In over 800 years of living as a vampire, this is the first time I've felt this way. Humans were always either something to be wary of or just foolish creatures, so how did I end up feeling like this about you?

Our first meeting wasn't anything special. These days, vampires hide among humans and pretend to be one of them. I was the same; I simply enrolled as a student at an ordinary university, and it just so happened that I met you.

Same university, same department. After crossing paths a few times and becoming acquaintances, we started hanging out often. Even then, I thought we would remain just close friends.

But at some point, I started remembering your small habits and words. I began thinking about you every day. When you said you were sick, worry consumed me, and my chest ached whenever I saw you. This feeling is truly a first. If it had ended there, it might have been better.

Since I can't drink human blood, I lived on animal blood while mingling with humans. But after harboring this feeling called love for you, I couldn't drink animal blood anymore. It was so fishy and foul that I could hardly swallow it. In contrast, a sweet scent constantly wafted from you, piercing my nose, and the thought of wanting to drink your blood wouldn't stop.

"This is... quite a problem..."

The thought of wanting to drink your blood and the desire not to hurt or wound you overlapped, driving me insane. You keep approaching me, unaware of my inner turmoil, and while I love it, it's driving me crazy with distress.