#i went to urgent care about a cut on my toe that’s healing weird (turns out it’s just swollen lol)

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I got my tetanus shot today and i was so brave about it

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01x12 (part 3)

Season One Episode Twelve: Faith

A/N: my laptop is finally fixed!! whoohoo! updates to come quicker and I promise, i’ll be more active so come talk to me, leave me nice messages or constructive criticism or just come say hello. if you liked it, REBLOG and show your friends! please! love u xoxo

Summary: where a life is saved, another is swapped and soda is never retrieved

Word Count: 3.2k

“I’m telling you, Dean! It didn’t work! Ron must not be the one controlling this thing!” You yelled into the phone as the protestor groaned on the ground in a fetal position, clearly in pain from the reaper. You saw Sam debating with himself whether or not he wanted to go help or stay back and not get in the way because what the hell was this thing.

“Well, then, who the hell is?” Dean asked in the phone, his panic not as clear as yours. You were breathing heavily, barely able to sit still and you were sweating.  “Sue Ann,” Dean said quickly and then he hung up the phone. You starred at the screen that was flashing the word END and then looked to Sam.

“He said Sue Ann,” he told him, handing him the phone back. Sam furrowed his brows at you and took it, shoving it his pocket.

“The wife?” He clarified. You nodded and he looked back down at the protestor. He was groaning still, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. “We’ve gotta help him,” he said, shaking his head and going back to the urgentness of the situation. “I’ll go find Dean, you stay here!” He ordered, his hand grazing your bicep as he tried to take off towards the church tent.

You grabbed his hand before the contact was lost, “wait,” you said. The protestor’s body loosened up, the tense muscles from before were now relaxing and his eyes had stopped rolling in the back. “I think he might be stopping,” you whispered. He was coughing and letting out gasps, trying to catch his breath as a tear rolled down his cheek. He could barely get up he was so weak.

Sam kneeled down next to him and grabbed his hand, helping him stand up. The man was so unstable, he leaned into Sam’s body, almost making Sam himself fall over. “I got ya,” he whispered as he steadied the man. Thankfully, you were protected by a bunch of cars so none of the church-goers saw the scene that had unfolded but now that the Reaper was gone, you had ventured out and saw Dean in the arms of police officers. You heard Sam mumbling to the guy, a thank you is given and then Sam showed up at your side alone.

“Sam,” you mumbled urgently, nodding towards Dean and Sue Ann. He looked at Dean, his hands being held behind his back by the officers and Sue Ann, standing in front of him. You couldn’t see her face, but Dean’s was hard and stern. His arms dropped to his side and he shook them out.

“Let's go wait at the car, it looks like she’s letting him go.” Sam grabbed your hand and he took you to the Impala to wait for Dean. All the people that were once inside the church were now all huddled together talking amongst themselves. Dean was stopped one more time by Layla and you sat against the hood of the car, watching as Roy talked to Layla’s mom, promising a private session to heal her. When Dean finally showed up, he didn’t talk. He got inside the car, slammed the door shut and drove back to the hotel.

He explained the entire thing on the way to the hotel and the three of you exchanged stories about what happened but Dean’s was far more interesting and when you were back at the hotel, it was time to brainstorm what to do next.

You laid on the bed, Sam’s jacket covering your arms and torso and your toes barely touching his lower back as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was cold in the room because of how rainy and gross it was outside and you never did like hotel blankets. Dean paced back and forth, looking out the window every three seconds probably for those officers. “So Roy believes it?” Sam asked, bouncing his leg up and down.

“I don’t think he has any idea what his wife’s doing,” Dean agreed, shutting the curtains to the hotel room and turning to face the two of you. You were shocked, to say the least, to find out that it was Sue Ann the entire time.

“Oh! We found this hidden in their library,” Sam said like he almost forgot and he pulled out the weird spellbook from his pocket. The sight of it gave you chills up and down your arms. “Well, Y/N actually found it. It was like she was drawn to it or something,” Sam told his brother. Dean looked over at you curiously and you just shrugged lightly and looked away. It wasn’t something that you quite understood and you’d rather keep it to yourself. Dean sat on the second bed, right next to Sam. “It’s ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There’s a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper,” Sam explained, handing Dean the book.

“Must be a hell of a spell,” Dean commented, taking the book in his hands to look at the spell. It was all scribbles and pictures from what you remembered but you opted to not look at it again.

“You’ve got to build a black alter with seriously dark stuff - bones, human blood,” Sam explained just how intense this spell was and what exactly it entailed so Dean got the full picture of exactly what Sue Ann had done to gain this power. Sam sighed as if he was letting all those bad images leave. “To cross a line like that, that preacher’s wife - black magic. Murder. Evil.”

“Desperate,” Dean said, cutting off his brother. “Her husband was dying. She’d done anything to save him,” he explained, almost trying to justify her actions but you thought that Dean would relate to that more than anyone. “She was using the spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.”

“Cheating death,” you mumbled. The boys looked at you, a small smirk on Sam’s face.

“Literally,” he scoffed.

“But Roy is alive, so why is she still using the spell?” Dean asked, bringing you back to the real topic on hand. The real question. She just wanted power was your guess but you let the boys talk it out among themselves.

“To force the reaper to kill people she feels are immoral,” Sam answered. It seemed so far fetched. But then again, when people get an inch they take a mile and maybe she was desperate like Dean said or maybe she wanted to play God so badly that she was willing to dig up dead bones.

“We’ve got to break that binding spell,” you said. That was the only option. You couldn’t let people keep dying no matter how justified she might have been in the first place. There was no reason for it now. You almost felt your own sense of guilt for wanting it to end. You got what you wanted and now it was game over. You wondered if you’d let Roy heal Dean if you knew beforehand.

“You know, Sue Ann had a Coptic cross just like this. When she dropped it, the reaper backed off.” Dean’s finger pointed and then traced the photo of the cross in the book. You had never seen her wear it but it was the same cross they had mounted in the church.

“So you think we’ve got to destroy the cross or the altar?” You asked, sitting up now. The jacket fell around your waist but you picked it back up. You wanted Sam’s smell to completely engulf you for as long as you could have it for.

“Maybe both,” Dean said. The boys exchanged a look that you didn’t quite catch but they were silent and then Dean snapped the book shut and stood up. “Whatever we’re doing, we gotta do it soon. You heard Roy, he’s healing Layla tonight.”

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There were cars parked outside of the church just like a regular sermon but it was dark outside and it wasn’t a regular sermon and Layla wouldn’t be healed. “Layla’s already here,” Dean said, turning off the Impala and leaning back in his seat. “There’s her car,” he nodded towards one of the cars parked and you wondered how he knew that but you let it slide.

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding. You pulled yourself up so your head was between the boys and Dean glanced back at you and it was like you knew exactly what he was going to say. “Dean,” you warned but he didn’t care.

“You know if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she’d been healed by now,” he said, looking at his steering wheel and not at you or Sam. He tapped his finger on the bottom of the wheel like a nervous tick.

“Yeah, that is how that works,” you said, trying to make a joke out of it when it really wasn’t funny but the tension was too thick. The joke didn’t land which you expected and Dean just kept going.

“And if she’s not healed tonight, she’s gonna die in a couple months,” he continued, not listening or caring about your joke.

“Listen, what’s happening to her is horrible but what are you gonna do? Let someone die in order to save her?” Sam asked, trying to knock reason into Dean’s head. He was hesitating in hopes that he would be too late but he would never admit that nor make it obvious. It was to you and Sam. “You said it yourself Dean, you can’t play God.”

There was no answer as Dean got out of the car and you and Sam quickly followed and up to the tent. There was a faint light coming from it and you peeked your head inside, Layla was standing at the altar with Roy and everyone was smiling wide, excited for her. “Where’s Sue Ann?” You asked.

“The house,” Sam suggested and nodded towards the house you already broke into once and you all started towards it to end this as quickly as possible.

“You go find Sue Ann, I’ll catch up,” Dean said, starting to go off in a different direction. You started to ask where he was going but your eyes followed his to the officers that had previously had him all tied up and there Dean was, self-destructing. “Hey! You gonna put the fear of God in me?” He asked, holding his arms open. The officers took off after Dean and he took off running away from them. Making a clear distracting for you and Sam but your heart skipped a beat in worry for him.

You bottled it up as you and Sam snuck up to the porch, looking for an entrance. You checked the window you had used earlier that day, hoping that maybe you could see her but all the lights in the house were off. “Where is she?” He asked, turning himself in all directions.

You looked around the yard, your hands on the porch rail when a strip of light caught your eye. “There.” You pointed below you to the cellar doors, where light illuminated the small crack. Sam smiled at you for your sharp eye and you ran down the porch steps to the door and Sam pried them open. He let you go down first and then he followed, closing them behind him. It was easier than you had expected to get into and you’d think that if she was doing an evil spell she would protect herself a little bit more.

The room was quiet and dark and there was no sign of her or anything anywhere but when you rounded a corner, an altar was displayed with human blood staining the old wooden dresser it was on and eyeballs, like they had been ripped from a skull on display and a photo. Of Dean. Sam picked it up, a bloody X over his brother’s face. “No,” you breathed, shaking your head. In all honesty, it was more gruesome than you’d imagined.

“I gave your brother life and I can take it away,” Sue Ann said from behind you. The two of you whipped around to see her unfazed and unembarrassedd by what you found. Like she was proud of what she was doing. Like she had a gift. Like she was powerful. Sam threw the photo on the ground, smashing the glass and he tipped over the entire alter, candles going out and the wooden stakes being broken.

“Go,” he yelled to you and you ran to the exit and after Sue Ann, who took off as soon as the table was lifted from the ground but you were too late and she shut the cellar doors with you two in it.

“Can’t you see? The Lord chose me! To reward the just and punish the wicked,” she yelled from outside the cellar. Sam and you pushed against it as hard as you could but it wasn’t budging. “And your brother is wicked and he deserves to die, just as Layla deserves to live,” she said.

“I swear to god I’ll kill this bitch!” You said through gritted teeth as you slammed your body as hard as you could against the doors but it was really no use and you knew that.

“Ok, here,” Sam whispered as he stopped pushing, taking your hand and running across the basement cellar. “There’s gotta be a soft spot in here somewhere.” He took a broken piece of wood off the ground and started to bang against the wood walls that kept the whole thing together until he hit the soft spot he was talking about and the wooden wall busted open, revealing light.

“Go,” he mumbled, pushing you out first and following closely behind you. You snuck your way around the cars, checking behind all of them for Sue Ann until you found her, standing outside the church. “You wanna?” Sam asked, smirking at you. You run up behind her, Sam following closely and snatched the cross out of her hands, smashing it on the ground. It shattered, blood spraying the rocks that it landed on.

Sue Ann gasped, dropping to her knees with shaking hands. She wanted to pick it up and put it back together again. “What have you done?” She cried, breathing heavily.

“He’s not your God,” Sam spat at her. Sue Ann stood up and at the edge of the property, way in the distance, you saw him for the first time. The Reaper. He was old, wrinkly. Pale white with a suit on. Just as Dean described him. Sue Ann tried to run but the reaper was faster and he put his hand on her head and within seconds, as you watch, she was on the ground and lifeless.

You walked away, leaving her body there and part of you felt the guilt for her death but then you reminded yourself that this what the only option and so you kept going to the Impala. You saw Dean first, leaning against the Impala and groaning in pain but you didn’t care as you ran up to him and hugged him. He groaned at the impact but hugged you back and chuckled a little bit. “You okay?” Sam asked. You pulled away and Dean opened the door to the car.

“Hell of a week,” Dean commented and you all three agreed as you got into the car and drove back to the hotel in silence. You knew Dean was doubting himself. You knew that he would probably would have let himself die if that meant Layla could live just because of how guilty he felt for being alive.

“We did the right thing, right?” He asked you as you packed up your things. Sam was in the bathroom so he was being quiet and you stopped folding your shirt and looked over at him.

“Of course we did,” you reassued him.

“Didn’t feel like it,” he admitted, twirling the shirt in his hands around. There was a knock on the door and you turned around to get it but Sam bolted out of the bathroom, the door hitting the wall and offering to grab it. It was like he was waiting for it.

“I got it, got it, got it,” he mumbled, out of breath by the time his hand hit the knob.

When he opened the door, Layla stepped inside and Dean’s face lit up and you hadn’t seem them interact that close to you before but now that you had you realized that it wasn’t really about the guilt. It was just about her. “How did you know we were here?” Dean asked.

“Sam called,” she said, smiling and nodded towards Sam. You looked at your own boy, a smug smile on his face as he winked at you. “He said you wanted to say goodbye,” she said.

“We’re gonna go get a soda!” Sam announced, grabbing your hand quickly and pulling you out of the hotel room and letting the door swing shut behind him. Once it was closed to looked at him and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re such a sneak, you know that, right?” You asked as you shook your head. Sam laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, spinning you around and pulling you into his side.

“He would have beat himself up for a long time if he didn’t say goodbye,” Sam said as you walked down the hallway of the hotel. You knew he was right and sometimes, because of how long you went without him, you forgot that Sam knew Dean just as well as you did. Maybe even better than you did. You walked a few feet in silence, just enjoying the way he smelled and how his hand was rubbing your shoulder slightly and the way his hip hit yours. “Y/N?” Sam spun you around so you were in front of him, face to face.

“Yes?” You asked. He entwined his fingers in yours, looking down at them and then up at you. His eyes were soft and nervous.

“Do you want to talk about how you knew that book was there? In the house?” He asked. You didn’t really but you thought you should. At least to Sam. You let out a sigh and shrugged your shoulders, holding his hand close to your chest.

“There’s not much to say. I don’t know what it was. Just a feeling that washed over me,” you tried to explain. Sam nodded and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You hugged him back and buried your head in his chest. “I’m happy with you.”

“I’m happy with you, too,” he responded, pulling back. He was towering over you but he beant his head down and it was almost as close as it was in that hotel room bed and you felt his breathing tickling your lips.

“Can you kiss me now?” You asked, a small smile on your lips. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but your heart fluttered at his smile and his laugh made your blood warm and he nodded and kissed you for the first time, his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips warm and chapped against yours.

It felt exactly how you thought that it would feel. Like it was meant to me and perfect and your lips and hands and bodies were made for each other.

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Temptation

Hidekane Week 2017 - Day 3: Sugar/ New Year’s Mochi/ Late-night Snack Run/ Author: ayainu Summary: When Hide is sleep deprived he can’t be bothered to use any filters. Especially when he just got his long awaited and well deserved sleep only to be startled awake by the person responsible for all his sleepless nights. (From the Bittersweet au) Warnings: Emotional abuse, gore, cannibalism, natural born half ghoul Hide, salty Hide, Kaneki is kind of an asshole even if he has good intentions, toeken put in bad light. Basically the angsty one after that fluff from before. Rating: Explicit for gore Title: Temptation

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It was quite typical of Kaneki to barge into Hide’s apartment tipped from head to toe in blood. Whether it was his or someone else’s Hide always had the duty to fix.

That day wasn’t really any different, Hide had been sleeping, a nice dreamless slumber after rigorous days of unmerciful work. He’d been on a streak and beat his all time high score by staying up three weeks in a row with minimal to no sleep.

All of that for the reason behind the crash he heard in his living room that jolted him right back up.

Normally he’d take a weapon with him, there was no way to know it was Kaneki for sure, and even if it had been Kaneki there is no way to know he would be himself for sure, not that Hide knew who ‘himself’ is. In all his sleep deprived glory, Hide frankly didn’t care. He stumbled into the living room and felt an emotion akin to relief at the sight of Kaneki, he wasn’t quite sure though, a lot of emotions flickered through him at the sight of his childhood friend.

“Want coffee?” Hide said simply, approaching the hunched form of his best friend, a mug laid scattered on the tiles in front of him.

As Hide crouched to pick up the shattered china his eyes landed on Kaneki’s stomach and widened. “Shit what happened to you? I can see your intestines.”

He briskly moved to the freezer and scoured for any leftover meat, he hasn’t gone hunting in a while, his nutrition another thing he didn’t pay much attention to. He found a Tupperware, hidden deep inside. It wasn’t enough. Fuck, it was barely enough to close the deep gash on his chest.

“Kaneki, do me a favor and eat this without having me force it down.” Hide put the Tupperware in the microwave and let it thaw over before placing it in Kaneki’s hands. “I will be right back, alright?”

He left the kitchen in a hurry to find his phone. He dialed the first number on his recents and waited. One beep, two beeps and there was a click as Marude picked up the phone.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep kid? I swear to god one of these days you’re going to end up-” immediately came the lecture he already expected.

“Marude I need meat, it’s urgent,” Hide cut him off instead of replying, he hoped the desperation in his voice would be enough to get him to let it go.

“Is it that bastard king again?” Marude’s tone was hard.

“Look, we can talk about this later but now I really need meat.”

“No Hideyoshi, you look. Do you even think of your own health? When was the last time you even ate? Had a full night’s sleep? He’s working you to the bone and simultaneously using you to nurse him at ungodly hours, this can’t keep on going!” Marude was lecturing him again and Hide massaged his temple in deep irritation.

“Marude, I don’t have time for this. He’s dying, want to help me or not?” Hide really hoped his pleading tone would be enough to get Marude to keel.

“Fine, I can’t get it to you until the morning though.”

“He won’t last that long.” Hide paled.

“Well I’m not in town and I’m rushing my ass here for you.”

“Sorry, thanks. I’ll figure it out.”

“No problem, just don’t stand for his shit next time because I won’t.”

Hide ended the call and sighed. The security has been tight lately around his region. There was no way for him to go hunting here in the middle of the city and get out of it alive. He shuffled back into the kitchen, still deep in his thoughts.

He noticed, pleased, that Kaneki had eaten the meat Hide offered to him.

“Good, now come here,” Hide dragged him by the hand to the bathroom. He sat him at the edge of the tub and assessed the damage. His stomach was a complete mess, but at least the wound across his chest was closing.

“You do realize there is only a finite amount of times you can go out and get yourself in this state while expecting to fully heal.” Hide chided, his eyes on Kaneki’s stomach, watching for any attempt from the tissue to fix itself.

“I know, I’m sorry.” Kaneki’s voice was low and Hide watched as his wound convulsed with the effort.

“Don’t talk.” Hide commanded in a cool voice and grabbed Kaneki’s hand, turning it over in his to rest two fingers on his wrist. His heartbeat was weak, he was losing too much blood.

Hide cursed under his breath and made to get up, probably to pace the floor to satan but was stopped as a hand encircled his wrist. He could feel the textured scaly skin of Kaneki’s hand against his own and he felt dizzy with the sensation for a moment. When he got ahold of himself he held himself carefully, his shoulders taut with tension. Slowly he turned around to face Kaneki once more.

“Yes?”

“I’ve missed you,” Kaneki said simply, his voice still low.

“I said not to talk.”

“It’s been a month.”

“Six weeks. And you’re here now, hurt and on the verge of death.” Hide was absolutely not going to let it get to him, even when he knew Kaneki felt his rabbit like pulse through his wrist.

“I’m not going to die.”

“If you don’t shut up I assure you you will, you’ve already lost too much blood, I don’t need you losing more because you can’t shut your mouth when you should.” Hide’s words had a tone of finality to them and he hoped Kaneki knew better than to argue.

When he didn’t say anything, Hide, very much pleased, went back to his furious pacing.

He could only think of one way out of this and it was for him to offer his own body. He’d done that before but under the current circumstances it was a bit of a risk. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten meat and he wasn’t sure he could heal whatever Kaneki was going to take. He could probably get away with a shoulder bite without loosing too much blood, it would sustain Kaneki enough to get through the night until Marude brought the meat.

He was sad to say he didn’t trust his best friend enough to only take a bite.

He heard a weird gurgling sound behind him and found Kaneki with blood spilling from his mouth. Hide cursed under his breath and strode to Kaneki. In the end he hasn’t really changed at all, when push came to shove he always chose Kaneki over himself. He knelt beside him on the bathroom tiles and pushed his shirt aside to expose his shoulders.

Kaneki gawked at him, uncomprehending. Hide sighed and pulled his head down to his exposed shoulder. “You can have just one bite, it should be enough.”

Hide wasn’t sure he had enough energy in him to conjure his kagune if Kaneki went too far. He could die now, he could die when nothing at all changed between them.

He felt teeth sink into his flesh and barely suppressed a wince. He found that his hand involuntarily traveled to Kaneki’s hair, stark white against Hide’s sun kissed skin, even when it was pale and sickly.

To his surprise, Kaneki pulled away after one bite, licking his lips from the remainder of the blood. Hide excused himself to dress his wound to stop himself from bleeding to death, yeah there was no way he was going to regenerate until he got some meat in his system.

When he returned, he saw that Kaneki had taken the liberty of a shower and access to Hide’s closet. He looked soft and clean on Hide’s couch, his stomach had closed up, almost no trace of the horrendous mess from before.

“Who did this to you?” Hide asked upon entrance, more than ready to track whoever did this down if Kaneki wasn’t willing to be cooperative.

“You don’t need to know, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“So whoever did this isn’t dead? Got it.” That’s the only lead he needed.

“You look like shit,” Kaneki sighed.

“I’m not sure someone who just had his guts spilling out should be a judge of that.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“Three to be exact.”

There was a tense silence for a few beats, Kaneki’s lips pressed together in deep contemplation.

“I venture you haven’t eaten in that time either?”

Hide said nothing and Kaneki got up to face him. Had Kaneki always been this much taller than him? He precisely remembered being taller.

“Hide you can’t even stand properly, look at you.”

“A sight for sore eyes? I felt the implication.”

“You know that’s not what I mean Hide.”

“Do I really? I thought I knew a lot of things about you that don’t seem to align all that well with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hide’s mind was reeling. Everything was too much, he was too tired. His mind was blank and full all at the same time and for a moment he thought he went insane. And who wouldn’t really, in his situation.

“Forget it, it’s nothing. I’m tired, I’m not making sense.”

“No Hide, it’s not nothing. Is this about Touka?”

Hide flinched before he could suppress it and he saw realization dawn on Kaneki’s face.

“No. I don’t want to talk about this. Stop.”

“Hide-”

“No.”

“I don’t get what’s so upsetting, why do you feel so much animosity towards her?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Hide’s breathing was hard, his entire body strained in effort to hold back his emotions.

“Hide-”

“Enough. I don’t want you to rub in my face how much you love your wife. Go fuck yourself on her. I don’t care. I don’t-” he took a deep breath. “Just don’t come running to me when she’s too pregnant for you to fuck her.”

“Hide what are you-”

“Yeah, you think it’s simple? That you can lead me on and throw me away for the first girl that showed you her tits?” Hide’s breaths came in shuddering gasps. “You told me you loved me, I let you kiss me, take me. I-”

The silence between them was heavy with what lay unspoken beneath it.

“You told me you were going to end it. I asked you if you were sure and you said you were. You told me she didn’t meant to you what I meant.” Another pause as Hide tried futilely to recover himself. “You fed me all these lies and I let you have me every time. I still do.”

Hide’s chest felt tight, he was suffocating on all the emotions he hid behind his shutters, in a deep corner no one but himself was allowed into.

“She was pregnant Hide, what was I supposed to do?”

Hide looked away, unable to speak.

“Hide?”

“This is why I said I didn’t want to talk about it.” Simply. He took time, to rebuild every wall that crumbled, every defense that was brought down.

“Can I kiss you?” Kaneki’s voice was small but it was blown out of proportion in the silence of the room. To Hide it was deafening.

Hide snapped his head abruptly to meet Kaneki’s eyes. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Kaneki are you fucking listening to yourself? You’re a married man, I’m not starting an affair with you.” Hide stared at him, incredulous and hurt.

“I don’t love her.” Kaneki’s tone was patient, which infuriated Hide.

“And what? You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you’re not just horny right now?” Hide scoffed.

“No Hide, I love you.” Kaneki’s eyes held the intensity of the sun as he willed him to understand. Hide sat there, petrified as Kaneki leaned closer, closer.

He was acutely aware of every second that passed, measured by his own rapid heart beat. It was when they started breathing the same air that Hide snapped out of his daze and pushed Kaneki back.

“No,” he panted, hand clutching his chest. “She doesn’t deserve this, as much as I dislike her.” Hide took a deep steadying breath before letting out in a small voice. “And neither do I.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking I-”

“It’s okay, just-” Hide clutched his chest tighter. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” Hide got up and stumbled to his room.

The second his head met the pillow he passed out, his chest clenching with emotions.

When he woke up his apartment was empty, when he dragged himself to the fridge he found his fridge stocked with an assortment of body parts and meat, the thigh missing.

He wondered how many weeks it’d take him to get through the emotional impact of this incident before Kaneki barged into his apartment again, with a new one.