Time always flew by when she was working on sculptures. Moira got so engrossed in the process that she forgot about everything else, and today, that meant staying much longer in the art studio than she meant to. The sun was already setting and if she stayed any later, she'd have to walk home in the dark. However, the girl didn't even notice the darkening sky outside as she was too transfixed on trying to capture those fangs she saw just right. Honestly, she didn't know if what she saw was a trick of the light, but there were so many things about Professor Sato that did not seem natural. Heck, if her occult job taught her anything, it was that this art professor reeked of something not human.
Just as she began refining the edges of the teeth she had formed on the sculpture's face with a tool, the door to the studio opened with a loud sound, causing Moira to yelp and accidentally cut the pad of her finger with the carving knife she had in her hand. Blood quickly trickled down her finger, and she dropped the tool to bring her finger to her lips. Surely some saliva would be enough to soothe—wait, she had clay on her hands. That wasn't a viable method right now.
Her heart rate spiking from the injury, Moira looked up to see who had startled her. Ah, it was the very professor she was thinking about. And... to be caught literally sculpting his visage was very awkward.
❝ I-It's not what you think... ❞ she began to explain, stammering her words as heat rose to her cheeks, dusting them in a faint red hue.
God, what a horrible time and place to be caught in.
[Michi/Moira; @aeviterncl]
@aeviterncl / unprompted.
Michi was often the last to leave his department at night, usually choosing to stay late to do his work rather than force his way through sunny mornings any sooner than just in the nic of time to teach his AM classes. He was by far the professor with the heaviest afternoon schedule, other professors preferring to teach as early as possible to leave as soon as they can manage.
Not only did Michi function better the farther into the day it got, his room stayed cool with curtains drawn - often using the outside as a distraction when questioned why the blinds in his room were always drawn. He liked being around after classes, keeping an idea on the studio rooms and working quietly in his own classroom so he could be there until the last student left.
Then he rewarded himself often with his host.
He let out a low sigh as he finished up on this particular evening, the classroom around him darker than he realized - probably he should have turned on a light. Passerbys would probably question his willingness to sit in the dark, the simple fact might even raise suspicions with...no one in particular.
It was fine, Michi was almost sure he was alone. At least in this section of the department. That sureness fell away as he made his way to double check the classroom studios for students that truly had no business still being here. He could hear her heartbeat almost instantly, his hand resting just momentarily before he opened the door and took in the sight in front of him.
Blood.
He startled her and she fucking cut herself. Michi didn't even register what Moira was actually working on as he clasped his lips tightly shut without a word. Eyes transfixed on the blood dripping down her finger as she brought it to her lips with a tortured expression on his face.
His lips finally parting in pain, fangs that he'd readily deny at a later date popping out as he reached out for his students hand. It was like he was having an out of body experience, not being able to stop himself from bringing that blooded finger closer to his mouth - praying to whatever greater being would listen that she couldn't see his eyes change color in the dim studio.
