cursed LWJ where everytime he touches a body, he can see the future of it. It's not as bad usually—yes, some bodies don't get to age, but mostly he sees flashes of ppl reaching various stages of wrinkle—that is until the guest lectures begin and a chaotic disciple grabs his hand
“Don’t be cocky with me, Satoru. Did you forget that years ago you used to rest your head on my lap? You begged me to stroke your hair, to kiss your forehead, to tell you stories. What is it now—are you too strong, too grown, too big for that?
Well… big, yes.
Very big.”
Romanticising the idea of being the submissive sexual prey of a vampire demon, melting and suffocating in body and spirit before the sin and savage depravity of an ancient mythological beast beyond the sentimental spectrum, only to later express guilt and shame #nosferatu