Aimi and Michika stood outside the convenience store, the cool evening breeze brushing against their faces.
Aimi couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and connection with Michika, despite the limited interactions they had.
"Are you feeling better now?" Aimi asked, concern evident in her voice.
Michika nodded slightly, his gaze still averted. "Yes, thank you for helping me."
Aimi smiled warmly. "It's no problem at all. I'm glad I could assist you. By the way, are you heading home now?"
Michika hesitated for a moment before responding. "I don't have a home."
Aimi's eyes widened in surprise. "You don't have a home? Where do you stay then?"
Michika looked down at the ground, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I've been living on my own for a while now. It's nothing worth mentioning."
Aimi's heart sank at his words, and she couldn't bear the thought of Michika being alone. "You shouldn't have to go through that. If you need a place to stay, my house is always open. My mom wouldn't mind."
Michika's eyes flickered with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to impose on anyone."
Aimi reached out and gently placed her hand on Michika's arm. "It's not an imposition at all. Besides, it would give us a chance to get to know each other better. Please consider it."
Michika's expression softened, and he nodded. "Thank you, Aimi. I'll think about it."
With that, they said their goodbyes, and Aimi watched as Michika walked away into the night. She couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to Michika than meets the eye. His mysterious aura intrigued her, fueling her desire to uncover the secrets he held.
Days turned into weeks, and Aimi and Michika grew closer. Aimi invited Michika to stay at her house, and her mother welcomed him with open arms. Despite his reserved nature, Michika slowly started opening up to Aimi, sharing snippets of his past and his struggles. Aimi listened attentively, providing him a safe space to express himself.
As their bond deepened, Aimi couldn't help but be drawn to Michika's enigmatic presence. There was an unspoken connection between them, as if they were two souls destined to meet.
One evening, as Aimi and Michika were sitting under the starry sky in Aimi's backyard, Aimi mustered the courage to ask a question that had been weighing on her mind.
"Michika, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. In my dream... I saw you with glowing red eyes. It was a bit unsettling. Do you know anything about it?"
Michika's eyes widened, and he looked taken aback by her question. He glanced up at the moon, a pensive expression crossing his face.
"Aimi, that dream... it might hold a deeper meaning," Michika began cautiously. "You see, I am not like ordinary people. I am... a vampire."
Aimi's heart skipped a beat at his revelation. Vampires, mythical creatures she had only read about in books and heard in stories, were suddenly a part of her reality. She looked at Michika, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"A vampire? That's... unbelievable. How is that possible?"
Michika sighed and took a deep breath. "I was born as a vampire. It's in my blood, passed down through generations. But there's something you need to know, Aimi..