Vampire Roommate

First Night with Roomie

    “H-Huh?” Sonnia blinked, quite alarmed at his sudden hostility of tone. Before she could put the cat down, he gently, yet abruptly took ahold of the kitten from her arms, causing his pale, cold fingers to brush against her own. 

She awkwardly fidgeted on the spot, as his violet eyes narrowed at her with a blank stare. The silent awkwardness was slowly suffocating her lungs like a pillow smashed against her nose. She couldn’t take it any longer, so she hastily lifted her arm up to him. 

"My name is Sonnia Flames,” she introduced shakily, feeling nervous, as she kept her hand towards him—genuinely expected him to shake it, but had no response. She cleared your throat, c****d a brow at him to make it obvious. “...I’ll be your roommate, and I hope we could get along.”

     “...Diego Ashton,” he replied softly, before he left her hanging and turned away. “...We’ll get along as long as you don’t touch my cat again.” 

     She gulped, as you sweat-dropped. “...oh, okay.”

She simply sighed, knowing that this wasn’t the type of roommate she had hope for. 

——

She began to unload her stuff, though the problem was that her roommate’s other things were placed on her bed. She really did not want to talk to him at all, after the reveal of his protective nature—when his cat was involved. She could either go up and talk to him about his items, or simply unload the items herself. She only had one option left—remove it herself. Her entire plan was to avoid speaking with him at all costs, since his menacing aura was simply not comfortable to be around. After all, she wanted—or more so needed—to get along with him, since she'll be living together with him. The least she could do now is to hopefully make him forget what just happened by doing the best she know how—keeping silent, not to touch his cat, and start afresh. 

After removing the items towards the left side of the room, she began to organize her items, placing her clothes to hang, and some folded under. It was near evening and her tummy notified her of its hunger with a rumble. 

She went into the washroom and once again, her face was nothing short of awe and mesmerized. She could remember her room back home, which would measure up to half the size of the amazingly structured washroom. Immaculate and modern, nothing less expected from the top university in the world. 

She dressed up from her outdoor clothing, and into her comfortable clothing of a white sleeves with shorts. She hummed your way out of the washroom, found that the purple-haired male was cleaning up the items she removed. He seemed preoccupied with it, silently organizing his things in place before glancing back at her with those ethereal, violet orbs of his. 

His eyes remained on her for a while, observing her new attire before he lazily returned to his items once again. 

     “...do you need some help?” she offered softly, hoping to earn his favour. 

     “...Nah, I’m good,” he replied, while kept his focus on his work. 

She frowned slightly, knowing it would be hard to get through this kind of guy. Before she could make another step, the little kitten came along and made her way towards him. She made meow sounds and circled around him once again, earning the attention of the purple-haired male.

She panicked on the spot, lips wobbling as she flickered her wrist up and down at the cat. 

     “Shoo...please go, kitten, shoo...!!” She pleaded, with a wave of nervousness taking over her body at the consciousness that the owner had a watchful, intentful gaze on her .

      ”Tch,” Diego scoffed, sounding as if he was concealing a little laughter. “...Don’t shoo her off, she likes you.”

      She chuckled nervously. “Ha-Ha...yeah, but you said not to touch her...”

He cleared his throat. “...Yes, but I never said she can’t touch you.” 

       “O-Oh,” was all she said, before she cleared your own throat, averting her eyes awkwardly elsewhere. “...But, that doesn’t seem fair...if she likes me and is doing all these things to me then...wouldn’t it be kind to reciprocate even a touch back?” 

      “……” he remained silent. His violet eyes narrowed with a sharp gaze onto her, as if she had said something wrong. As if she was being reprimanded unjustly. She stood frozen, armpits sweating as he began to step one foot after the other on the carpet floor towards her. 

      Her heart began to pound as he drew closer to your ear and whispered, “You don’t have a say to what belongs to me, got it?” 

       She swallowed anxiously, as she nodded with your lips pressed together. “...o-okay.” 

Before he retracted from her, she swore that he heard him make a small sniff. She panicked even more, realizing that she may smell bad—especially when she knew she hadn’t taken a bath since two days ago. 

He retracted away from her, crinkled his nose in slight disgust before he turned his head to the side with a slight tinge of red rising within his cheeks. 

      “...you smell different.” 

     “...Ha?” she blinked, unsure of whether or not it was a good thing. His words sounded as if he was disgusted, but a part of his expression was conflicted. “...do I smell bad?”

       He flickered his squinted eyes back at her. “Somewhere along those lines.” 

       “O-Oh, t-thanks for being honest,” she gulped with a nervous laugh. “...I’ll make sure to take a bath later.” 

       “...I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured, as he glanced down petted the cat in his arms. 

       “Oh...then what do you mean exactly?” she asked, quite hopeful. 

       “...it’s...” he inhaled sharply before he shook his head. “...it’s nothing.” 

He swiveled towards the opposite direction to make his way downstairs. She simply stood on the same spot, completely puzzled as she watched him make his way to sit on the sofa with his cat and turned the large screen television on. 

       “...Huh, weird,” she murmured under her breath, not realizing that the moment she said that, he turned to look at her with the usual sharp gaze. 

She held a breath, vowing to herself not to speak about him out loud. Hopefully he wouldn’t be able to read her mind by your expressions-at least she hoped he wasn't some mind reader. 

——

Sonnia swirled the large spoon around the pot, swishing the macaroni in the boiling hot water. She hummed your favourite tune as she tapped her right foot for some beats. Soon enough, the food was completed and began to take ahold of it and place it in a white ceramic plate. She poured some of the cheese flavour powder and began mixing in a slow, swishing manner.

As she was mixing, Diego entered in the kitchen with his cat, eyeing her and the food she was making with one glance, acknowledging your presence silently. Right before making his way to the corner—to where the cat tray food was laid.

She began forking some a set macaroni stuck together with gooey cheese and plopped it in her mouth. The flavour eased in her mouth as she chewed thoughtfully and sporadically. She was tempted to see him, so she succumb to her curious senses and let her eyes slowly wander to the corner. The realization struck her when he was feeding the kitten personally—instead of simply filling the tray. 

Her eyes slightly widened as she watched a side view of how relaxed his eyes were, as he fixated his violet orbs onto the cute creature...with a soft smile. There was no cold, menacing, hostile, or even passive look. It was the look that could melt your heart, as if he was looking at the most precious gem in the world. Maybe he does have a soft side in him. Oh, how she wished he would give an ounce of passive gentleness towards her.

The moment soon ended when he furrowed his brows and slowly glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, with an evident frown. He was back to his usual self towards her-cold, passive, and emotionless as before. 

She chewed her bottom lip before she glanced back into her own food and began to pop them into her mouth sporadically. While still feeling the hot, yet cold gaze from his fixated stare. She convinced herself within the secrecy of her own thoughts that maybe he didn't like the stares from others.

She wished he would stop staring at least, after all, it wasn't fair that she couldn't even last a few seconds to glance. Yet her wish was nothing but a shooting star. 

——

After she had eaten, she took ahold of her new set of garments, placed them in her arms before she stepped foot into the washroom. She plopped the clothing at one corner and placed the robe towel near the corner of the shower tube. 

She hopped right in, began to bask herself under the warm waterfall of liquid droplets skimming through her bare skin. 

     “Ahh...” Sonnia sighed in relief, “...nothing short of a better day than a nice, warm bath.”

Suddenly, the door began to open. Her heart dropped cold, not realizing that she had forgotten to lock the door. 

      “W-Wait! Don’t!” She yelled, reaching up her arm in protest against the transparent glass perimeter wall.

It was too late. He already went in.

She quickly turned her whole body to face the opposite direction, internally panicking at the fact that she was bare naked and exposed. 

      “...sorry,” he murmured as he made his way to the toilet. “...I really have to do it right now.”

Her face flushed beet red, nearly malfunctioning at the absurdity of his respect. It was definitely far fetched from the word alone, yet you couldn't imagine that this school even allowed a prick like him to enter in this school. He better be some sort of genius, to even let him study here. Myriads of thoughts roamed in your head as you hugged your body away from any disclosure.  

      ”CAN’T HE WAIT?!” She screamed in her head. “TCH, IT BETTER BE A LOT, AND WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE ONLY ONE WASHROOM ANYWAY?!”