3 years before
Ayato's POV
Ayato walked slowly through the silent halls that left him at ease. As he stomped, he wondered if anyone could hear the angry, irritated shouts of his boots. Could they hear his anger? He wanted them to hear, he wanted them to listen, and he wanted them to know exactly what do.
Get the fuck away from him.
Anger radiated the teen in waves. Not only did the freak join Aogiri, but he was also now his roommate. Nobody would want to share a room with that crazy maniac. He even eats his own kind for god sake. The teen could just imagine himself being eaten alive by the bastard. No way in hell was he going to be stuck with him even if it meant he had to yell his way through.
Suddenly a breeze of icy air sliced through his skin. Ayato hugged his jacket closer and wrapped his purple scarf more tightly. This is bad, why did he have to come now of all times.
A flash a snowy, white hair was spotted, a knuckle crack heard, and the sound of light footsteps echoed. The blue-haired mind went blank. He had to get away, now! He didn't want to waste a second longer with that airhead. He already had to work with him.
Quickly, Ayato did a 360 turn and started walking. He could already feel the wintry air come nearer. Kaneki was closing on him. Ayato quickly changed his pace to a fast walk, why was Kaneki following him? What did his insane guy want from him? He decided to peek over his shoulder, maybe it wasn't him? However, all he was met with was grey, intense eyes bore into his own night, blue ones. He's been spotted, shit.
Kaneki blinked slowly, white eyelashes fluttered as his grey eyes burned into the teen's eyes. Snowy locks of hair swept over his ghoul eye, and his pale skin stood illuminated by the light. His clothes were sharp black, just like the steep of night.
Ayato turned to his colleague or enemy, whoever he was. He shouldn't be running from this weakling. He looked like toothpick. Something you could break easily, something that would release a cry, just before being snapped in half. He opened his mouth to tell him to get away from him when Kaneki interrupted him. "Ayato," he said in a silky tone. The blue-haired teen felt a shiver run down his spine. Why does this guy have to be so damn cold?
"What do you want you, shithead?" Ayato said loudly. Might as well get his point across by shouting at him, he wasn't going to him any mercy. Kaneki stared at him, quietly. He tilted his head and continued to stare at him to point where Ayato almost felt uncomfortable. "Just spit it out already or I'm leaving." Making him even more serious he crossed his arms and began tapping his feet. He was tired of this guy's shit and stupid business. Several seconds passed, without a single answer, enough of this. Ayato turned to leave; he didn't want to see his face anymore.
"Wait," he said whispering. Ayato hitched. That didn't sound like him. He was usually blank, emotionless, just some random freak. He could hear the pure agony through his words though, it ripped through his ears. He doesn't have the right to change like that. Not with him.
"What?" he spat at him turning back to him, but Kaneki looked the same as usual, pale, emotionless, and creepy. So, nothing did change. Ayato wanted to see something more, his curiosity to know deflated. He was disappointed. He should've kept walking, he sighed irritably.
"I'm cold," Kaneki said sternly. It took Ayato a couple of seconds to process the situation. He felt like cleaning his ears, maybe the idiot said something else?
"What do you want?" Ayato said again, more frustrated this time.
"The scarf, I want it," Kaneki said gently. He already had his hand outstretched, almost like he expected Ayato to give it to him. This cocky bastard wasn't going to get it. No way in hell.
"Then get a fucking jacket, you dumbass." He shouted, as Kaneki stood immobile.
"I want your scarf," he repeated stubbornly. To Ayato he almost seemed like a 5 year old wanting a brand new toy. Expect this time the kid was 19, and a ghoul that eats humans or in his case his own kind.
"Get your own scarf," Ayato said angrily. He was annoyed and wanted to go to his room only to realize that once again Kaneki was sharing a room with him. He mentally face palmed himself. Man, he was tired.
"I don't have a scarf, and my face is cold," the white-haired man said with a monotone expression. He was being annoying, Ayato thought. He just wanted to get out of this weird situation. He looked at his warm, comfy scarf to the pale man. Just what was he thinking?
The teen slowly untangled the scarf around his neck, savoring the warm it left against his skin before the brutal ice would hit it again. "You better give it back to me," he said irritated. He chucked the scarf at the man across from him enjoying the moment when it hit his face. The scarf softly dropped down into Kaneki's hands as he bowed down thanking him, but Ayato was already leaving. He didn't want to look at his face a second longer.
Kaneki's POV
Kaneki smiled gently at the retreating back of the teen. He swiftly wrapped the scarf around his cold neck relishing the heat seeping through him. It smelled of Ayato, like the night, the stars, and a bittersweet hint of a brewing fire. Kaneki sighed, he wasn't sure how he was going to give this back to him. Maybe, just maybe Ayato would let him keep it. For now, the half ghoul held the delicate scarf closer knowing that something would soon turn for the worse and he wouldn't have it again.
Ayato's POV
The ghoul stumbled down on his bed. Just hours ago they had been fighting doves left and right. He must've killed hundreds of them; at least it felt like that. He was already felt sore, and exhausted. Not to mention that Kaneki was with him the whole time. He even had his scarf on, if he got any of those doves' blood on it he'd be the one breaking 103 bones. He still hasn't forgiven him for that.
Quickly stripping, Ayato headed for the shower. The drying blood of both doves' blood and his own was sticking to his body. Reminding him just how many things he killed just hours ago. He stepped in the shower, letting the warm spurts of water massage his sore back. He relished the heat seeping through his skin. He was tired, and he wanted his scarf back. Kaneki did prove himself helpful on the battlefield however. Whenever Ayato would turn his head a flash of his abnormal hair would be spotted. It was as though that bastard was protecting him. Not that he wanted to be protected. It just felt as if he was safe for once. He shook his head; he shouldn't being thinking about that now.
Stepping out the shower, Ayato stood in front of the mirror. Wiping away the fog, he felt goose bumps spread along his arms, he looked terrible. There were dark circles underneath his eyes, bruises laid on his skin like spots also. He even looked thinner. You just need to eat more he reminded himself. Droplets of water ran down his skin and fell from this dark blue hair. He turned away; he didn't even want to look at his own face anymore.
Changing, Ayato once again fell upon his bed, letting out a deep sigh of relief. It was going to be a pain to move tomorrow. He grimaced as he pulled the covers a top of him, snuggling into his blankets. He didn't want to be awake when that idiot brain came in the room.
Ayato shivered, as he tossed back and forth. He flinched, feeling the straining of his sore muscles. The teen tried to gain any sense of warmth. He pulled his legs to his chest, breathed on his hands. Hell, he was already half awake.
His eyes snapped open. It was still dark, the moon's light lit the room. Maybe he could find an extra blanket around. Turning his head, he lay startled at the man sleeping across from him. That's why it's so cold. It was because of that moron.
It seemed the idiot didn't even know how to sleep properly either. He was only half on his bed the other half was slowly inching towards the floor. Expect he looked peaceful which was oddly unsettling knowing that usually Kaneki was unemotional and had blood splattered on his face most of the time. He should really be going to sleep, he had a load of work tomorrow, but he couldn't stop staring. The halfwit's feathery, pale hair was all over the place; his snowy eyelashes glittered underneath the light. Even some of his stomach was showing.
Ayato felt something start to twist in his stomach. The creature pulling on anything it could find. I'm just hungry he reassured himself. Suddenly, a loud thump hit the floor, reflexively Ayato shut his eyes and kept it that way. That imbecile more likely found out how it feels like to have his head hit the floor. The teen had to suppress his rising laughter because of how truly stupid Kaneki was, his body silently shaking trying desperately to contain it.
Kaneki silently moaned trying to collect himself. Ayato heard a rustle of sheet just before immediately hearing another thump. Kaneki must've fallen again. Ayato quickly covered his mouth trying to subdue his already rising laughter. His body was even shaking, shaking so much that it hurt.
Finally able to calm down, he focused on his hearing, only snoring. He left out the breath he was holding for who knows how long. That bastard was sure something to laugh at. Just how much of a moron was he? And wasn't I supposed to get an extra blanket? All that laughing made him forget. Now when he thought about it he wasn't even that cold anymore. There wasn't a slightest sign of a shiver or goose bump. That fool cured him, how funny.
3 years later
Ayato breathed on his hands trying to get a scrap of warmth, anything. A glittery snowflake gently fell upon his hand; suddenly a bright memory rang in his mind. A gentle smile and silky, white hair invaded him. He hugged his jacket closer as looked up at the sky letting the heavy flow of snow hit his face. Why do you always have to be so damn cold?