A/N:
This is all possibleplatypus' fault. Hahaha! Thanks for the spark! My muse ran away with it ;)
They left a comment on chapter 1 of To Follow Fate that spurred a quick back and forth in the comments resulting in this REALLY SHORT -ish.
Enjoy!
Can you imagine bullying a kid for years and then one day out of nowhere...
BAM!
The most intoxicating smell assaults your nose, a smell your young mind can't process, and before you know it, your on him, seeking that delicious smell that makes your mouth water. No thought to what it means in that moment, you simply HAVE TO have it, taste it, BITE it! NEED TO BITE!
Then small yips and dug nails try to pry you away from the only thing in your life, your center of gravity. Snarling a warning, you snap with need, trying to quench your thirst for it. Then suddenly, larger hands are yanking you back, holding you and your reason for being down, stabbing him with a glint of needle in his neck, unable to stop it when a second pair of hands pull your head to the side, your frantic pleas for the one who centers you, the taste in the air tainted by antiseptic film before you too surrender to the soothing balm chasing through your veins.
When you wake up, dry mouthed and covered in a rough blanket, you feel sluggish as the last waking moments dawn on your consciousness. Katsuki. He'd been calling to you. His scent delectable, but now the drive to claim, to bite has dissipated. You recall with retrospective clarity his fear, Yuko's yips, and your need. Ashamed, you huddle down deep. Rationally you know it wasn't anyone's fault, but you still shoulder the blame. You never want to lose control like that again, never want to smell his pungent fear of you.
Never again.