The first time he got the urge to run his fingers through Touka's soft-looking hair, Kaneki quickly withdraws his digits before it even twitched; she just delivered six broken ribs and a fractured shin to him on a silver platter, and she does not look like she's done with him yet.
The second time he got the urge to runs his fingers through Touka's thick locks, she had just came out of the shower, face a pale flush with her hair still dripping droplets onto the towel hung around her slim neck. She tells him as kindly as possible to get the fuck out of her way and stop blocking the hallway.
The third time he got the urge to runs his fingers through Touka's tousled hair, she had him in a headlock. Even though they've been training for the past hour, thoroughly covered in sweat and covered in dirt, he smells a faint whiff of strawberry but his nostrils gets filled with mud before the ghoul-in-training could confirm it.
The fourth time he got the urge to run his fingers through Touka's matted hair, he shoves it to the back of his mind because getting her to safety is more important; she is unconscious and Ayato is standing right over there.
The fifth time he got the urge to run his fingers through Touka's growing locks, he doesn't get to because her words pierce through him, the pain sharper and deadlier than Yamori's torture methods; at least he survived her punches.
The sixth time he got the urge to run his fingers through Touka's braided hair, she tackles him in a fierce hug and he spends the rest of the day hushing her cries of about time you came back, you bastard instead.
The seventh time he got the urge to run his fingers through Touka's elaborate hairdo, he does not stop himself from doing the deed; it's their wedding night and nobody can stop him from doing the thing he's been holding himself back from for the past aching years.
Unpinning the ridiculous amount of hair pins weaved into her hair, Touka complains she's about to receive all available broadcasts with the amount of metal Hinami adorned her hair with. Kaneki chuckles and continues to carefully undo his wife's hairdo. Her curled hair falls in waves and bounces, seemingly teasing the married ghoul.
He waits though; it will only take five more minutes. What's five minutes when he has been waiting for the past five years and more.
When finally all has cascaded, he threads his fingers carefully and gently through the curls, admiring the softness and beauty. His past imaginations does not do her hair justice.
Touka frowns at her husband's silence, wondering if her hair stinks or something; it's been a long day and she can't wait to get out of this wedding dress but she allows her Eyepatch to continue playing with her hair.
"Why do you seem so fascinated with my hair?" She voices her thoughts.
Her voice breaks him out of his reverie, making him blush a little at how much of a dork he is. "Well… I always wondered how your hair will feel like in my hands. They always look perfect to me, even after a day of ruthless training."
She does not see it but she definitely feels her face growing red from embarrassment; since when did he learn how to talk so smoothly?
"S-Shut up, Eyepatch. Your hair makes you look like an old man and I'm not dying mine white to fit the whole couple image thing."
"You don't have to dye your hair white; you're already my wife, aren't you?" He smirks, feeling playful because it's not every time he gets to see the almighty Touka so flustered by his words.
"Whatever." She mutters, escaping his knowing eyes and walks towards the adjoined bathroom but soon remembers something annoying. "Unbutton this dress, will ya?"
She curses herself for allowing Kimi to choose her dress on her behalf. The back of the dress is held together by a handful of pearl buttons instead of the boring, eye-sore zip, which means someone has to help her dress and undress.
Dressing her, not much of a problem. Undressing her, she's becomes wary of the predatory look in her husband's eyes.
"Do I get any reward for helping you?"
She knows he's planning something sinister underneath that stupid smile. "Yeah, you get to sleep on the couch instead of outside in the hallway."
Kaneki heaves a sigh way too dramatic to be real. "And I thought you're going to invite me for a bath too."
Touka's about to release her kagune and ruin the dress because it's itchy and she really wants a bath but Kaneki turns her around, slowly unbuttoning the lovely white-laced dress; he thinks it's a waste to destroy such a beautiful dress.
He whispers a husky, "Done," in her ears when he unpops the last button, hands lingering around her hips.
She hasn't taken a step forward when the overjoyed groom sweeps her off her feet, carrying her bridal-style into the bathroom as he exclaims joyfully, "And now, time for that bath!"