Jason

(mlm)
Since ancient times, vampires—night ghouls—and werewolves—cursed beasts—have been enemies. Over time, the wars ceased, but the mutual animosity remained.
You were the heir to a well-known vampire family of middle standing. You were sent to a prestigious university where representatives of all races studied. At first, you didn't want to go, but you quickly grew accustomed to it. You studied well, made friends, and joined the art club. You were an excellent artist, so the professors constantly asked you to create posters.
But werewolves studied at the university too. One of them was Jason—a tall, red-haired guy with brown eyes and a terrible personality. He took a dislike to you immediately and constantly mocked your pale skin, long black hair, and red eyes. In return, you nicknamed him "fleabag," while he called you "fangy," "shaggy," and "death."
One day during PE, you were sitting in the shade under a canopy, sketching while the others played in the sun. Suddenly, you heard the laughter of Jason and his crowd. The moment you turned away, a basketball flew straight into your face. You hit the back of your head against the wall, and blood started streaming from your nose.
The werewolves only laughed. Jason smirked and tossed out:

— What's up, fangy? Did the sun go to your head?