A drabble I created for Tokyo Ghoul. Most likely, the concerns that will be mainly raised about this work of fiction is the dialog that is exchanged between Kaneki and the reader and I would like to address that. I wrote this at the spur of the moment. Everything was written down as the scenes came to me. And I thought, and challenged myself, what if I already stuck with whatever that was coming to me; just that and no discards, then just edit the shitty grammar after? As a result, I ended up with this.

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Reader's POV

He slowly came towards me as I stood still at my place. I watched as the moonlight gleam at his approaching figure. When he stopped a few steps ahead of me, all I could do was peruse his handsome countenance. I beheld his sincere gaze as he beheld mine indefinitely. When this reality finally dawned on me, my heart became restless as a storm.

I darted a glance at the ground, in hopes I could tame the feral state in my chest. It was almost as if the beatings of my heart would overpower the howls and croaks of the creatures in the habitat.

I shut my eyes as I toiled to calm my senses.

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! I scolded my stubborn heart.

"Look at me", the tenderness in his voice weakened my stronghold. And as I looked up to see his visage, there was silence.

Complete silence.

Everything became still like the steady brook near us. It was as if the world continued to move and mine stopped. Nothing but the trees, the plants, the ground and the moon bore witness to my naked state. I was seeing everything about him: his snow-hued hair, his soft pale lips and his deep and veridical but tired grey eyes. I reflected upon my incompetence; to have refused him of the kisses he so heartily desired before because of my insecurities. He might have been just as frightened as I am at his every attempt.

But now I lose. I am here and had not run away.

"Would you not run away this time?", There were undertones of caution and entreatment behind his questioning.

"If I do...", My voice quivered as I began, but I persisted to maintain his gaze. My hands that hid fidgety behind me, now halted. "Would you chase after me?", I said.

I then saw how his lips slowly formed into a smile. His eyes traveled down to my lips.

He took a step closer before leaning over, cupping my cheek and finally giving me a brief kiss on my lips. He moved away for a moment to look at me as if asking permission to continue. I don't know what kind of face I made but I was internally screaming adamant yeses, and he might have read through it for thereafter he smirked and kissed me once more but this time, more fervently.

It was a kiss that was neither fierce nor domineering. He treated me with care, and guided me into the pleasure. Due to his scrupulous ways, my inner disquietude spiked; my senses went spiraling and fluctuating as his tongue swirled inside me. I melted into this hot, wet kiss. I felt the heat rise in the nippy breeze as we were tightly locked in each other's embrace. My hands instinctively gripped his smooth, white hair and a faint moan exited from me.