**Chapter 2: The New Student**

The transition to a new school was always daunting, but for Yuko, it had been a few years since he'd started at this particular high school. He had grown accustomed to the routine, the teachers, and the students. However, on this particular day, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach as he walked into his first-period class. The reason for his apprehension was not the upcoming test or the project that was due, but rather the introduction of a new student. As he took his seat, a tall, handsome young man with piercing blue eyes and chiseled features walked into the room. His messy blonde hair and charming smile immediately caught Yuko's attention. The new student, Kiro, seemed to radiate an aura of confidence that was hard to ignore. Throughout the day, Yuko found himself stealing glances at Kiro, who was chatting with the teacher and introducing himself to the class. There was something about Kiro that drew Yuko in, something that made him feel... off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt a growing sense of unease as he watched Kiro interact with their classmates. As the day went on, Yuko tried to brush off the feeling, telling himself he was just being paranoid. But whenever he glanced at Kiro, he felt a flutter in his chest. It wasn't just Kiro's good looks that were affecting him; it was something deeper. During lunch, Yuko sat with his friends in the cafeteria, trying to engage in conversation. But his eyes kept drifting back to Kiro, who was sitting at a table nearby, eating his lunch alone. There was something about Kiro's solitude that drew Yuko in, something that made him want to approach him. As the lunch period came to a close, Yuko found himself walking towards Kiro's table, his feet seemingly moving of their own accord. "Hey, mind if I join you?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Kiro looked up, a hint of a smile on his face. "Not at all," he replied, his voice deep and smooth. Yuko sat down, feeling a sense of nervousness that he couldn't explain. As they started talking, he discovered that Kiro was easy to talk to, sharing stories and laughter like they were old friends. But as the conversation went on, Yuko began to feel a strange sensation building up inside him. It was a tingling in his veins, a growing sense of hunger that he couldn't quite explain. He tried to brush it off, telling himself he was just hungry, but deep down, he knew it was something more. As they parted ways, Yuko couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't imagine. He felt a growing connection to Kiro, one that went beyond mere friendship. As he walked home from school, Yuko couldn't help but wonder what was happening to him. He felt like he was losing control, like his demonic side was slowly creeping to the surface. His parents, sensing his unease, asked him about his day as they sat down for dinner. Yuko tried to brush it off, not wanting to worry them. But as he looked into their concerned eyes, he knew he couldn't keep it inside for long. "Mom, Dad, I think I met someone today," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His parents exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions serious. "What about him?" his mother asked, her voice gentle. Yuko hesitated, unsure of how to explain the connection he felt with Kiro. "I don't know, it's just... I feel drawn to him, I guess." His father's expression turned stern. "Yuko, you know the rules. We don't drink human blood, and we don't attack them. You need to be careful." Yuko nodded, feeling a sense of frustration. He knew his parents were just trying to protect him, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to take a dramatic turn. As they finished dinner, Yuko couldn't help but wonder what the future held. He felt like he was standing at a crossroads, with his demonic side pulling him one way and his human side pulling him the other. Little did he know, his encounter with Kiro was just the beginning of a journey that would change him forever.