[ there are a lot of manga, as it turns out, about vampires, but none of them really resemble seba natsuki. there are a lot of regular books about vampires too, but the same can be said of all of those. and then there's the movies. despite all his diligent research, shin still feels like he's ill-equipped to help except in the most obvious way. and anyway he knows so little.
here is that 'little' he knows:
both natsuki and mafuyu are vampires. it's not so extreme they "can't" go out in daylight unlike more common lore, but it's not the best for them and yes, they do subsist off of blood. natsuki has some kind of seal with the hospital and for different reasons both he and mafuyu prefer it this way -- natsuki who can't be bothered despite needing it to LIVE and mafuyu who's as particular about his blood as his hand sanitizer (Read: very.) he knows it doesn't taste the best, from glimmers of one seba's thoughts or the other's, (though shin finds their minds harder to gauge than others, maybe a vampire thing too?) and mafuyu did tell him once drinking from someone is supposed to be better (to follow it up with: too bad people are gross. shin laughed and nodded.)
coming over so much, he has at least has noticed what kinds of hand sanitizer, masks, and other things that mafuyu likes best. he tries to make sure to bring extra whenever he ends up visiting the seba apartment, or even if he's just meeting up with natsuki to be a certified guinea pig since his resilience is pretty good.
today's a day like the former except shin gets a bit held up. two-bit mercenaries aren't usually a problem, but shin stayed up all night steamrolling through the new series he got his hands on (and adding to his checklists of things he daydreams about experiencing SECRETLY ok), and also maybe, lately, whenever he visits natsuki, he feels a little...well. who knows. warm? or something! whatever! it's distracting, is the thing, has shin double-checking himself in the mirror before he leaves even though he supposes natsuki doesn't really look at him but well maybe he wants to look good in general. yeah! no big deal. uselessly messing with his hair ends up being even more pointless today of course.
does he still show up to their apartment like this is the thing...crap.
standing outside their door, shin rethinks it, tapping out a text even though he's right here, looking like a car hit him, the shirt under his now ripped hoodie (sad, it was one of his favorites...super oversized and super soft) sticks to his skin where someone's knife got the better of him. ]
[ how does shin break into the seba apartment? he doesn't. at some point he received a spare key. this is convenient to misuse at such important times as this, a thing he has prepared for most rigorously in the weeks leading up between working at the convenience store and also taking care of random ne'er do wells here and there. training was tough, but he was consistent and he couldn't have asked for a better advisor.
aoi-san didn't laugh at him once, and now, armed in a kitchen that's not his own nor the sakamotos', shin is...pretty pleased with himself. he made the whipped cream beforehand, not wanting to risk it, carried it over in a huge icebox and then transferred it to the seba fridge which, to shin's distress, has more MONSTERs than real food. and is that just straight up black iced coffee? his nose wrinkled but he neatly moved these atrocities to the side and put the glassware of whipped cream in. then he prepared the other things: a generous glassware of strawberries, more than would normally be necessary. he just knows natsuki is fond of the strawberry and cream crepe. but he also eats those abominations with Everything on them. which is why shin has a myriad of other fruits, a couple condiment dispenses (condensed milk syrup, choco syrup, strawberry syrup in case natsuki hasn't reached peak strawberry level yet), and still other things. crushed oreos. mini choco chips. sprinkles just because birthday.
he's very prepared, pouring the batter for the first crepe.
but he's still nervous.
not with the cooking, which now he's got down pat, though he just wants to test the seba stove. all stoves are different, aoi-san had made sure to remind him and he finds this is true. he shifts the pan a little, tests a second and is more pleased with the outcome, a perfectly golden thin griddle of a crepe.
no it's not the cooking.
it's. well.
shin can't remember the last time he cared about a birthday so much. that this is the best he could think of feels...well it definitely feels like not enough. and maybe natsuki will laugh at him or worse have no reaction at all. or...? it would be nice though, if he liked it. even a little. if he didn't hate it.
pleased at least with his stove test, shin turns it off for now, head bowed briefly in a way that better shows the fresh bandage on his nape. there's a few on his right and left forearms. and as he then turns to shuffle to the 'toppings' section he made on the adjacent counter, he mutters, with a soft laugh, ]
What am I even doing?
[ it shows how in his own head he is that even if a certain someone approaches, shin won't notice at first nor hear his thoughts. ]
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here is that 'little' he knows:
both natsuki and mafuyu are vampires. it's not so extreme they "can't" go out in daylight unlike more common lore, but it's not the best for them and yes, they do subsist off of blood. natsuki has some kind of seal with the hospital and for different reasons both he and mafuyu prefer it this way -- natsuki who can't be bothered despite needing it to LIVE and mafuyu who's as particular about his blood as his hand sanitizer (Read: very.) he knows it doesn't taste the best, from glimmers of one seba's thoughts or the other's, (though shin finds their minds harder to gauge than others, maybe a vampire thing too?) and mafuyu did tell him once drinking from someone is supposed to be better (to follow it up with: too bad people are gross. shin laughed and nodded.)
coming over so much, he has at least has noticed what kinds of hand sanitizer, masks, and other things that mafuyu likes best. he tries to make sure to bring extra whenever he ends up visiting the seba apartment, or even if he's just meeting up with natsuki to be a certified guinea pig since his resilience is pretty good.
today's a day like the former except shin gets a bit held up. two-bit mercenaries aren't usually a problem, but shin stayed up all night steamrolling through the new series he got his hands on (and adding to his checklists of things he daydreams about experiencing SECRETLY ok), and also maybe, lately, whenever he visits natsuki, he feels a little...well. who knows. warm? or something! whatever! it's distracting, is the thing, has shin double-checking himself in the mirror before he leaves even though he supposes natsuki doesn't really look at him but well maybe he wants to look good in general. yeah! no big deal. uselessly messing with his hair ends up being even more pointless today of course.
does he still show up to their apartment like this is the thing...crap.
standing outside their door, shin rethinks it, tapping out a text even though he's right here, looking like a car hit him, the shirt under his now ripped hoodie (sad, it was one of his favorites...super oversized and super soft) sticks to his skin where someone's knife got the better of him. ]
something came up
raincheck
tomorrow maybe?
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happy birthday loser who shin loves a Lot
aoi-san didn't laugh at him once, and now, armed in a kitchen that's not his own nor the sakamotos', shin is...pretty pleased with himself. he made the whipped cream beforehand, not wanting to risk it, carried it over in a huge icebox and then transferred it to the seba fridge which, to shin's distress, has more MONSTERs than real food. and is that just straight up black iced coffee? his nose wrinkled but he neatly moved these atrocities to the side and put the glassware of whipped cream in. then he prepared the other things: a generous glassware of strawberries, more than would normally be necessary. he just knows natsuki is fond of the strawberry and cream crepe. but he also eats those abominations with Everything on them. which is why shin has a myriad of other fruits, a couple condiment dispenses (condensed milk syrup, choco syrup, strawberry syrup in case natsuki hasn't reached peak strawberry level yet), and still other things. crushed oreos. mini choco chips. sprinkles just because birthday.
he's very prepared, pouring the batter for the first crepe.
but he's still nervous.
not with the cooking, which now he's got down pat, though he just wants to test the seba stove. all stoves are different, aoi-san had made sure to remind him and he finds this is true. he shifts the pan a little, tests a second and is more pleased with the outcome, a perfectly golden thin griddle of a crepe.
no it's not the cooking.
it's. well.
shin can't remember the last time he cared about a birthday so much. that this is the best he could think of feels...well it definitely feels like not enough. and maybe natsuki will laugh at him or worse have no reaction at all. or...? it would be nice though, if he liked it. even a little. if he didn't hate it.
pleased at least with his stove test, shin turns it off for now, head bowed briefly in a way that better shows the fresh bandage on his nape. there's a few on his right and left forearms. and as he then turns to shuffle to the 'toppings' section he made on the adjacent counter, he mutters, with a soft laugh, ]
What am I even doing?
[ it shows how in his own head he is that even if a certain someone approaches, shin won't notice at first nor hear his thoughts. ]
clutches my chest
it's a good thing he loves you seba natsuki
he doesn't deserve shin
shin would argue otherwise! ^_^