•This is Real• [Diabolik Lovers × Male! OC]

Chapter 33: toe-may-toe

After that little incident with the perverted vampire, I took a quick shower that was surprisingly uninterrupted by any of the bloodthirsty mosquitoes in my house. I towel dried my hair quickly (damn whats that like? Long hair, can't relate :'))before tossing on a fresh change of clothes.

Considering I had a concert to go to later tonight, I decided on something nice to move about in.

Specifically I really wanted a bomber jacket. It would get pretty cold at night and damn if I didn't look good in a nice jacket.

The only issue.

My old one was now soaked in blood from when Azusa had come after me and I decided to toss the thing premtively. Cause damn me if I was going to walk around bloodthirsty vampires with a whole meal for them on my shirt.

So what do I do...?

Well I could just wear a regular hoodie...

But i'm the protagonist of a wattpad book and I have to progress the story somehow...

So,

To Yuma it was!

Well I wasn't an idiot though, I know I haven't exactly reached that level of understanding with Yuma where I could ask him for something without him using me like a human pin cushion for pointy teeth. So I used the ace up my sleeve! (Pun very much intended)

"Azusa? You there?" I knocked on his door.

I could here a slight kerfuffle from behind the door but it sooned opened up, showing the adorable boy in an equally adorable sweater. I would've jumped him with a hug right then and there if I hadn't spotted the blade in his hands.

'cuddly like a teddy bear yet spiky like Bakugou's hair...'

"Hey, Azusa!" I grinned. "Do you happen to know anyone who's bomber jacket I could borrow?" He seems to think it over a bit and give a small nod. He guides me in with, stepping to the side.

"W-wait here..." He mumbled, shuffling off, a long strip of gauze dangling from his arms.

'why am I not surprised...?'

I chuckled to myself, then decide to take the oportunity to look around the boy's room.

True to his character, he had beautiful display cases filled with all sorts of blades and daggers polished to perfection. He also had bundles of gauze and bandaids strewn about, all seeming to have originated from the one first aid box on his bed.

'Well, at least the Mukami's don't sleep in coffins like the Sakamakis...'I think, recalling the rather sore back I was left with after the last time Shu made me sleep in his room.

I continue looking around the room, a gleaming glass box catching my eye above the fireplace.

I walk closer, realising the knife in the display was the wooden dagger we had whittled together in art class. I smiled, noticing all the work he had put into cleaning and upkeeping the blade. Normally the wood would have splintered already but it seemed like he went to stain and laquer the wood to make it last.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the boy walking in.

"Ne Azusa, you still haven't told me what you wanted my jacket for-" the giant tomato loving vampire walked in, stopping in his spot after spotting me.

'well this was awkward...'

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"Uh- hi...?"

'I didn't exactly expect Yuma to come here himself... Though I don't think i'd leave my clothes unattended with the blade loving vampire either now that I think about it...'

"O-on second thought!" I added upon the silence I was met with. "I think I'll just freeze..."

I moved to walk out of the room but of course the hunk of a vamp moved to block me.

I sighed. "Look man I just showered, I'd rather not have to find some way to escape this too. I've already met my daily quota of today with Laito..." I saw Yuma smile, never a good sign. "Too bad sow."

'again, NOT. A. GIRL.'

The ginger bastard started walking towards me. "HOLD YOUR DAMN HORSES!" I groaned, trying to find some compromise with the male.

"Look, you like gardening right?" His eyes narrowed at me. Right, I wasn't exactly supposed to know that, now was I? "If you let me off I'll show you a place in the backyard where you can make a nice little garden full of nice red tomatoes. Heck, I'll even help you plant them. How about it?"

He eyed me wierdly but stepped aside.

"Thank you-" he interrupted me with a jacket to the face.

"Ah-" I caught the black jacket by the sleeve before it could touch the floor.

"Sows need to stay warm, I don't like eating popsicles." He gave me a shit eating lopsided grin.

'this bastard...'

I rolled my eyes and left the room.

'Seriously, what exactly did I see in these boys as a kid?

Oh right, that they were hot.'