Go Home. (open, ask first)

He shouldn’t make assumptions. He shouldn’t make assumptions. Ozaki chanted in his head. Not everyone had his weird ass daddy issues. He shouldn’t be imposing his own mess on other people. But he was still getting that feeling from her, hearing about how her father had never picked her up. He hadn’t even picked up a phone call from the hospital. It could have been serious. Nyx could have been hurt.

And he just lay there on the ground useless. In the end it had been her and that nekogama who had protected him. That was supposed to be what he should do.

When Esialeth said that there was nothing she could do for his hunger an ugly, intrusive thought, whispered in his mind. You smell human. I can think of one way you can help.

He paled further at his predatory thoughts. Oh god that was a terrible thing to call them. Even if he meant it in the literal way and not the… Awful way. Sometimes he couldn’t help but hate what his instincts goaded him to do. Usually it wasn’t a problem. But this wasn’t a usual situation. “I just need a bit of blood is all.” He said, deliberately not making eye contact with the woman. “I mean. From the Cafeteria. I’m not saying anything towards you. I’m just saying I’m hungry. But no pressure.” He laughed nervously as he tried to pull himself off of the ground.

Why the hell couldn’t he keep his damn mouth shut?

Looking at the scene, Nyx tried to figure out while it seemed as if Yuuki was partly ignoring her as she spoke. That woman, for some reason Yuuki was afraid again and that woman was the only thing different. How dare she, quickly the devils brain developed dozens of very violent scenarios that ended with that creature broken into several dolled up pieces all over the floor. Shaking her head visibly, she recognized this as one of the signs the doctor had warned her about, over response to stimuli she would otherwise not even truly take note of. Quickly, Nyx had the blood bag from earlier back out and was sipping on the top of it again, eyes going half lidded again after a few moments, though her wings still appeared rigid. 

"That still takes energy, which he really doesn't have. Actually, I'm surprised you're here today Mr.Ozaki, I swear they told you that you could afford to take a few days off." of course, they told her the exact same thing, in fact they advised that she remain home for maybe a week or more, but she didn't have any way home, nor did she any longer have a way to get into the complex, her security pass had burned when she protected him. She was getting tired of this woman, thus extended one of her large wings to block the other girls sight of Yuuki as if it was an accident. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Though you really should go home and kick back with a few packs to keep you healing steadily, Mr.Ozaki." truly that was the best way for someone injured as he was to heal, but maybe he was stubborn as she was about wanting to pretend nothing happened the night before. "I'm  shocked you even lasted part of the day with how bad the initial injures were." she made the comment as she sat down next to him, placing one wing above his head to fit better. 

Every word she said, entirely neglected the fact she had nearly gotten her arm cut off. 

He hated how much like a kid he felt right now under Esi’s gaze. He wasn’t a kid. He was a man. But as weak as he was right now, it was hard not to feel like that. Ozaki gasped in humiliating eagerness in seeing the blood packets suddenly in her hands. And almost whined when she threatened to take them back. Almost. He had more control than that. Barely. The pained look was clear in his face though.

But the comment about breaking his fangs on her neck left him flustered. “N-no madame. I don’t bite people. I have needles for that.” He really meant it when he said he wasn’t trying to pressure her. What he’d said before had just slipped out. He felt embarrassed for saying anything at all.

Then the packet was thrown and he moved to catch it, but was intercepted by Nyx first. Thank god. And also scolded for trying to ask about the blood. He gave a bit of a half laugh at that. Right. Of course… But he’d still ask again later when they weren’t in this scenario. Explaining it more why it might be good for him to have such a cocktail for her. So she didn’t have to pay the insanely high premium hospitals put on them.

But later. Right now she was offering him that blood packet, and he needed that right now.

He took the packet, looking at his own label. Type AB huh? That could work of course, but it’d be better if it matched his own blood type. That’d be the best way to expend the least amount of energy in processing it.

His talent wasn’t a flashy one when it activated, but for those attuned to sensing magic they could tell that something had been done. But perhaps not what- which was that he had changed the blood type to Type O negative. It was spending energy he didn’t have an over abundance of, but it was worth it to make it easier to digest. Ozaki focused on drinking it as quickly as he could, focusing solely on that rather than say something else that might come out wrong and humiliate him again.

There was something else now that was stilling his tongue. He wasn't sure what to say in the wave of all this stuff coming from Nyx. Until recently he hadn't really spoken much with students. He'd stuck with his job in Inventory, done his hunting at night for Students. And had wished all along that he might have purpose in his life. It was why he had strove to have something like the PMS spokesperson position in the first place. What had driven him to talk more to the students of this school. And here he was hearing that the job he had thought was menial, actually had importance. He was seeing and hearing the gratitude of one of the students first hand. And honestly he wasn't sure how to handle all this positivity being flung at him right now. Ozaki was a little overwhelmed. 

It was one thing to know you were making sure people didn't starve, to know the numbers. It was another to hear someone actually thanking you for it. You didn't get that much if you always stayed either in the shadows or just back in the inventory warehouse. He was getting too overly emotional at this. He'd known... He'd just never really felt like he was making a difference. But here it was. Oh god. Ozaki rubbed at his eyes, not wanting him to cry from sheer joy here. It'd be unmanly.