a/n hello again :) I wrote another Tokyo Ghoul fluff, this time Tousaki. I don't know if Touka in my fics are too ooc, so please tell me if it is! Also, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
and reviews. any reviews, even something like a "good day." thank you and bye.
Morning arrived in the apartment, filtering through curtains and marked by birds chirping by their window. The sky was brighter than before, filled with the freshness of crisp morning air. The sun had barely made its appearance but Touka rose off the bed anyway, careful to lift the blanket gently. Slipping off the bed, she tucked the blanket around Sasaki's sleeping form, who was still dead to the world, then smiled at his angelic sleeping face. She quietly placed a kiss on his cheek and silently exited the room to wash up.
Sasaki woke up to the sounds of pots and pans clinging in the kitchen accompanied by a sizzling something from the kitchen. Groggily, he felt around in his bed before remembering that Touka was in the kitchen, making breakfast.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he trampled into the kitchen, messy hair and all to find his girlfriend standing with her back facing him, frying eggs and sausages. He rubbed at his eyes that were still half-open, silently making his way to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist amd buried his nose into the crook of her neck. "Morning," he mumbled sleepily.
Touka looked over her shoulder and smiled, pecking his forehead. "Good morning." She then turned back to her cooking.
Sasaki stood still, just hugging her like that for a few moments, presumably dozing off. Touka was now piling the sausages and eggs into plates when suddenly, her boyfriend took a sniff of her shoulder.
"Sasaki?" she asked. He only sniffed again. "Um, what are you doing?"
Her boyfriend unwrapped his arms from her waist and took a step back. She watched him look u and down her form."Are...are those my pajamas?" he asked her, finally awake.
"Yeah..."Touka answered uncertainly. "This is okay, right?"
Sasaki stared at her, mouth slightly opening as red creeped up his cheeks. Touka looked like she was drowning in his white shirt and she looked shorter in his shorts, portraying the look of innocence perfectly. After all, hadn't it always been a guy's dream to see his girl wear his clothes?
But his staring made Touka nervous. Slowly, she put the plates down. "If it bothers you, I can go change right now-"
"No! Don't," he cut her frantically, his hands waving. "It's just...you look great."
"Aww, really?" she smiled at him and tilted her head, her tone playful. "Is that why you're blushing so hard right now?"
He smiled a lopsided smile and opened his arms. "Come here."
And so they spent the next fifteen minutes cuddling on the couch, Sasaki fussing over Touka's petite form.