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Touka realizes the gravity of her mistake, but it's already too late. She should've had better self control. When you knocked on the door to her room only an hour ago, bags under your eyes, and just looking miserable in general -- she couldn't find it within herself to say no. Reason being that it isn't hard to tell that sleep comes to you scarcely. You've almost dropped more plates than Roma herself due to your lack of rest. Which, of course, prompts Touka to scold you relentlessly. A sigh leaves said girls lips, as she pulls her bedsheets closer to her. Even with the lights turned off, the room being the perfect temperature, and a perso

"We need to leave soon." It's not like she doesn't know. Tuffs of chocolate-colored hair blow against her skin; she makes no effort to stop it from happening. Roseate lips curl into a knowing smile. You're unsure whether or not said smile is geniuine. "I know," she breathes, cupping your face with her right palm. "Are you ready?" You purse your lips, "I guess I am." "And yet..." Hinami, expression still remaining serene, awaits you to finish. Yet your tongue remains unmoving, mouth feeling the equivalent of a desert. "I don't want to go." It's a childish ambition, that you're aware of. So is she. When you both joined Aogiri, it wasn't

Kaneki couldn't free himself from the nostalgia that swirled around him. There was an ever constant blowing of the wind. Kaneki's smoky eyes close for a brief moment, and he inhales. It's been a while since he has seen the 20th ward. It was the longest he had ever departed from it, if he thought about it. Kaneki sensed no indication of a presence around him. With the faint hammering of his heart, he gripped the railing in front of him. Why was he here? That was a question he knew the answer to - but despite that, pretended like he didn't. He wished more than anything to remain ignorant of the churning in his gut, the fluttering of his heart

Touka could never find herself understanding the mindset a certain someone carried. The way they managed to weave their stubborn self into her life, never taking the exit; and she was left unable to weed them out. She tried a wide variety of things. From her venomous words that she spat at them, to ignoring them, even to the point she yelled she never wanted to see them again - they were insistent on being by her side. Why in the world where they so complicated? And dumb at that? She, a rather intelligent individual, didn't comprehend it. What was it that they saw in her that drew them like a moth to light? She figured it couldn't hurt to as

"[Name], hurry up!" "Oh, sorry, Touka!" You called to your friend. "What took you so long?" Touka complained when you stepped out of your room after changing. "I couldn't find something to wear. You know me." You gave her a soft smile. Touka couldn't resist it when you were so sweet to her like that. She hated it. She felt a blush creep upon her face, and you giggled upon seeing her pink face. "Touka-chan~" you chirped. "D-don't c-call me t-that," Touka stuttered. You put a hand on her face and said, "So pretty, yet you say otherwise. Shame." Touka looked at you with wide eyes. "I-I'm not pretty!" You giggled again and dropped your ha

"I don't get it. This is dumb." These words provoke yet another groan to leave your lips. You weren't certain as to why Ayato insists on learning how to write a haiku, but whenever you'd ask, he'd blow you off. "Let's call it a day then, shall we?" you suggest, your patience with the young ghoul wearing thin. Ayato jerks an eyebrow, and expresses his disdain with a click of the tongue. He shakes his head, his hair somehow managing to get even messier from the action. "No," he disagrees. "I need to learn this." For what feels like the millionth time today, you ask, "Why? If you don't like haikus so much, why are you so adamant on learning?

He was watching you. The day you first met him, the day you first met his dark brown orbs that were full of life, the day he smiled at you as if he was that happy to see you. You never knew it but, he was always looking at you with love filled eyes even before you met him. He was just too shy to confess to you. Yes, it may be out of his character to be timid but, seeing you smile makes his heart skip a beat. And so after weeks of just staring at you from afar, he finally had the courage to introduce himself. "Yo, my name is Hideyoshi Nagachika. But you can call me Hide. Nice to meet you!" He genuinely smiled. He was watching you. The wa

            Laying low wasn’t too hard for someone like you. As a student at Kamii, you were active in student orgs and academics. You were quite a magnet for friends and good conversation; if anyone wanted to cheer up, they’d go to you.            You weren’t as close to Hide as Kaneki for the sole reason that you didn’t get along well with the latter’s shyness. Unlike Hide, who respected Kaneki’s boundaries, you pushed things to the limit, and for some reason you knew your presence pushed Kaneki’s to borderline insanity, so you backed off. All the same, you were close to the blond, and you sought

You were sitting in Anteiku Café with Hide. The boy you love, but never can find the courage to tell him. You watched as Hide watched the TV, the news was on. “Hide, don’t those stories disturb you?” You asked looking to the side. “Huh? Why don’t you eat something, (Y/N)?” Hide asked, waving towards the waitress. He had ordered you a sandwich and a small coffee. For himself, he ordered a cappuccino, extra sweetened with whipped cream on top. “You don’t order that often…” You said. “Yeah, just in the mood for it today.” Hide said, relaxing his hands behind his head. &