Esper

A psychic? A mindreader?

"You're not a F.A.I.R.Y." She brought her hand to cover her mouth, letting out a haughty laugh. "The Goddess in her infinite wisdom figured you'd need some extra incentive to keep you from returning to your habitual hikikomori ways. She made you an emotivore. Imagine a Succubus - although I'd prefer think of you as a pathetic and lowly imp."

"So I need to suck souls to survive?"

"EM-O-TI-ONS!" Slowly enunciating the word for emphasis. "Eating souls would mess with the reincarnation cycle." Pouting, sounding annoyed at the mere suggestion. "No, your mutation primarily lets you manipulate and sense emotions. Occasionally eat them. Heh, standing in front of a large crowd, dancing and singing on stage, should be orgasmic."

Everything made a twisted sort of sense. Hadn't figured how to feed yet, but so far all that your stomach was hungering for was breakfast. You needed some time to process this and tell Kuromiya since she'd likely be your source of food. Something strangely intimate about relying on another person in that way.

Grabbing a handful of clean clothes, you exited into the dimmed and empty living room then to the shower. No use over thinking it yet.