#nishio x reader

[writing-fanics]

currently instrested in writing for tokyo ghoul

GN! or F! reader

will write angst/fluff/ smut (poorly written ill try my best).

I write for Ayato/Kaneki/Tsukiyama/Hide/Kuki Urie/Shirazu/Nishio/Arima/Uta/Yomo

also kaneki involves hide.

[arlerts-angel]

❝HOW CAN YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AGAIN?❞

this one's for those with fuckboy tendencies! you're their favorite game to play.

a/n: some of these may be out of character, don't worry — it's just for the fic! i really like how this came out regardless 😌 18+ MDNI

cw: various characters x afab!reader, mean!dom characters, porn with no plot, overstim (f), dacryphilia, penetrative sex (piv)

he knows you're sitting by your phone waiting for him to text.

he gets off on making you wait... it keeps you on your toes. it's a sick mindgame and he's the only one having fun.

he strings you along, leaving you on read for hours until his cock starts to ache. his hand won't satisfy him, though. he needs his oblivious little cocksleeve.

even he doesn't know why you let him fuck with your head like you do. maybe you're just as twisted as him for enjoying the way he toys with your mind (and body).

it's just that when he's good, he's just so good. he eats your pussy like it's his last meal. the way he swirls his tongue on your clit and fucks his fingers into you is criminal. the way he fucks you like you're nothing, too. there's not a drop of care for you when his cock bullies against your cervix, nor your overstimulated clit from your fourth orgasm.

the only thing he loves more than your cum on his sheets are your tears. he loves making you cry. "fuckin' crybaby. you can take it. 'm almost there." he groans. "too much–! 's too much... please–!" you cry. he grins devilishly at your whines before his face contorts. "fuck–!" he hisses and pulls out to cum on your ass.

he's terrible at aftercare, but he's kind enough to let you stay the night. "you know where the towels are if you wanna shower. try not to wake me up." he grumbles and gets into bed.

the next morning when you get home, he's already texting you.

"you left and didn't say bye?"

aw. maybe he does care.

tetta kisaki, light yagami, eren jaeger, hanma shuji, nishio nishiki, ayato kirishima, zeke jaeger, bertholdt hoover, connie springer, jean kirstein, suguru geto, toji fushiguro

[pillow-anime-talk]

injured s/o.

synopsis: You were a bit clumsy, but luckily your partner knew first aid. But they had to be careful because both of you know... they were a ghoul.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; light romance; a bit of drama; also slight fluff; human!reader; mention of blood and wounds; maybe suggestive

includes: gender neutral reader ft. shuu tsukiyama, ken kaneki, touka kirishima, rize kamishiro, ayato kirishima & nishiki nishio {tokyo ghoul}

— SHUU

↘ He instantly smells your delicious blood and almost cries at the sight of the knife covered in red liquid and the onions that were supposed to be part of your disgusting human dinner.

↘ He’s trying hard not to eat your tender, sweet flesh, but after a short breath, he finds a first aid kit and then scolds you from top to bottom. His touch is tender, even though you are well aware that Shuu is holding back all his senses from killing and eating you. He’s a simple man, a bloodthirsty ghoul, so don’t be shocked. Of course he won’t hurt you, but... you never know.

↘ After applying the bandage, he’ll probably lick his fingers to taste your blood, and he feels as if he’s reached the highest level of ecstasy. 

↘ Your blood tastes like the sweetest chocolate, the ripest peach, the best wine, like coffee from the most expensive beans. He almost faints at the thought of you being filled with this dark ruby and delicious ambrosia.

↘ “... Thank you for your help, Shuu-kun.” You smile slightly, touching his arm with your hand. The man just nods, kissing your forehead, then disappears from your view as he enters the bathroom to take a cool shower and calm his farious thoughts.

— KEN

↘ Black Reaper doesn’t show affection to others, unless we are talking about his beloved partner. Then it’s completely different, still dangerous and uncertain, but with you, Kaneki takes off the mask of a dark, vulgar and cruel ghoul.

↘ “May I come in?” He asks softly as your small apartment starts to smell of your sweet like honey blood. Ken tightens his fingers on the doorknob and then enters the room as soon as you let him. One drop of blood escapes from your index finger. You cut yourself with a piece of paper while writing an essay. You look uncertainly at the black-haired man, but you don’t see any negative lust in his eyes. On the contrary, Ken looks worried. “Everything’s all right, love?”

↘ You reply that it’s just a scratch and that you’re fine. Your boyfriend offers you a bandage though, and you smile at him, lightly pressing his body against yours.

↘ “Thank you.” You reply quietly, and he only wonders why. That he didn’t kill you? That he didn’t tear your body in half? That you’re still alive? “... Thank you for being there for me.” His eyes close and he snuggles tighter against your weak, human body.

— TOUKA

↘ Touka is calm and the first thing she will think of is hydrogen peroxide and bandage. She’s not interested in your body, though of course your blood smells like a field of orchids and poppies. This fragrance evokes sentimental memories in her mind.

↘ She examines your wound with the greatest tenderness, and then, equally calmly and without haste, cleans it of any dirt and puts on a professional lint. Her gaze expresses many emotions, none of which are related to her ghoul nature.

↘ “Better now, Y/N?” Dark-haired girl asks calmly, while her hand squeezing yours. You nod your head a bit in response to her brief question and she smiles softly. “Would you like some coffee?” She asks another question, and you nod once more, thanking her for help.

↘ Tonight was full of tenderness and assurances that Touka would never hurt you.

— RIZE

↘ He behaves similarly to Tsukiyama, maybe even worse. The sight of your blood is like a lighter to spilled gasoline. She can’t control herself and runs away as far as possible so as not to hurt you. After all, you are her beloved lover, her little treasure. She can’t afford such a disgusting moment of frailty.

↘ You bandage yourself and expect her return, even though you know it may take several days.

↘ Rize is disgustingly weak when it comes to you; after all you are her greatest drug and probably if she only tasted a drop of your blood or was in the same room with you for a bit longer, she would definitely throw herself at you.

↘ The relationship with her is quite dangerous, but you feel happy with her. Maybe it’s stupid and life threatening, but you really can’t imagine your own life without this beautiful and graceful woman.

— AYATO

↘ He snorts with laughter when your apartment starts to smell like blood. When he enters the bathroom, he sees that you’ve cut yourself shaving and a few drops of blood run down your still wet skin.

↘ “If a razor beats you that much, then seriously consider my proposal to turn you into a ghoul, kitten.” The sarcasm in his voice is strong and you just roll your eyes. You quickly wash the wounds with a cotton swab and water, then find the plaster.

↘ “You know very well that I am the biggest enjoyer of fried rice with vegetables and lasagna. There is no way I will give up these human goods to eat human flesh.” You grimaced at the thought, which made the black-haired man laugh lightly one more time. “You should help me instead of laughing, dumb boy.”

↘ “Hmm... Nope, nah.” He waved at you and then went back to watching TV, calmly waiting for you to come over and lie down next to him.

— NISHIKI

↘ He cares a lot about you; you are the most important person in his life, so the sight of your tear-stained face and chafes on your knees from falling down the stairs is a hard sight for him.

↘ So he takes you into his arms and leads you to the bedroom, where he treats your wounds with the greatest precision with disinfectant spray and bruise ointment. He talks to you a lot during this moment, almost forgetting that he is a ghoul. For sure, a few years ago he would have jumped on you without much thought, just to end your suffering.

↘ Afterwards, he smiles slightly and offers to order you something good to eat to make you feel better. You’ll agree, although you’re asking for a moment of tenderness and a few kisses. 

↘ You’re definitely too cute.

[xdarkestdesirex]

Calamity Masterlist

Calamity (n.) a great misfortune or disaster

You think you're just like every other 18-year-old girl: just starting college, living alone, and working at a cute cafe. Except you aren't, because you're a ghoul. Trying your best to blend into a world that isn't your own, and then you meet him. Hide. He's unlike anyone you've ever met, and you slowly fall for him. But will it ever work between the two of you? He's human, and you're not.

This writing contains highly sensitive topics like violence, gore, mental illness, talk of suicide, death, smut, and other mature themes. If you click keep reading, you're agreeing to reading something that’s potentially triggering. Reader discretion is advised.

This is a Hide x female reader, and this fanfiction story will be based STRICTLY on the mangas, including the novels. There will be spoilers, so if you still need to read the mangas or watch the anime, please use caution when reading. I won't have a spoiler alert for chapters because this is it here. Every chapter has potential spoilers, depending on how far you are in the storyline. If you've only watched the anime, then some things in this story may differ from what you remember.

The plot of Tokyo Ghoul and the characters are not mine. They all belong to Sui Ishida.

I don't allow anyone to copy my story, publish it on other platforms, or alter it as your own.

Total word count: 49,311

Volumes

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

In progress: Volume Five 40%

Current word count: 4,105

Updates will be published FIRST on my Quotev account. If you want to read the next Volume as soon as it’s published then that’s the place to do it!

This post was last updated on 5/15/25

[desisailormoon]

Hey y’all! My server and I are making a Tokyo Ghoul themed cards against humanity game! Give us any ideas for white and black cards please:

🤍 White Cards (needs 500):

if someone were to write a novel about my life, it would surely be [black card]

Not to play Dove’s advocate but if ghouls [black card] then humans should have the means to [black card]

I’m not the one who’s wrong, what’s wrong is [black card].

(black card) is so delicious, its tantilizing.

Something you don't want to find in your warm cup of Anteiku coffee.

Just one bite please.

The perfect ending to a nice evening is [black card].

The delicacy amidst all the extremeness is [black card]

How the CCG is going to bring down Aogiri

Kaneki Ken did [black card] wrong

We have to do [black card] deep, so it leaves a [black card]

Centipedes in my ears, a bucket of fingers and toes

All the disadvantaged in this world stems from [black card]

🖤 Black Cards (needs 100):

Super peace

Dashing away from my problems

Taking a man out to eat his intenstines

Centipedes in my ear

A blood sugar cube

Murder

Tokyo Ghoul Muppet Episode

Big Madam

jar of pickled eyeballs

a stolen car

ghoul-on-ghoul cannibalism

[gingernut1314]

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.

Next ->

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

You always felt there was something strange about Nishiki.

He’s a year above you, him being a junior and you a sophomore at Kamii University.

The first time you ever saw him was when the pharmacy department hosted an informational seminar for first and second-year students.

The department head wanted to encourage more students to join their department, thus recruiting Nishiki and a few other upperclassmen to give the seminar.

Your class just so happened to be chosen first.

As a biology major, you were more so focused on your dream of becoming a medical doctor more so than a pharmacist.

From your knowledge, it was mainly chemistry majors that were most likely to pursue careers as pharmacists since the profession requires adept chemical application.

Chemistry has never been your best subject and probably never will be.

—-

“So that completes the seminar. If you have any questions, you can direct them to the department chair or see one of us after class. Thank you for your time and attention.”

Nishiki announced to the class just before it was dismissed for the afternoon. He was disconnecting his laptop from the Promethean board when you strolled up to him.

His honey-golden eyes drunk in your frame from behind his glasses and he gave you a light smile.

“Have a question?”

A bit timidly, you nodded your head. “I’d like to learn more about the pharmacy program, if you have the time.”

Nishiki seemed a bit surprised - did his lackluster lecture on his chosen career actually inspire someone? 

“Sure. Meet me at the library in about fifteen minutes.”

—--

On that day, you officially switched your concentration from ‘pre-medicine’ to ‘pre-pharmacy.’

Sometimes you questioned your decision, but Nishiki always made sure to reassure you that you'd made an excellent choice for your future.

When your class schedule for the semester was printed, your eyes almost bulged out your head at how many additional chemistry classes and labs had been added to your course load.

Not gonna lie, the first thought that crossed your mind was to go straight back to the registrar and have her change you back.

That was until you bumped into Nishiki on the way back to your dorm.

“You seem distraught. What's the matter?” He asked genuinely with those citrine eyes full of concern.

“Oh, Nishiki! Sorry, I was just looking over my new schedule. My fucking advisor added all these damn chem classes and I-I just don't know if I can do this.” You sighed heavily.

The wind began whipping heavily around around you both, making your hair rustle and Nishiki stepped forward to shield you with his body.

The large, orange and black scarf wrapped around his neck unraveled before you knew what was happening, its thick warmth now enveloping your own neck. 

Heat radiated throughout your neck and you found yourself deeply inhaling the scent of Nishiki's cologne.

“Thank you, but…”

“It's going to be cold out today. I don't need you getting sick on me. We still have that organic midterm to study for, yeah?”

He titled his head to the side, eyes slanting into small slits as he smiled at you. 

You thought he looked really cute like this.

“Oh, right, right. Your place as usual?” 

“Mhmm.”

—-

The first time that Nishiki brought you over to his house, you were astonished.

He told you that he'd been living alone since his older sister passed away and that he supported himself financially using student loans and his job at Anteiku, the coffee shop that he frequently brought you lattes from.

Funnily enough, you would always see him sipping on a latte or a canned coffee but you rarely ever saw him eat anything when it was just the two of you.

You probably should have exercised more awareness since you do live in a world where humans and ghouls coexist, but never once did it cross your mind that Nishiki might be one.

—-

Tonight was another night where the temperature outside had reached to just a few degrees below freezing.

You'd been with Nishiki all afternoon after classes let out. To study for your next chemistry exam.

Since it was so cold outside and likely to snow, Nishiki asked if you'd like to stay the night and he'd drive you back to campus in the morning.

You agreed, of course.

The fire crackled beside you as you huddled inside a large, thick red blanket. Nishiki was in the kitchen making you both a steaming cup of coffee.

He was taking quite a long time, so you decided to check up on him and see if he needed any help.

“Hey Nish, I-”

Your mouth dropped open at the sight before you.

Nishiki's slender frame was bent over the open refrigerator. The pale orange light from the door made a 45° arc across the linoleum kitchen floor.

“Hmm, something wrong, Y/N?” 

He drawled lazily, lifting his head out of the fridge and turning towards you, a cocky grin on his bloody lips.

Red irises with black sclera.

“Y-you're a…” 

Your voice wavered in fear, making Nishiki tilt his head to the side in that same way that you always found so adorable…

…But right now he looked nothing less than sinister.

Before you realized it, you were running. You knew that it would be fruitless - he's a ghoul, no doubt he'll catch up to you in an instant. 

It took him literally no effort to grab you around the waist and pull your back into his chest, making your bottom collide with his pelvic region.

Is he…is he hard from seeing you cower in fear of him? 

“Shh, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.” Nishiki whispered right beside your ear.

In your haste, the collar of your sweater had slipped down, revealing your warm s/c flesh to his hungry eyes.

He poked his nose into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, taking a large whiff and then sighing loudly in pleasure. 

“You always smell so damn good.”

“Please, Nishiki…just let me go. I won't tell anyone that I know…”

“So what if you did tell?” He barked out a sarcastic laugh. “Doesn't make me any difference, Y/N."

Without even a grunt, Nishiki scooped you up bridal style and brought you back out to the living room.

He laid you back gently on the blanket and situated himself between your legs.

“Oh? What's the matter, you look a little needy, Y/N?” He regarded you with excruciating detail - examining every inch of your beautiful face.

Your bottom lip quivered just slightly as you felt your panties moisten from the position that you were in - Nishiki staring you down with his kakugan, knees spreading your thighs open for him, and that heavenly scent of cologne on him.

You want him.

“You like that shit, huh? Like my eyes? Or is it the fact that I can easily overpower you and have you trembling underneath me like you are right now?” 

He was hovering over you now, face inches from yours as all you could see was red, literally.

A tongue licked up your neck.

“Don't worry; like I said, you don't have to worry about me eating you. At least…not in that way.” 

----

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[kaithesillygoose]

Nishiki Nishio headcanons because i need him WHATTT who saaid thattt :0

Includes: Fluff, angst, NO SMUT, neutral

o Found it really hard to adjust to living as a 'normal' member of society after living on the streets most of his life, especially then having to navigate a humans world as a ghoul.

o MAAAAJOR trust issues - grew up with 'every ghoul for themselves' and is struggling to get past it - but he is improving slowly

o will and has jumped at every and any sudden noise - especially to electrical/technology caused ones as he wasn't exposed to anything like that growing up

o doesn't celebrate his birthday because it was the same date his sister was killed, he doesn't see a reason to celebrate anything that day

o the dove who killed his parents is the same who killed his sister, and is hoping to get four for four.

o always stands where he can see everyone in the room and at least two possible exits - nervous habit he can't seem to shake

o always loots the bodies of people he kills, which was at first something he did when he was on the streets but now does subconsciously

o panic attacks.

o has sensory issues - bright lights, loud noises, busy places ect - wireless headphones are his best friend

o after he had fed from Kimi, he apologised for days over and over and over and over and over and had been expecting her to break up with him. He had been distancing himself from her until she confronted him and was genuinely confused when she didn't want to turn him over to the doves

o both craves the familiarity of the environments he lived in on the streets and avoids them as best he can as he can't healthily cope with the overwhelming emotion the memories cause him

o gets nightmares regularly

o sometimes scared to sleep and avoids it as long as he can just to avoid the nightmares when they get super bad

o has insomnia but if you get him to sleep when he’s comfortable mans is OUT

o bisexual (look me in the eyes and tell me his gayass is not a boy kisser)

o dyslexic (idk i just get vibes from him)

o Autistic (self projectionssss)

o always referred to as Ginger and has been compared to Ed Sheeran on multiple occasions (almost every day) (only by Touka) found it funny once. Now is ready to murder.

o lovess spiders. will pick them up and show them to people solely to scare them. he grew up where there was loads of bugs so he just isn't fazed anymore

o he tries his best to learn to cook for Kimi but holy fuck please do not let him

o do not let this man in a kitchen, ever. has accidentally burnt water and will do it again

o he isn’t the kind of person to yap, but if you get him to infodump, clear your whole afternoon he will spare no detail

o there's this one specific spot on the nape of his neck that if you fuss over when cuddling - oh goodness he melts! like purring/purring much louder instantly and body just completely relaxes

o was SO embarrassed when he first purred in front of Kimi, meanwhile she might have just fallen in love with this lanky idiot all over again

o he’s so touch starved

o if he falls asleep near/on you, then congratulations he trusts you a lot (especially if on)

o quality time (!!!!!)

[night-fall-moon]

Chapter 2: Regent

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The sound of skin to skin contact echoed throughout the meeting room. Pale skin becomes red as blood flows to the surface of it. A mild stinging pain could be felt, the feeling of embarrassment flooded his senses, but he kept a cool front. His poker face never faltered no matter how humiliated he was.

A sense of lingering anger and authority dropped from the hand that slapped the boy. His face filled with worry as his voice spoke out,

"A squad leader can't put his squad members' lives at risk." His voice was serious.

He was dead serious, and it showed not just through his expressions, but through his violent actions. He'd never once laid a hand on them no matter the circumstance, but he felt the need to express it this time to show that he was the one in charge for once and wouldn't be put down.

"It's dangerous to show our back to the enemy. I took the possibility of Orochi pursuing and attacking us from the rear into consideration." He defended himself.

He stared at Haise the whole time and asked him, "does that warrant a slap in the face?"

"You think you're so smart. Why else do you think I called for Haise? You would've died had it not been for me telling him as soon as we left to pursue Torso." Reina yelled at the foolish boy.

His ego got too big that he almost killed himself and the rest of his team all because of his selfish desires. Haise stood still as everything unveiled itself.

"Ghoul investigators must run even if their arms and legs are torn off!!" He raised his voice, veins popped out the side of his neck. His face contorted into one of worry.

"We'll have our chance as long as we're alive. What can we do if we're dead?!"

Sighing, Reina got in between both boys and put a hand on each of their shoulders. She pushed Urie away a bit and turned to face him.

"Urie I'm relieving you from duty as Squad Leader of the Quinx Squad." She stated.

Again Urie started arguing, he made sure his voice was heard when he said, "I find this unacceptable," but both of them didn't budge, instead Haise put his foot down and in an authoritative voice jibed, "it's an order."

Gritting his teeth Urie breathed heavily leaving a heavy suspenseful silence in his wake until he sneered at both of them, "but you're both ghouls..."

His eyes widened meanwhile the rest of the squad squeaked in surprise at his bold claim. How could he disrespect their mentors?! Shirazu wasted no time in beating some sense into the boy.

"You're a piece of shit!!" He yelled as he kicked the purple haired boy.

He continued to lecture the boy about how responsible and considerate their mentors were. How they both risked their lives for theirs. He tussled him around like a rag doll, Urie having no reaction to the treatment he was getting at the moment. Instead he looked behind him where Mutsuki was standing.

There the shy boy stood watching Shirazu manhandle Urie. Noticing that he was looking back he decided to speak up.

"Urie.. I.. I'd like you to apologize to Instructors Sasaki and Nakou."

"Shirazu let him go." Reina raised her hand in a stop motion.

Following her order he did so slowly. Looking back at his mentors he noticed that Haise was about to speak up.

"No matter what he says, my decision is final. Besides, I'm appointing Rank 3: Investigator Shirazu as Squad Leader." He pointed at the blonde.

Shirazu screeched and tried to protest. He had no idea what Sasaki was thinking, but this wasn't right. Him? Squad leader?! Those two things should never be in the same sentence. Haise reassured him that he'd teach him what it means to be a leader.

Turning to face the boy that was walking away he playfully hit him a small smile gracing his lips that didn't quite reach his ears.

"Urie. You keep disobeying me and I'll eat you! I'm a ghoul, remember?" He chuckled softly.

Having nothing else to say, the denoted boy just walked out the room. Noting Haise's weird behavior she walked behind him and patted his shoulder making him look down at her figure. She smiled weakly at him and left to follow after Urie.

She looked around everywhere and found him sitting on the couch by himself in the living room. Deciding to sneak up on him she quietly approached him and hugged him tightly against her chest. Startled at first he tried to pull her arms off of him until he heard the familiar sound of her voice reach his ears.

"Got ya." She tilted his head so he could look up at her.

Huffing he let her have her way with him. She let go and climbed over the couch to sit on the glass coffee table. Her small figure leaning back, strands of lilac hair letting loose from her messy bun.

"I'm going to make it quick since we have to wake up early tomorrow." She put it simply as she crossed her legs.

He looked her dead in the eye and motioned for her to get on with what she initially came here for.

"You need to learn to respect others, you know. If you keep up this rude attitude it won't make others like you. Now since I started living with you I've learned a few things." She started.

"You don't like sweets, so I don't know why you have that with you. Two you don't care for relationships, whether it's romantic or platonic it doesn't matter. You push those who care for you away all because of your personal goals." She sat upright and stood up walking behind the couch.

"Let me tell you from personal experience... you'd rather have friends or people you can call acquaintances than enemies. Why? Because you don't know when the last time you'll need them by your side is. If you have no one to be there for you, you'll feel lost." She leaned over it and whispered in his ear,

"I know you don't care about these mundane matters, but it'll come and bite you back in the ass. Especially if you mess with the wrong people." She breathed out and turned around to leave.

"And who would those people be?" His voice echoed throughout the vacant room.

The girl stood glued in her place.

"Since I started living with you I've learned a few things." He mocked.

She turned around and smirked.

"Yeah? Like what?" She taunted.

"You've been acting up since you moved in. Not a single time have you actually acted yourself. This little vulgar act you're putting up isn't fooling anyone. Who are you? Is the real question, Reina Nakou." His voice dripped of venom.

She smiled at his words and walked up to pat his cheek.

"I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, darling."

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Special Chapter 2

First time with Y/N meeting her Yanderes Nishiki, Amon, and Yomo!

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Nishiki sat perched on the roof of (Y/N)’s old apartment building, a place he had visited often since she had disappeared. His eyes scanned the streets below, though his focus wasn’t truly on the hustle and bustle of the 20th ward. He was here again, as he had been countless times before, simply trying to recapture something—a feeling, a memory. The scent of (Y/N) still lingered faintly in the air, like a whisper from the past, teasing him with reminders of days gone by. Even though she was long gone, that trace of her scent kept him grounded, like an anchor to a memory he couldn’t let go of.

The rooftop was quiet, and Nishiki allowed himself a moment of peace, savoring the familiar sensation of the wind against his skin, mixed with that faint, sweet fragrance that reminded him of (Y/N)’s presence. It was one of those rare scents that didn’t overpower you but instead gently wrapped itself around you, like a soft embrace. And, just like that embrace, Nishiki couldn’t help but long for more, even though he knew it was impossible.

He exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of his thoughts. Despite everything that had happened—her disappearance, his own transformation—he still couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of him was missing. It had always been her. It would always be her. He couldn’t understand why she had to leave, but the more he tried to make sense of it, the more the ache grew.

The sound of footsteps on the pavement broke his reverie, and Nishiki’s nose twitched instinctively. A familiar, sweet scent filled the air once more. His head snapped in the direction of the smell, and he caught sight of her—a small, unassuming girl standing by the College of Medicine entrance. Her presence was undeniable, as though the very air around her hummed with warmth. Nishiki blinked, trying to shake off the rush of emotions that flooded his senses. He hadn’t expected to encounter someone like her, especially not today.

A rush of saliva pooled in his mouth as the scent hit him. It was just like (Y/N)’s—soft, sweet, with an undertone of something else. It was intoxicating. He wiped his mouth quickly, forcing himself to stay composed. He wasn’t here to get distracted, but he couldn’t help himself. The girl was almost too perfect, like a beautiful, fleeting dream. It reminded him of the first time he had met (Y/N)—a moment that had caught him completely off guard. This girl’s presence was the same, and Nishiki had no idea what it was about her that drew him in so powerfully.

He steadied his breath, doing his best to focus on the task at hand. He was waiting for his student—his new mentee—for the semester. The girl, whom he assumed was the one he was waiting for, approached him with a small smile that felt warm despite its simplicity. She was the kind of person who had no need to announce her presence; she simply radiated calm and kindness.

“Excuse me, are you Nishiki Nishio?” The girl’s voice was soft but clear, carrying the same gentle warmth as her smile.

Nishiki turned around slowly, forcing himself to remain calm. He wasn’t sure what it was, but something about her demeanor made him instinctively lower his guard. Her voice was pleasant—unremarkable in its gentleness—but the way it wrapped around him almost made him forget where he was for a moment.

“Yes, that’s me,” Nishiki replied, his voice steady. He forced a neutral expression. “Are you my student for the semester?”

The girl smiled again, and Nishiki’s heart skipped a beat. There was no mistaking the familiarity of her smile, but it wasn’t quite the same as (Y/N)’s. It was a little more reserved, not as open or radiant, but it was still enough to make his chest tighten in some strange way.

“Yes, I am,” she said with a slight nod. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you, Nishiki.”

Nishiki’s heart faltered. He blinked several times, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. The name alone was enough to stop him cold. (Y/N). It wasn’t the same (Y/N), of course—it couldn’t be. But the way she introduced herself with such ease, the soft but confident way she spoke, it reminded him so much of the woman who had left an indelible mark on his life. He tried to push away the overwhelming surge of emotion, but it was difficult to ignore.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he forced himself to focus. He wasn’t about to let himself be thrown off guard. Not now. Not when this was the moment he had been waiting for.

“It’s nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Nishiki said, his voice a little softer than usual. He cleared his throat before continuing. “If you need anything, feel free to contact me. Let me grab your number so I can reach out to you if necessary.”

(Y/N) tilted her head slightly but didn’t hesitate. She handed him her phone with a practiced motion, a small, neutral smile playing on her lips. There was no overt warmth in her smile, but something about the way she held herself spoke volumes about her personality—calm, kind, yet detached in a way that was both comforting and slightly distant. He took her phone and entered his number, his fingers brushing against hers for just a moment. It was a brief connection, but it was enough to send a small jolt of energy through him.

She typed in his number and handed the phone back to him, her smile still faint but genuine.

“There,” she said, “I’ll be sure to reach out if I need anything. Thank you for being my mentor this semester.”

Nishiki stood up straighter, his hands twitching with the urge to hold on to the moment just a little longer. He nodded slowly, trying to compose himself.

“I’m glad to be working with you, (Y/N). I’ll do my best to guide you through the semester,” he said, his voice betraying a slight hint of emotion. His mind raced as he looked at her, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more. His thoughts were clouded by the overwhelming pull of her presence, the way she made him feel as if she had always been part of the world he inhabited, even if he hadn’t realized it.

(Y/N) nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes scanning the area briefly before returning her focus to him. There was something about her, something he couldn’t quite place. She was beautiful in her own way—unassuming, quiet, but there was a warmth beneath the calm that made her seem more familiar than she had any right to be.

As they parted ways, Nishiki felt a strange ache in his chest. He had always been drawn to (Y/N), even when she had been a fleeting memory of someone long past. This (Y/N) was not the same woman, but the resemblance—both in name and presence—was uncanny. A strange, yet comforting, feeling settled in his stomach. He found himself wanting more time with her, wanting to learn more about who she was, what made her tick.

He didn’t know what it was about her that made him feel so drawn to her, but he couldn’t stop himself. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn’t just a passing infatuation—it was something deeper, something he couldn’t ignore.

Nishiki jumped from the rooftop with an unexpected sense of urgency, his heart pounding with a mixture of frustration and desire. He moved quickly, his form blending into the shadows as he jumped from one rooftop to the next, propelled by the need to understand more, to get closer to (Y/N).

He found himself standing on the roof of her new apartment building, overlooking the entrance with a watchful eye. His hackles were raised, though he couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason for his unease. There was something about this place—the air felt thick, dangerous, as if it was filled with more than just the scent of humans. He sniffed again, his senses working in overdrive, but there was no sign of her.

Nishiki scowled, his eyes narrowing as he thought about how much longer he’d have to wait. He didn’t care about the Doves or the strength of the forces around him. All he cared about was getting closer to (Y/N), to truly understand her, to see how much of the person she used to be was still there.

He let out a low growl before leaving the rooftop. He had learned to be patient in his time, but the more he thought about (Y/N), the more he realized that his patience was wearing thin. He wouldn’t wait forever. He couldn’t. ・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・・。・。・

Amon Koutarou sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, his broad shoulders hunched over the small coffee table in front of him. In his hands, he held a tattered photograph. His thumb traced the edges of the image, frayed and torn, a sign of how often it had been handled. The photograph was of (Y/N), her warm smile radiant as she stood in the sunlight. A second figure had been beside her in the original image, but Amon had ripped it out long ago, unable to tolerate seeing Arima next to her. Arima didn’t deserve to stand beside her. No one did—except, perhaps, Amon himself.

He sighed heavily, leaning back into the creaking chair, the photo still clutched in his hand. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the city outside. The emptiness was suffocating, and the weight of his memories pressed heavily on his chest. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. No matter how much time passed, the thought of (Y/N) consumed him. He closed his eyes, the photo trembling slightly in his grasp, as the memories of their first meeting came rushing back.

The day he first met her had started as just another mission. Amon had been working under Mado at the time, a man whose sharp instincts and relentless pursuit of ghouls often left little room for error. They had been called to investigate a recent ghoul attack in a quiet residential area. The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and the streets were eerily silent as they walked through the aftermath.

“Amon, I’ll take this side,” Mado instructed, gesturing toward the north end of the street. “You handle the south.”

“Yes, sir,” Amon replied, gripping his quinque tightly as he moved toward his assigned area. The sight of bloodied debris and claw marks on the walls was all too familiar. His eyes scanned the scene methodically, searching for any sign of survivors or clues about the ghoul responsible.

As he rounded a corner, he noticed a faint trail of blood leading into a narrow alleyway. His grip on his weapon tightened as he followed the trail, his senses on high alert. At the end of the alley, slumped against the wall, was a figure. Amon froze, his breath catching in his throat. It was a young woman, her body battered and bloodied, her clothes torn and stained. For a moment, he thought she was dead, but then he noticed the faint rise and fall of her chest.

He approached cautiously, his heart pounding as he knelt beside her. She looked so small, so fragile, yet there was something about her that struck him. Her features, though marred by injuries, were undeniably soft and delicate. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered faintly as if she were caught between consciousness and the darkness threatening to take her.

“Miss,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle for a man who had spent years in the harsh world of ghoul extermination. She didn’t respond. His eyes scanned her injuries—a deep gash across her abdomen, numerous cuts on her arms and legs. She needed help, and quickly.

Amon tore strips of fabric from her torn clothing to create makeshift bandages. His hands moved with a steady precision, but his mind was racing. Who was she? What had happened to her? And why was he feeling this overwhelming need to protect her? He couldn’t afford to be distracted, but the sight of her stirred something in him he couldn’t quite place.

Once he had stopped the worst of the bleeding, Amon removed his coat and draped it over her trembling form. He adjusted it carefully, ensuring she was covered, as though the act of shielding her would somehow keep her safe from whatever horrors had brought her to this state. As he worked, his eyes caught on her hand. It was small and delicate, her fingers bare. The sight of her ringless hand sent a pang of relief through him, though he quickly chastised himself for the thought. What was he doing, thinking about something so inappropriate in a situation like this?

“Amon!” Mado’s voice cut through the silence, jolting him from his thoughts.

He straightened, lifting the woman into his arms. “I found someone!” he called back, his voice firm.

Mado appeared at the mouth of the alley, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. “She’s alive?”

“Barely,” Amon replied. “But she’ll make it.”

Mado nodded curtly. “Good. Let’s get her out of here.”

Amon carried her carefully as they made their way back to the main road. She was light in his arms, her head resting against his chest. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt a strange sense of peace despite the chaos around them. He glanced down at her face, taking in her soft features and the way her hair framed her bruised skin. He didn’t know her name, didn’t know anything about her, but he felt a pull toward her that he couldn’t ignore.

Back in the present, Amon opened his eyes, staring down at the photograph in his hands. It was the only image of her he had, and he had spent countless hours staring at it, memorizing every detail. Her smile, her eyes, the way she seemed to radiate warmth even in a still image—it was all seared into his memory. He regretted tearing Arima out of the picture, though he had done it in a fit of jealousy. Seeing Arima next to her had been unbearable. That spot should have been his.

He leaned back in his chair, the photograph trembling slightly as his grip on it tightened. He hated himself for not telling her how he felt when he had the chance. He had been too focused on his duty, too afraid of crossing the invisible lines he had drawn for himself. Now, all he could do was cling to the memories of her and wonder what might have been.

Amon’s jaw tightened as a wave of longing washed over him. He wanted to see her again, to hold her, to tell her everything he had never been brave enough to say. He wanted to hear her laugh, to watch her smile light up a room, to feel the warmth of her presence beside him. But she was gone, and he was left with nothing but an empty apartment and a photograph that was beginning to fade.

He carefully smoothed out the edges of the photograph, as though the act of preserving it could somehow preserve her memory. He couldn’t let it deteriorate. It was all he had left of her. The thought of losing even that small connection to her was unbearable.

As he sat there, the weight of his feelings pressing down on him, Amon made a silent promise to himself. He would find her again. He didn’t know how or when, but he wouldn’t let her slip away completely. Until then, he would hold onto the photograph and the memories they had shared, keeping them alive in his heart.

For now, it would have to be enough. ・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・・。・。・

Yomo sat in his dimly lit room, the faint hum of the city outside barely registering in his ears. In his hands rested a scarf—a simple, unassuming piece of fabric. Yet it meant everything to him. It was hers. Y/N’s. She had left it behind during one of their brief and fleeting encounters. Whether it had been an accident or a deliberate act, he couldn’t say. What mattered was that it still carried her scent, faint now but unmistakably hers.

He brought the scarf to his face, pressing it against his nose as though the scent alone could fill the void she had left. His expression remained unreadable, as it always did, but his mind churned. Yomo wasn’t the type to dwell on anything for long. His life as a ghoul had taught him to keep moving forward, to let go of unnecessary attachments. And yet, Y/N lingered in his mind like an ache that refused to fade.

Setting the scarf down on his lap, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. His thoughts wandered to the first time he had seen her, the memory as vivid now as the night it had happened.

It had been late, the rain falling in steady sheets as Yomo prowled through the city. He moved like a shadow, silent and unseen, his crimson eyes scanning the dark alleyways for any sign of prey. Hunger gnawed at him, but he was patient. He always was.

That was when he saw her.

At the far end of a narrow alley, she stood with her back to the wall. Two children clung to her coat, their small frames trembling as they hid behind her. Yomo slowed his steps, his sharp gaze taking in the scene. The children weren’t human—he could tell that much at a glance. They were ghouls, terrified and vulnerable. And yet, this human girl stood between them and danger, shielding them with her body as though she could protect them.

“Move,” Yomo said, his voice low and even.

The children flinched at the sound of his voice, their wide eyes darting to the man standing in the shadows. But Y/N didn’t move.

“They’re just kids,” she said, her tone calm despite the fear he could see flickering in her eyes. “If you’re going to do anything, do it to me.”

Yomo’s brow furrowed slightly beneath his mask. “You’re protecting them? Do you even know what they are?”

Her gaze shifted briefly to the children, a flicker of warmth softening her features. “It doesn’t matter what they are,” she replied. “They’re alive. That’s all that matters.”

Yomo raised an eyebrow. Humans didn’t usually act like this. Most would run or scream, their terror sharp and bitter in the air. But she stood her ground, facing him with a steady calmness that was almost unnerving.

He activated his kagune, the crimson tendrils unfurling like ribbons behind him. The children whimpered, clutching at her coat.

“Run,” Yomo said, his voice sharp. “Now.”

The children hesitated, looking up at Y/N for reassurance. She nodded, giving them a small smile. “Go. It’ll be okay.”

With that, they turned and fled, their footsteps echoing down the alley.

Y/N let out a quiet breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rain.

Yomo deactivated his kagune, his gaze fixed on her. She was trembling now, though she tried to hide it.

“Why would you risk yourself for them?” he asked, his tone less sharp this time.

She shrugged, her expression unreadable. “If I’m gone, no one will notice. At least this way, I’d have done something that mattered.”

Her words struck him harder than they should have. He had heard similar sentiments before, but coming from her, they carried a weight he couldn’t explain.

“Who says no one would notice?” he asked quietly.

She tilted her head, studying him with those sharp, unflinching eyes. “Why would it matter to you?”

Yomo hesitated. He wasn’t sure why it mattered. But it did.

“Everyone deserves to be remembered,” he said finally. “Even humans.”

Her lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “That’s an odd thing for a ghoul to say.”

She stepped closer, her movements cautious but deliberate. Her hand reached out, brushing against his mask.

Yomo didn’t move, allowing her to lift it just enough to reveal his mouth. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his face as though trying to decipher some unspoken truth. Then, leaning forward, she pressed a small, soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

The gesture was so unexpected that he froze. Before he could respond, a voice echoed down the alley.

“Hey! Who’s there?”

The beam of a flashlight cut through the darkness, and Y/N immediately stepped back. Yomo pulled his mask down, his kagune flaring to life once more.

“A dove,” he muttered, his gaze darting to the figure approaching.

He turned back to her, their eyes meeting one last time. There were a hundred things he wanted to say, but there was no time.

“Until next time,” he said quietly, disappearing into the shadows.

The memory faded, leaving Yomo with a hollow ache in his chest. He glanced down at the scarf in his lap, running his fingers over the fabric. It was the only tangible reminder he had of her, and he wasn’t about to let it slip away.

Carefully, he folded the scarf and placed it in a sealed bag. He tucked it into the drawer beside his bed, ensuring it was hidden away where no one else could find it.

His thoughts drifted to the house he was preparing, a quiet place far from the chaos of the city. It wasn’t ready yet, but it didn’t matter. When the time came, Y/N would come home. She had to.

Yomo leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. He didn’t know how long he could keep waiting, but he would. For her, he would wait as long as it took.

And when she did return, he’d make sure no one else got in the way. Uta, Touka—anyone who dared to come between them would be dealt with.

Y/N deserved peace. And Yomo was determined to give it to her, no matter what it cost him.

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Love and Hunger pt. 4

Summary: The raid on Anteiku is in full swing and you foolishly run into the mix.

Content: Female reader x Hide Nagachika, ghoul reader, shy reader, takes place during seasons 1-2 (Aogiri Tree, Kaneki spoilers, Anteiku Raid Arc)

Word Count: 1.9K

Song: "Doing It" by Charli xcx

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Snow blinded you as you ran. Ran so long and so hard every pull of the cold air bit at your lungs. 

Stupid. It’d been stupid to run after Touka the way you had. You’d lost her a while back and for it earned a squad of Doves chasing after you. Had earned the sharp edge of a quinque to the side that was all but refusing to heal. 

Slow. You had always been a slow healer. It’s why you were more of a vulture when it came to hunting--to fighting. You were not as fast, not as strong, not as powerful and you were going to die because of it. 

You slipped in the snow, a pained yelp falling from your lips as the fall burned at your wound. 

The too close shouting of the squad that had been following you sounded in the air as you struggled to get off your side. As you tried to pull yourself to your knees. 

Dead. You were so dead and yet, as snow cut at your skin and numbed your body, you couldn’t find it within you to be angry. 

Maybe you deserve this. No. No you knew you did because while you weren’t strong or fast or clever, you had still killed. Had still destroyed lives and hurt people. 

You were still a monster and monsters were weeded out of this world. 

Boots crunching in the snow had your body tensing. Had you been preparing for whatever end was to meet you. 

A pair of gloved hands grabbed you and despite your weavery acceptance of death, you still screamed. Still wiggled and thrashed about. Still bared your teeth and flashed your red and black eyes at your attacker. 

“It’s me! It’s okay, it’s me!” You whipped your head around, still as wild as a caged dog, to find the face of the too familiar voice. To find Hide there, holding you. Hide who was dressed up like your advantage CCG foot soldier. 

Hide--Hide who was taking in your monstrous eyes and smiling as if it was just any other day. 

“It’s me.” You felt shame wash through you at the fact he was seeing you this way, but your shame was quickly over power by the panic that took you hold by the throat. 

“No, no, no. What are you doing here?” You begged, grabbing hold of what you could of his uniform. 

“I could ask you the same thing.” He teased. A playful demeanor he shouldn’t be having at a time like this. “Keep quiet.” He whispered as the Doves swarmed closer. Hide picked you up, sending your wound screaming, and rushed off down a nearby alleyway. 

He rushed through the door of a neighboring business, a restaurant by the looks of it, and crouched behind one of the prepping tables. He placed you gently to the ground, rich eyes full of so much concern for you as he looked over your wounds. 

“How bad is it?” He asked, fingers gently lifting the ripped bit of your jacket so he could try to see it better. “You’ll heal right?” You were quick to snap away from him and curled in on yourself despite your wound screaming at you. You didn't want him to see you like this. Didn’t want him to see your eyes and other ghoulish features. “Is it bad?” He asked again more firmly, hand grabbing for your arm that you once more shoved away. 

“I’ll be fine.” You two sat in silence for a long while, your wound being to heal ever so slowly. 

“Let me see you. Please.” Hide asked. Hide begged. You held yourself tighter. 

“You already know what I am so just--” 

“Yes, but I want to see you.” Your eyes burned painfully. More painful than your wound ever could feel. 

“What? So you can point and call me a freak?” Again, silence fell over you two. A silence that ate away at your heart. 

“You really think I would do that?” He whispered. A whisper that sounded so--so sad. Like it hurt him that you might think that. 

You didn’t. Of course you didn’t think he truly would. 

“I’m horrifying. I--I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. How could I subject you to that?” Hide was once more quiet as if he was thinking long and hard about what you were saying. Quiet that was broken by the sound of him shuffling closer. 

Gloved fingers brushed your cheek still exposed to him. Fingers that moved to graze over the black veins spreading from your eye. Such gentle touch you couldn’t help but lean into. To let them guide you to face him, heart beating so fast in your chest as he finally saw the darkness you’d been hiding. 

Hide looked over your face for a long moment, his thumb never once stopping in its creasing of those black veins you had been taught to hate. 

“You’re,” He smiled that bright sunny smile of his and looked at you with such warm love and adoration you almost forgot about that self hatred. “Perfect.” Tears spilled from your eyes he was quick to wipe away.

“You…you really don’t have to pretend.” You croaked, making that smile of his only wider as he thought back to the first time you two had ever met. 

“I’m not. Promise. You’re perfect just the way you are.” You lunged at him, arms wrapping around his neck as the hollowness in your chest began to fill little by little. Hide was quick to hold you just as tight back. To bury his face in your neck and breathe a sigh of relief to hold you again. 

“I love you. God, I love you so much.” You cried, running your fingers through his dirty blond hair. 

“I love you too. I--I was scared I was never going to see you again.” You nodded into his neck, having felt all too much the same. 

Shouts from outside the restaurant you two were hold up in had your body tensing. 

The Doves. How on earth could you have forgotten about them? 

“They’ll kill you if--” You started, pulling away to find those brown eyes again. 

“Bite me.” You’re nose wrinkled at such a command. 

“Bite--no.” You snapped, making Hide sigh like it was an inconvenience that you wouldn’t take a chunk out of his flesh. 

“It’s gotta look like I fought you. So--scratch me then? Something nasty.” He pulled away a bit to turn his arm your way. 

“Hide, I am not going to hurt--”

“You’re right. You’re not going to hurt me. It’s okay.” You just stared at him like he’d gone crazy. Stared at him as those shouts grew closer. Hide stressed your name.

“I--I--okay.” Hide smiled reassuringly, thumb giving your cheek one more rub before giving you full access to his body. 

“Do your worst.” You huffed at his playfulness. 

“This isn't a joke.” You spoke, raising your hand up, strengthening nails ready to tear into the love of your life’s flesh. “I-I’m sorry,” Tears burned at your eyes again as you brought your nails down as hard and fast as you could. “I’m sorry!” You cried again as you felt nails dig into flesh. “I’m sorry!” Again as Hide gave a pained little sound he tried to choke down. “I’m so sorry. I-I’m sorry.” You looked in horror at the four, jagged lines running around his upper arm. At the blood that now stained his gray suit. 

“I-I’m sorry.” You weakly breathed, feeling his warm blood drip from your fingers. Blood that smells so--so nice. So fresh. Like spring rain. Like him. 

You wanted to taste that blood. Damn you the urge was so strong you almost did. 

Love and hunger. Hunger and love. Such a fine line between them, really, when you think about it.

You loved him so much you would die for him. You loved him so much you wanted him close. Loved him so much you wanted to sink your teeth into your flesh and savor the pleasurable taste of him. 

“It’s okay. Hey--hey, it’s okay.” He winced, grabbing for your blood covered hand and giving it a tight squeeze. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I wasn’t prepared, yeah?” You blinked at him. And blinked again to try and keep the tears from blurring your vision. To try and keep that gnawing hunger down. 

“What--Hide, what are you doing here?” You stressed, holding his hand just as tight back. 

“I’m here making sure those guys don’t kill you.” You shook your head at his words. 

“No. No, because I wasn’t supposed to be here till I ran after Touka. I was never here. You didn’t come here for me.” You pulled on his hand, bringing him just a bit closer so he could see just how scared you were for him. “Why are you here?” 

“I didn’t have a choice.” He shrugged. “Part of the job. A good “learning experience” is what they called it. I don’t think he meant this.” You couldn’t help the huff of amusement that filtered from your lips. The smallest laugh that had Hide smiling so softly at you. 

“Can’t you--can’t you just leave? You’re injured now.” You cringed a bit at his wound he seemed almost unbothered by. “Can’t you sit the rest of this out.” Hide’s smile faltered a bit and you knew he wasn’t just running about this battlefield for no reason. “Sit it out.” You tried to demand him, but your voice just came out small. Scared. 

“I can’t.” 

“Why?” Hide gave your hand another squeeze as determination etched itself onto his features. 

“Kaneki’s here.” Your fear turned to utter terror. Complete and utter terror because you had seen for yourself what Kaneki had become. 

“Hide--Hide, listen to me. Whatever Aogiri Tree did to him hurt him. Bad. It hurt his soul. He’s--he eats other ghouls, Hide. He’s hungry. Hungrier than me. Hungrier than Touka or any one of us.” Such determined seriousness fell over Hide’s face. A seriousness that scared you even more. “He’s hurt and he’ll hurt you because he won’t be able to see past it.” 

“He’s my friend.” Hide responded. Your heart twisted and jolted in your chest at the steadiness of his voice. Almost--almost like he had come here prepared to face death if he needed to. “I love him. And I’m going to try and help him. Just like how I’m going to try and help you now. Because I love you. I love you so much it's overwhelming.” Hide smiled. A smile that was so beautiful yet tore at your heart. 

“Please. Please don’t leav--” The door you two had escaped through earlier banged open. The sound of boots rushing in filled your ears and before you had time to even blink, Hide was grabbing for a weapon at his side and giving a mighty battle cry. 

He shoved you down, making a show of bringing that knife upward only to bring it down nowhere near your body. 

“Play dead.” And you did. You felt Hide’s body stumble away from you in mock fatigue. He spoke shakily to the Dove’s who tried to calm him down. Who told him good job before they’d slowly--so so slowly--left the restaurant you laid in. 

You laid there for hours.

Hours upon hours upon hours. 

You knew they were gone. Knew you were safe to leave and try to escape, but you just couldn’t move because in your gut you knew something horrible was going to happen. Something so bad you knew would leave you just as you were now; playing dead and unable to move a muscle.  Because all you could think about, all you could feel, was the dreadful realization that that had been the last time you were ever going to see him.

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