightly sweaty and brushed them against her skirt.
Her heart plummeted when the door clicked open.
A part of (y/n) had been hoping they wouldn't be home.
Too late now.
She met the person at the door with a kind smile. One she feared looked a tad too forced. She tried to make it more natural, but she definitely failed if the sympathetic look the girl gave her was anything to go by.
"C'mon in! Everyone is so excited to meet you."
Ahh, nice, mature, no fangs, human, this must be Fuyumi.
"Thank you, I'm excited to meet them too!"
"Yeah, Shoto wouldn't shut up about you and 'if you hurt her you'll pay'."
"Oh gosh, that makes me feel ten times better."
"Doesn't it?"
(Y/N) and Fuyumi continued to chat as they walked down the hall towards what she assumed was the dining room.
As they approached they slowly quieted. Not a single sound came from the room in front of them. Fuyumi walked in as if, nothing was wrong, but (Y/N) lingered by the doorway.
Fuyumi looked back when she noticed (y/n)'s hesitation and gestured for her to enter.
Shoto stood when she finally walked in, he met her halfway to the table.
"(Y/N)."
A small smile broke his usually stoic mask and (y/n) sent him a happy grin in response.
The heterochromatic male grabbed her hand lightly and led her to her seat.
She looked up and scanned the room quickly, noticing Fuyumi's sudden absence. Two other males sat at the table, one opposite Shoto, the other at the head of the dining table.
The first was visibly older than Shoto, but only by a few years. He had spiky red hair, with two horns poking out. Small wings resting mid-back and (y/n) suspected he also had a tail. Natsuo Todoroki. Dragon half-breed.
The second was obvious. She could tell who he was the second she walked into the room, both from Shoto's descriptions and the media surrounding him. A heavily built man, the vampire Enji Todoroki, or better known as Endeavor, was quite famous.
