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mossy-rot · 1 year ago

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The Smell of Rotting Gardenias

Cross-posted to AO3, my piece for @captain-astors for the tokyo ghoul pair up!

Drip, drip, drip.

Hide stared at the flowers before him, watching the dew slide off the petals, drop by drop.

Drip, drip, drip.

A ladybug crawled up the stem, slowly. His fingers raised to his face, brushing over the thick bandages with featherlight touch.

Drip, drip, drip.

Images of a damp, cold sewer came to mind. Blurred images of his feet on the concrete, of his hand on a man’s shoulder, of the drool that slid down lips and chin.

Drip, drip, drip.

The ladybug is caught by one of the drops, dragging it down, against its struggle. His fingers clench in the bandages.

Drip, drip, drip.

He remembers his words. He remembers hunger. He remembers pain.

Drip, drip.

A hand reaches into his vision, pale and slender, stopping the ladybug’s descent. It’s freed of its watery prison, now using tiny limbs to wipe away the liquid.

“Poor thing,” a voice murmurs, soft and raspy but not without a lilt that spoke of extravagance. They set the bug on top of the flower, a petal without dew, and watched it scurry away.

Hide lifts his head to see the owner of the voice, letting his eyes settle on him.

As expected from his hand, the man was slender- with a paled pallor to his skin that screamed of sickness, if the way his hospital-sanctioned clothes hung loose on his figure hadn’t said enough. Despite this, his hair- vibrant as a damn marker in its purple color- was still neatly combed, styled to perfection.

Strange, to be so well preened in a hospital courtyard. He felt- well, what was left of his mouth- twitch up into an amused smile.

He leaned over to his side of the stone bench, picking up his notepad. Scribbling a quick note onto the page, he tore it off, offering it up to the man.

The stranger startled at first, looking down at the paper with surprise, before reading the message.

“Save bugs here often?”

It’s a silly question, but he enjoys the way the man’s face crinkles with confusion.

“Oh, no, I’m..” His eyes wander, before he coughs into his fist. “I’m new here. This is my first day out in the courtyard.”

Hide’s eyebrows raise, and his pencil goes right back to the page.

He flips the notebook around, letting him read the message. “Welcome to the garden, I guess. It’s better than inside for sure. I’m Hide.” After he’s sure he read the note, he puts the book down and extends his hand.

“Oh- well, you’re certainly right about that.” He takes Hide’s hand in a gentle handshake. “My name is Shuu.”

Shuu gives a small smile that doesn’t reach the eyes, and sits beside Hide.

The silence they fell into couldn’t be described as comfortable, but he took what he could get. It beat someone trying to talk his ear off. The only noises present were the soft chirping of birds, the occasional bustle of people walking past, and the like.

Shuu barely so much as spared him a glance as they sat together, observing the ladybug he had rescued feast upon some stray aphids. Then again, Shuu didn’t seem to actually be looking at much- staring far past the meager garden, boring a hole into the flora with empty eyes.

As Hide expected, the man went just as he came; quietly, with little to say and the shuffle of someone only present by obligation.

Which is why when it happened a second time, Hide found himself intrigued.

Hide had developed what he liked to call a routine during his time in the hospital. The regular rounds of check-ups, bland meals every few hours, and his time out in the gardens- the only time he got to enjoy, to the best of his ability. The outside was, at bare minimum, free of sterile halls and the tired song of heart monitors.

To have a new addition to this routine was… interesting.

As the day before, he had huddled himself up on his usual spot- a cold, rough bench that got just enough sun to be tolerable- watching bugs skitter by.

He didn’t have time to get lost in his thoughts today, though, as by the time his mind began to wander into all those little dark corners, the space next to him was filled.

The glint of vibrant purple in the corner of his vision was enough to let him know who had taken the spot. It wasn’t unwelcome, really, just unexpected.

He wrote a quick note, sliding it over to the man. “Welcome back.”

Despite not glancing back over, he saw the hint of a smile in his peripheral vision.

Like the day before, they sat together in silence, observing the area around them, basking in the warm sunlight. He noticed that some of the plants had begun to wilt- the roses, maybe? He wasn’t sure what they were called.

He wondered if Shuu noticed, too.

Of course, he was still in the hospital. It was only a matter of time before they had to call him back into his little personal hell.

A woman, nice enough but surrounded by an aura of exhaustion that you felt bad simply by being there, walked up to him. “Alright, Hide. It’s time for your favorite part of the day,” she spoke, her words pressed through a sieve of corporate safe vocal inflections. He heaved a quiet sigh, near inaudible through the layers of gauze, as he lifted himself to his feet.

He didn’t acknowledge the soft ‘oh,’ of disappointment he heard, but he did manage to give a half-hearted wave as he was guided back into the building.

Check-ups went as they always did- poking and prodding here, a nasty jab of a needle there. At the very least, they didn’t make him look in the mirror this time.

By the time he manages to zone back in, the doctor seems to be on an entirely different subject. His facial reconstruction.

“We can’t guarantee the success of a voice box for you, but for the time being, it could be a good option. Then, you would be able to talk without the difficulty of your mouth in its current state.” The doctor said- what were they talking about before?- after handing him a stack of papers. He could assume they were.. some sort of waiver? He didn’t want to think about it right now.

He wasn’t allowed back outside that day. He could merely yearn for the spring chill from the confines of a room much colder than the free air, buzzing with fluorescent light.

He wondered if the news was right, about the Eye Patch ghoul being missing. About perhaps even being dead. He wondered if people would celebrate, if that was the case, or if people would move along with their day, as if nothing had changed.

He wondered if the ghoul missed him. He wondered if he thought about his taste, if he felt regret. He wondered if the pain was worth it. And as the night grew close, the sun dipping behind the horizon as it welcomed the stars, he touched his bandages with not an answer to speak of.

It happened again, again, again. But the seventh time it had happened, he was thankful.

Fresh air could only do so much, really. Not when you have all your secrets bundled up in a nice, tight rubber band ball, awaiting the one little slice that will make it go pop . It was a dangerous game, but it was one he didn’t mind playing.

Breaks were nice now and again, though.

As usual- a word which felt all too domestic- Shuu had saddled up next to Hide. With a glance, he could tell that something had changed. Gone were his hospital clothes, now replaced with a colorful cardigan and white dress pants, a white button down underneath. They still refused to fit right.

It wasn’t until one of the cracked, browned petals fell off did Shuu speak.

“They didn’t water it enough.” Was the statement, one utterly bizarre to have unprompted. Hide stared at him, meeting his eyes. He didn’t hold the contact for long.

“The soil needs to be damp all the time. Look at that,” He motioned toward the flowerbed, to the dry dirt beneath the plants. “They really should take better care of their gardens. Hell, I could do it- pardon my language, but honestly. What good are dead gardenias?”

It was the most he had ever heard the man speak in the few days he’s known him, and it made a terrible swirl of joy in his chest.

A dry, cracked noise that vaguely resembled a laugh escaped his throat. Picking up his notepad, he scribbled a note.

“Strong opinions on the flowers, huh?”

Shuu turned, surprised, as if he thought he had been talking to himself the whole time. He cleared his throat, messing with a thread on his pants. “Of course. Anyone who’s spent even a minute taking care of plants would know that.” He said, like it was common knowledge.

Hide slid him another note. “You seem to be really into this. Do you garden?”

He figured it was a dumb question, but found that he was more surprised than anything when Shuu shook his head. “It was never my job, but oh, we did have such a lovely garden in my younger years. I spent hours out there, learning all the meanings of the flowers..” His eyes looked to be a bit unfocused, a contented smile on his face at the memory.

“I still remember most of them. The white gardenia, for example,” Hide watched him lean forward, to gently cradle one of the flowers between his fingers. “means purity, peace and harmony. It makes sense, doesn’t it? With how soft the petals are and how sweet the scent is.”

It was as if the mere sight of a dying plant was enough to break the floodgates, like he had been waiting to spill all his plant-based knowledge onto Hide from the moment they had met.

He couldn’t say that he minded, though.

But it appeared that Shuu had forgotten Hide’s condition, so being met with silence made him pause, shifting awkwardly as he fell quiet. Hide picked up his notepad again, hesitantly writing his next words, before sliding the book to Shuu. “Tell me more?”

And just like that, the light had flickered on again, and Shuu began another ramble. For once in this awful place, he could forget the night’s approach, to be lost in flower meanings and floral history.

But, as it always did, the time to return to their rooms arrived. Opting to do this before needing to be retrieved by a nurse, Hide stood, making a gesture for Shuu to follow.

With great hesitance, he did.

The first few steps were fine, taken in casual stride without a hint of difficulty.

The next, Hide was watching Shuu’s knees buckle beneath him as he began his descent to the ground. For both of their sake, he was glad he was fast- able to frantically throw his arms around the man before he met the cement.

He was heavy in his arms, of course, but he could still feel the harsh press of bones against him, somehow could feel the lack of weight more than anything else. Something in his stomach twisted as he watched Shuu’s expression, his eyes wide, sliding slowly from one thing to another, his mouth dropped slightly open.

Sounds, sorry attempts at jumbled words, crawled from his throat in a horrific manner that drew Shuu back to reality.

“Oh.” He murmured, his grip becoming tight on his arms. “I.. I’m sorry. I felt fine, I swear, I..” He trailed off, attempting to get his legs to work underneath him. “I suppose I really should be going back to my room now.”

Hide wasn’t able to say anything as a nurse trotted over, panicked, and stole Shuu from his arms. He couldn’t say anything when Shuu stared back at him, eyes apologetic.

He didn’t see Shuu for a few days after that.

Despite waiting at their spot- did people start avoiding this bench now? It seemed like it- there was never any show of the man, nor did he ever encounter him in the white hallways of the hospital.

When Shuu finally did reappear, he was back in his hospital attire, his face gaunt, but with a new addition: a wheelchair.

“They didn’t want me having another incident,” He said before Hide could so much as pick up his pen, a quiet venom in his voice. “It’s like they think I can’t do anything. I’ve been getting out here just fine, haven’t I?”

Hide furrowed his brow. He hadn’t expected him to be so… biting, after what happened.

While Shuu marinated in his pout, Hide rolled his pen between his fingers. He was curious, but was it insensitive to ask?

Taking the plunge, he wrote his question and slid it to him. “Why are you here? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Shuu’s eyes widened, his lips pressing into a thin line. Hide heard him swallow.

“I.. lost someone, and.. my body doesn’t take well to my grief.” He turned away, unable to see the ache in Hide’s eyes. “I’d rather not discuss.” His tone held something more, locked away under layer after layer. It felt familiar in a way that made Hide’s stomach twist in knots.

They spent the rest of the visit in silence, and Hide yearned for words of flowers.

Days trickle down, turning to weeks. It takes a few days for Shuu to start speaking properly again, to which Hide could assume his depression had swallowed him up once more.

It was a rainy day when they did begin to talk again, cooped up in the cafeteria.

Hide tapped away on an empty pudding cup, feeling the cool air conditioning against his exposed neck and mouth. It was quite a bit after lunch, so thankfully the room remained mostly empty- with the exception of the two of them.

Raindrops streamed down the windows in uneven paths, pooling at the concrete sill. Shuu’s reflection was obscured and distorted beside his.

He turned his head to glance at the man, feeling his hair brush his shoulder- damn his hair for growing so fast. He knew that the dye was fading at this point, but only now did he consider the fact that they probably wouldn’t let him redye it until after his-

His surgery. His real surgery was approaching. His stomach did a flip just considering it. Suddenly, hair dye didn’t matter so much. He rubbed a lock of it between his fingers, hoping to will away the swirling anxiety. What did push away the anxiety wasn’t his own actions, however.

It was the touch of Shuu’s hand, brushing unruly bangs from his face.

In an instant, his vision snapped up, eyes wide. Shuu wasn’t looking at his face- just a bit above, at the dark roots of his hair.

“Health and hope,” He mumbled under his breath, before drawing his hand back. Hide tilted his head, brow furrowed. Blinking, Shuu’s actions seemed to have caught up with him. “Ah- that’s- pardon me.” Shying away, he rested his hands on his lap. “Your hair reminds me of a sunflower, is all.”

A page landed on Shuu’s hands. “Is that what they mean? Health and hope?”

Nodding, he looked back up. “They also mean resilience, and good luck. It’s.. fitting, to you, I think.”

Hide blinked, staring at Shuu with confusion. “With your injury, I mean, it- it’s not something people live through every day.” He absentmindedly touched his face, as if he thought his skin had changed to match Hide’s. “That, and, well.. It’s been nice, the past weeks. You’ve made it bearable.”

Oh.

Something in Hide’s chest stirred. Something familiar, too familiar to the point it made him ill.

He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a dry laugh as he wrote a quick ‘thank you’ on his notebook. He hoped that the terror didn’t show on his face.

But it seemed not to, as Shuu turned his attention back to the window, watching the lighting crash in the distance.

The thought of… this , made his head spin. It was brand new, an uncharted, messy situation that could go wrong in any number of ways. But it hadn’t- not yet anyway.

The one comfort he could take was that it couldn’t possibly end any worse than Kaneki.

And so, swallowing back the fear, he pressed his pen to the page, his anxieties pouring out into the cheap ink.

“You remind me of a morning glory.”

The words baffled Shuu, if his expression was anything to go off of. “How so?” He asked, tilting his head, bangs falling around his face.

“They do that thing where they close up until the sun comes out. You kinda do that. You’re all quiet and closed off until you get to talk about something you like, and then you’re the most charismatic guy in the world.”

He scribbled down an additional note at the bottom, in smaller text.

“And they’re purple.”

He watched as Shuu’s eyes lit up in a new array of emotions, before they crinkled as he began to laugh, a wide smile breaching his face.

It was so full of utter joy , joy Hide hadn’t gotten to witness up until now, that his whole being ached with the need to see him smile again. Not that he was going to acknowledge that at this moment. For now, he joined Shuu in his glee, laughing lightly.

After a moment, the man cooled down from his fit, wiping a tear from his eye. “Oh, oh Hide, mon chéri. You’re a delight, and more right than you could ever know.”

The words were vague, but Hide couldn’t be bothered to care right now.

Their conversations carried on, day after day, but it felt different. Like he had unlocked a new level to Shuu’s personality, after wading through the sickly depression that wracked him.

Not to say that there weren’t days like that, of course. There were some where Hide didn’t see him at all, others where he didn’t say a word, to merely sit beside him in mutual comfort.

The time had made them grow close, of course. So, it wasn’t a wonder when Hide began to notice Shuu’s fluctuating health.

Dips in his stability, going from needing a wheelchair, to being able to trot around the courtyard freely, to nearly collapsing again. The way the pallor on his skin would vanish in a night, replaced with a flush of healthy pink.

The way he never saw him eat, even once. How this only happened after visits from his father, or his family’s servants.

He wasn’t stupid. He had already learned the signs the hard way.

He just wasn’t sure if he was ready to deal with all of this again.

But before he could deal with that, he had more pressing matters- his facial reconstruction.

Despite all his stress- which Shuu had spent a great deal of time soothing him through- his surgery went fine. It felt strange to have a voice box, like something was blocking his throat but not at all at the same time, to hear his voice through a speaker.

The face he saw in the mirror was a vague echo of his own, but it was recognizable in an uncanny sort of way. He was just happy to have a decent portion of his skin back.

In testing it, he found that he tripped over certain words, having difficulty with words that required having lips to sound out. No matter, he’d find a way around it until that could happen. Call him a fool, but he was excited to show his friend the results.

So excited, in fact, that he had snuck out of his room.

The moon hung high in the sky, illuminating his path through the halls as he tiptoed his way around. It was quiet at this hour, perfect to slip away into without notice.

As he arrived at the room, he took in a breath. A part of him felt guilt for going to wake Shuu at this time, knowing that he was most likely dead asleep. Another simply hopped around like a child, thrilled at the aspect of showing off his ability to speak. Regardless of his internal conflict, his hand landed on the doorknob, creaking the door open.

Drip, drip, drip.

The scent hit him first. Thick, coppery, unforgettable. The kind of scent that filled your head, that fogged up the whole room and choked anything else out. And the scene, oh, the scene .

Drip, drip, drip.

Shuu sat on the floor beside his bed, his white sleeves kept pristine as they were rolled to the elbow. His hands were stained, glistening with red under the moonlight. His face was rather clean, surprisingly, but his pale pink lips now donned a painful shade of crimson. The same shade as his eyes, now surrounded by a swallowing black that made them stand out all the more, even in his dazed, starved gaze.

Drip, drip, drip.

Hide wasn’t shocked, if he was being honest. He wasn’t even scared.

Drip, drip.

He was just tired.

Crimson met brown, and widened in horror.

Time didn’t stop, nor did it slow down. They simply both fell still, letting the sight of each other soak in as the clock ticked away.

There was remorse and pleading in his manner, a fear so primal that Hide hardly recognized him, an emotion so vivid in his own memories that it made him feel a thousand times heavier.

Hide held himself, a hand gripped on the doorknob, the other around his own waist, as though one wrong move would have him pierced against the door. In fact, it likely would.

It was just his luck, wasn’t it? He’d eaten his words now, and he was left with the stomachache.

But somewhere, buried in the desperate, empty recedes of a damaged heart, he wanted to try again. Foolish as it was, he yearned for the choice.

And so, he took it.

He released the doorknob, taking a cautious few steps forward. Shuu startled, shifting to stand at an instant, before Hide raised his hands slowly.

“Shuu, it’s okay.”

His voice crackled a bit, dry and unstable in its inflection, but it was enough to halt Shuu where he stood, his eyes flashed a fleeting spark of excitement before being consumed by a wave of shock.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise.”

He smiled, as best as he could. Memories fought to bubble to the surface, the sound of fighting above, echoes through concrete. But he swallowed them down, closing the distance to sit down on the hospital bed. He patted the seat beside him.

Licking his lips- Hide didn’t bother to watch as they were cleaned of blood- Shuu sat down, like a guilty child, refusing to meet Hide’s eyes.

Hide rested a hand on his.

“Did I ever tell you about my best friend?”

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gingernut1314 · 3 days ago

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Dusty Books and Sunny Laughter pt. 2

Summary: You find yourself in the library and a familiar face comes to greet you.

Content: Female reader x Hide Nagachika, ghoul reader, shy reader, takes place during season 1

Word Count: 1.4K

Song: "Hanging Around" by Charli xcx

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The smell of old books filled your nose as you journeyed through the campus library. Out of all the places on campus you loved best, the library came second to that of the art studio. Art which had brought you here to find history books full of old and new masterpieces you were meant to study for an upcoming project.

As you moved through row after row of well loved books, you bobbed your head to the music flowing through your earbuds. Let the music drown out the world and keep you in your own personal one. Music that had your mind wandering here and there as your fingertips dragged along dusty and cracked spines.

You came to the section you were after, eyes slowly scanning over each book until they landed on the text you needed. One that was all the way on the top shelf and one you knew was definitely out of your reach. You tried anyway, standing to your tippy toes, lips and brows pinched together in hyper focus as you reached. Fingertips grazed the book you needed and nails working to try to get hold of any groove they could to pull it down.

A hand came into view, grabbing for the book you had been trying and failing to get yourself. A hand that grazed past your own as it did, making your skin spark at the sudden touch.

Sparks that turned burning when you turned to find Hide standing there, a bright smile on his face as he looked at you. Looked at you with eyes you hadn’t been able to get out of your head no matter what you did.

His lips moved as he spoke, the book you needed extended out towards you. You blinked--confused for a moment as to why you couldn’t hear him when the music you had been listening to switched to the next song.

You were quick to yank one bud from your ear, feeling yourself grow slightly embarrassed.

“Uh--I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.” Hide didn’t seem to mind because he just kept on smiling in a way that made your brain begin to freeze just as it had back at Anteiku.

“I just said I had to read this for one of the world history classes I took last semester.” He repeated, turning the book a little so you would remember to take it from him. You did and your heart nearly stopped at the feel of his fingertips brushing against yours again. You pulled your hands, book included, quickly away, pressing it tight to your chest.

If Hide had thought anything strange of the reaction, he didn’t give you any indication of it.

“Oh…that’s cool. I have to choose one of the art styles and try to replicate it.” His brown eyes lit up in excitement.

“Wow. No way! That’s awesome.” He beamed at you, making your brain feel all mushy again. “There was one with all these colors in there from the UK that was super cool.” You felt your own heart give a jittery jump at his words.

“Pop art?”

“Yeah! That’s it. Real popular in America too. In the, uh--the 60s I think.” You found yourself just--staring at him. At his knowledge on a subject you had dedicated your whole life to.

Could he be any cuter?

“You really know your stuff, huh?” You couldn’t help the giddiness that seeped its way from your chest into your voice.

“I’m majoring in English so anything related to it is in my domain to know.” He sounded just as giddy as you…though maybe it was just your mush filled skull playing tricks on you…but that smile, those eyes--no…no you didn’t think so. Not this time at least.

“That’s really cool. You listen to American music then?” Hide gave a laugh like that was the silliest question you could have asked.

“Of course! Do you?” You nodded, holding your textbook just a bit tighter. Those rich brown eyes sparkled like someone who’d just been told they won a million bucks. “Is that what you’re listening to now?” He questioned, gesturing towards the earbud still in your ear.

“Yeah…do you…” Your heart felt like it was gonna explode right out your chest, your nerves firing so fast you could hardly keep the slight shake from your fingers.

No one really gave you the time of day. No one--no boy had ever seemed so genuinely happy to interact with you. Happy to talk about art and music with you before.

It made you so nervous--but Hide’s kind eyes had a way of easing your anxious racing heart.

“Do you want to listen? See if you can guess who it is?” There was that sparkle again. That almost surprised me? as he nodded at your suggestion.

“Yeah!” He pulled closer to you. So close his shoulder brushed against yours and you could smell his cologne. Fresh. Clean. Like a spring rain. It made your brain buzz and your mouth water. You almost had half the mind to lean in and sniff that smell deep into your nostrils had you been a more outgoing individual.

You grabbed for the earbud you had let hang down your chest and handed it to him. Again his fingers grazed over yours, making the skin there burst into flame. Shyly you watched as he put the bud in his ear, focusing for a second as the pop music played.

“Ha! No way--this is Charli xcx’s new album. Sucker.” He gleefully spoke, brown eyes finding yours all over again. Eyes so close you didn’t have to look hard to see just how deeply rich they really were. How their color reminded you of coffee. But not just any coffee. Expertly brewed coffee. Like the cups of otherworldly good coffee Yoshimura makes.

“Yeah…have you listened to the whole album?” Hide nodded.

“A few times over, if I’m being honest.” You lips tugged upward as you found yourself getting lost in his rich eyes.

“Me too.” Hide gave you a smile too. A soft one. A smile that looked like he was at ease standing there in the dusty library, standing shoulder to shoulder with you.

“Hey…do you have class right now?” You shook your head in answer. “Do you maybe want to grab a bite to eat?”

Oil and water.

You body went cold at the thought. At the fact that you couldn’t eat what he ate. At the fact that Hide, a human, was what you would grab a bite of.

Oil and water.

You didn’t want Nishiki to be right. The hypocrite was dating a human himself for goodness sake! Had almost killed himself to save her from danger, so why couldn’t you? Why couldn’t you be--be happy? With Hide?

“I--just ate.” You expected disappointment to flash through his eyes or even nothing. But what you didn’t expect was understanding--familiarity. It confused the hell out of you. Made you even more panicked.

Kaneki had made a big point of making sure his friend never knew of his new ghoul status. Of letting him know that the people he was surrounding himself with were ghouls too.

You doubted that had changed…it was probably just your mind playing tricks on you for real this time.

“Oh…okay.”

“Uh--but maybe we could get a drink? I know it’s kinda late in the day for coffee, but I’m a bit addicted to the stuff.” You tried to cover your panic with a laugh.

“I wouldn’t mind. Anteiku?” Hide questioned.

“No.” Confusion fluttered over his features. “I mean--we can go there. It’s just Nishiki is working tonight and I’m on the verge of strangling the life out of him.” As you spoke, a bit of a gruff filled your voice at the mere thought of the other ghoul.

Hide laughed. A deep belly laugh that you couldn’t help but stare at.

“Good. I thought I was the only one.” Your own laugh bubbled from your throat.

“Definitely not. He’s like a walking bad day. Too cocky and too bitter.” Hide only laughed harder and you found yourself doing the same. Laughter that became so radically loud a passing student shot you two a dagger glare.

And the best part was it hadn’t even been that funny. Just the fact that your laughter was bouncing off of his was enough to keep it going.

“There's a cute little shop just a block from here, if you would be okay going there?” You asked once your laughter had calmed down a bit. Hide’s laughter only made that smile bigger. Made his eyes so bright and full of warmth as he looked at you and only you.

“That would be,” His voice grew softer then--quieter like he only wanted you to hear. “Perfect.”

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favficbirthdays · 9 months ago

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Happy Birthday

Hideyoshi Nagachika (10th June)

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edgyandoverzealous · 10 months ago

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Watch Tokyo Ghoul they said, it's a work of art they said.

And it is and you should watch it, I could go on a rant about how beautiful it is and how it's a social commentary on how society treats those who are different and the want for a truely equal and united society but (spoilers for S2 finale)

Fuck you all i'm inconsolable

I'm a Hide guy through and through. I loved him, I love him.

He died in his best friends arms begging for Kaneki to take him home. For Kaneki to come home and all he wanted was for Kaneki to be happy to feel like he belonged.

He knew all along that Kaneki was a ghoul and still loved him, still tried to protect him, to protect his home. He missed his friend, wanted to protect him. Save him from self destruction and protect his well being. Joining the c.c.g to keep an eye on him and protect him from inside the corrupt system.

And the way Kaneki looked at him I'm inconsolable they loved each other so much. You can tell they loved each other so much just by that alone. Hide was Kaneki's lifelong friend and probably madly in love with Kaneki. Fuck the writers and whoever animated that sequence with those loving looks for making me sob my eyes out before noon and simultaneously give them a raise for making me cry my eyes out before noon on my day off.

Ignore typos I was genuinely sobbing writing this.

Bye, watch Tokyo Ghoul

#sobbing #im inconsolable #tokyo ghoul #first watch #tokyo ghoul hide #my beloved #why why whyyy

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lilliganpicrews · 1 year ago

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#picrew #picrews #mha denki #bnha denki #denki kaminari #tokyo ghoul hide #hideyoshi nagachika #nendou saiki k #nendou riki #usahara tobikichi #hyouta ashikaga #haikyuu kenma #hq kenma #kozume kenma

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yutamayo · 2 years ago

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#heart on his sleeve #anime #anime memes #photo edit #tokyo ghoul #hide nagachika #hideyoshi nagachika #tokyo ghoul edit #tokyo ghoul memes #hide tg #tg hide #hide tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hide #who wore it better

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keisukebajimipatron · 2 years ago

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Excuse me

What beautiful men they are so excuse me but I'll lie right here wide open.

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tg-pilled · 7 months ago

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Okay but examining Hide as manipulative is intriguing. He's not necessarily manipulative in the typical way but he definitely is able to guide things and talk his way out of or through a lot of situations. He's portrayed as the "silly best friend" in the beginning but seeing how untrue that is and that he is also wearing a mask of his own in a way is so fascinating. He literally became part of the CCG to keep tabs on his friend and he found multiple ways to keep Kaneki alive through not only words but also actions. I remember seeing a post a few days ago abt this and it just stuck with me idk. He's so much smarter than he lets on and he weaponizes people's perception of him against them almost. Hideyoshi Nagachika the man that you are.

#tokyo ghoul #tgre #nagachika hideyoshi #tokyo ghoul hide

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liannelara-dracula · 11 months ago

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How would the TG boys act if they found out their s/o cheated on them?

(Sorry if this has been asked before)

Ken:

He had known for a while but couldn’t confirm it.

He waited for more evidence.

Ken even waited for you to come clean but you didn’t

He hadn’t cried or anything he was just confused and he didn’t understand why you had done it.

He would have preferred you’d just talk to him.

He waited for you when you came back and was arguing with you about it all.

“You smell like him.”

“Ken, I’m not—“

“Save it, get your things an leave. I don’t want to see you.”

Hide:

Was in denial about it for a while.

He didn't think you would ever do something like that.

Hide would brush it off at first but looked into it himself.

When he did, he kept it to himself, he didn't ask you about it.

He wanted to, but he also had trouble believing it.

At some point it became very clear to him and he realized he had to confront you because there was no point in keeping this on.

You came home late and he seemed unphased.

"Having your best friend all over you instead of me?"

"Hide, I didn't mean for it to get this far."

"But you knew you were doing it? I've watched you the entire time for three months. You don't sound like you feel guilt, Y/n, you're just ashamed that I found out!"

"Don't say things like that, Hide."

"I'm not putting up with this I'm leaving, we're over."

Ayato:

His ego is so hurt

Honestly to prideful to admit that he cares.

But he does.

Once he found out, he just stormed out of your life.

He didn't want to do anything.

Just by cheating it was enough for him to leave and never want to see you again.

Would get into a fight with the guy you are sleeping with.

Might even kill him.

Would feel that you were a waste of time.

Yomo:

Hurt, he'd never see it coming.

He let you in, he doesn't do that often.

Yomo was certain you were someone who would never hurt him.

He was always convinced that he would ruin it.

But he was wrong, and he hates it.

He felt betrayed and almost couldn't face you but he needed to hear it from you.

"It's true." You'd admit

"Why?"

"Its--things have changed, were not the same anymore. I should've said something--"

"Leave." He'd say, not wanting to here more about your reasons.

"Ren."

"I'm not doing this with you, get out."

Uta:

It's very possible he doesn't give a fuck, because he usually never does.

All of his relationships pass time so he's probably cheating on you before you were cheating on him.

Honestly has no hard feelings about it.

This is mostly because if he doesn't care, polygamy is okay.

If he cares, polygamy is not okay.

Will be really mad and will not want to talk to you.

He will treat you badly and nothing is about/for you anymore.

Is a completely different person and won't forgive you.

"I'm not your boyfriend anymore, Y/n. Don't expect me to help you."

He honestly doesn't want to talk to you about it, he'll just leave.

Furuta:

Oh no, you are dead.

You literally will be dead, I mean, you need to run for your life.

For like years, do not let him find you.

Because even if he does obess over you his ego is hurt and he will not tolerate it.

And if he's obsessed it will be much worse.

Very abusive, and psychotic about the whole thing. He'd even gaslight you into thinking you don't deserve him.

"I love you, I give you everything, you fucking whore!" He'd argue throwing something at you.

You'd apologize in tears, mostly due to fear not anything else.

Knowing him, he probably just thought you cheated even though you didn't.

He'd consider anything you do cheating.

Takizawa (ghoul):

Do not do this to him.

He doesn't deserve this, he gives you everything.

Loves you with his heart and soul.

This is basically the last straw for him, like he will not go and be with someone else.

In fact, he might just be mad for a while but still stay with you because he loves you that much he just wants to start over.

Taki would be very hurt deep down and even if he took you back things would be different.

He wouldn't be able to treat you the same after everything.

He still loves you but it hurts to know that you don't love him the same.

He found out on his own by just observing you when he thought things were suspicious, but he wanted to trust you.

"You know I just can't understand why, Y/n? We have everything go so well and you just--"

"I'm sorry--"

"Sorry doesn't work! It's not a small mistake!"

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul hcs #tokyo ghoul headcanons #ken kaneki #ken kaneki headcanons #hide nagachika #tokyo ghoul hide #ayato kirishima #ayato kirishima headcanons #yomo renji #renji yomo #tokyo ghoul uta #tokyo ghoul uta headcanons #furuta nimura #furuta washuu #seido takizawa #seido takizawa heacanons

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rehide · 8 months ago

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the thing about hide is that he never once expressed visible hurt abt kaneki not telling him he's a ghoul. it was never a topic of discussion between them, not even in re when it's a much safer conversation to have. he never (at least openly) feels betrayed about it, and still uses his every action to get closer to kaneki and the ghoul world despite how cut off he's been from kaneki's life. and i'm sure hide was smart enough to realize that kaneki's avoidance was always about protecting him, but it's hard to imagine that he wasn't at least a little hurt at some point that kaneki wouldn't tell him. and then a couple hundred chapters later kaneki's stumbling over his words in a sewer and hide's telling him how he's always known, while offering up his own life for his.

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gingernut1314 · 4 days ago

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Oil and Water pt. 1

Summary: Coffee is spilled all over you and your art, but rich brown eyes have you in a trance.

Content: Female reader x Hide Nagachika, ghoul reader, shy reader, set at Anteiku, Nishiki being Nishiki, takes place during season 1

Word Count: 1.1K

Song: "Boom Clap" by Charli xcx

A/N: Hide is just--he's so sweet I needed to write something for him!! This part 1 of 5 parts and I plan to release them one day at a time! I hope you enjoy!!

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The earthy, nutty smell of coffee filled your nose as you sat at the bar at Anteiku, scribbling away in your sketch pad. Music blasted through your ears, keeping the outside world from distracting you from what you were working on. A project that was becoming increasingly more and more frustrating the longer you worked and reworked it.

You felt like something was missing. Something that would completely save this piece from complete and utter disast--

Hot liquid burned over your fingertips and sketchpad. A yelp spilled from your lips as you snapped your eyes from your now coffee covered work to whoever had knocked it all over you.

A guy. One with wild dirty blond hair, a pair of orange headphones around his neck, and a set of the richest brown eyes you’d ever seen. Eyes full of apologetic panic but such kindness you couldn’t help but gawk at him.

He was saying something to you. Something you tugged on the wire of your earbud to hear.

“--ver you and--damn and I’ve ruined your drawing.” He spoke, pulling those eyes from yours as he grabbed handful after handful of napkins from the closest holder. “I feel like such an asshole. I’m not normally that clumsy.” He continued, coming back to start dabbing up the cooled off coffee that had pooled all over your section of bar top. “I was in a rush and--is there no way to save it?” He asked, turning those rich eyes to look back into yours.

You felt your brain freeze. Short circuit under that gaze.

So--caring. How could one person hold so much care for a complete stranger?

“Uh--oh,” You dumbly got out, looking from those trance inducing eyes to your work. It was completely soaked through, only a few bits of paper spared. “I don’t know.” A napkin was thrust into your vision.

“Maybe try dabbing it up?” You took the napkin and began to dab what you could off the page, but nothing was going to get the brown-tint out of the page. “I really am sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Your eyes worked and worked over the piece after it had been dried. Over how it--

“I think you actually just saved it.” You breathed, still looking over how the splash of coloring, such simple color, completely gave the piece a new look. A whole new spirit.

“Really you don’t have to pretend. I messed up big time. Let me get you another coffee or--” You chuckled cheerfully up at him, a slightly confused look pulling to his face.

“This piece was giving me a real hard time but now, thanks to you, it’s,” You smiled warmly, letting your eyes wander over his features, voice growing softer despite yourself, “perfect.” He gave a small airy laugh that sounded more like a sigh of relief, hand scratching at the back of his head in his stress.

“It’s really something--you’re art.” He smiled, nodding towards your sketch pad. “Was perfect before I knocked your coffee over.” You felt your brain freeze all over again.

“You really don’t have to pretend.” You spoke in slight mimic of his earlier words. He caught the slight tease, a laugh as bright as the sun filling your ears and further turning your brain to mush.

“I’m not. Promise. You have talent.” Your mush filled brain screamed at his continued niceness. “I’m Hide, by the way.” He smiled and you were quick to share your name back. “You’ll let me get you another coffee? Even if my mess up helped.” He started to reach for his wallet, but you were quick to shake your head.

“No. It’s really okay. I was about done any--”

“I thought you said you were gonna be late.” The grumpy voice of Nishiki cut you off as he came to a stop behind you, a black tray under his arm. You looked upward to find his glasses rimmed eyes looking broadly Hide’s way.

“Oh, yeah. I am.” He looked at you, then to Nishiki, then back to you again. Every glance of those deep brown eyes made your stomach flip and twist like it was doing gymnastics in your gut. “Are you sure?” He questioned, keeping his hand in the pocket you assumed his wallet lay. You smiled as kindly as you could up at him.

“Yeah. It’s okay. Thank you.” He gave you a small nod.

“Sorry--again. Maybe I’ll see you around?” He pulled his hand from his pocket, which went to the strap of his backpack.

See you around?

He might see you?

Might he?

“Yeah--yeah, maybe.” You agreed. He nodded once more at that, eyes so--shining while they looked at you.

“Geez, what are you trying to have a staring contest?” Nishiki’s voice sounded once more, pulling Hide’s gaze from you once more. He looked a bit--flustered at the statement.

“What? Dude--no.”

“Then…” Nishiki gave a shooing motion with his hand. “Go.” Hide gave a slightly irritated look before starting for the exit, though, not before glancing your way one last time.

You gave him a small wave in silent goodbye. A wave he was quick to give right back before he disappeared through the door. You craned your neck a bit to watch as he rushed past the large windows down the street, wild hair ruffling in the breeze.

“Not a good idea.” Nishiki gruffly spoke as he moved past you, headed behind the bar. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What?” He merely looked at you in that annoyingly bored way he always did.

“He’s Kaneki’s friend.” Your narrowed gaze turned near cutting.

You knew what that meant. Knew Kaneki only had one friend besides the lot of you all here. Knew that friend was human.

“And?”

“And it’s not a good idea to get all googly eyed for him.” Nishiki shoved the tray he’d been carrying back in its place. “Not gonna end well.” You scoffed sharply, starting to collect your pencils up.

“Says you.” You hissed.

“Yeah. Says me. I know what I got is going to end one way or another.” He continued grimly as you shoved your pencils in their pouch. “My advice: don’t even go there.”

“I don’t need your advice, asshole.” You snipped, all but throwing your things into your tote bag.

“I never said you needed to take it.”

“Then why do I still hear you talking?” Nishiki gave a huffed laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Guess I just like the sound of my own voice.” You shook your head at his continued talking, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Oil and water.” Was all he said before you left Anteiku and his bleak outlook on life.

Oil and water. Two things that couldn’t mix.

Ghouls and humans. Two creatures that couldn’t mix.

But you wanted them to mix.Those kind brown eyes flashed through your mind. Eyes that made you want two opposing forces to mix more than you had ever wanted it before.

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