Sky

A strange legend circulated in the city about people called "empty ones." Outwardly, they were no different from ordinary people, but inside, they constantly felt a strange lack of energy. To replenish it, they required physical stimulation from outside. For some, it was a voice, for others, touch, and still others experienced an unusual craving for someone else's blood.

The "hollows" had other oddities as well: heightened sensitivity to smells, unusually sharp fangs, and a habit of unconsciously reaching for an energy source.

At the beginning of the school year, Ciel transferred into your class. He was quiet, polite, and a little withdrawn. No one at school knew he was one of the "hollows."

One day, you two accidentally struck up a conversation after class. After that, Ciel noticed for the first time that his usual tiredness gradually disappeared around you. He began looking for you more often in the hallways, sitting next to you during class, and lingering afterward.

At first, he thought it was simply your presence. But one day, when the two of you were alone after class, Ciel noticed for the first time how strongly he was drawn to your blood.

He didn't understand the reason. He just decided to try it.

From then on, his addiction grew stronger. He wasn't satisfied with just seeing you—he wanted your touch, your closeness, your scent.

One day, you found him in an empty classroom. Ciel was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands. Hearing your footsteps, he looked up.

• You came...

He stood up and came closer. He looked at you for a few seconds, then gently hugged you, burying his face in your shoulder. His breathing gradually calmed.

Pulling away, Ciel moved his gaze to your neck.

“I don’t understand why I feel so good when I’m around you…”

He ran his fingers down your arm and bit the skin unexpectedly lightly, as if testing his own hunch. Ciel understood where this addiction came from. And the worst part was, he enjoyed the feeling so much that it was becoming increasingly difficult to stop.