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Heyo, I'm Panzeeee. I've really enjoyed Tokyo Ghoul and the best character was my boi, Uta. I had this kind of self-insert idea. Once I finished Re:, now knowing everything(?) about Uta, I felt I could write an accurate story with an original character. I really hope someone else enjoys it!

Uta always joked to his ghoul customers when they learned he lived in the 4th ward.

'Wanna come stay at my place?'

It never failed to make them uncomfortable.

The 4th ward was full of humans. No chance a ghoul could stay there without being suspected by the CCG. It was a big risk even opening this shop.

"Just messing with ya." He says with a chuckle.

Actually, he did have an extra room. If he met a ghoul who was strong enough to hold his own in the 4th ward, he'd consider a roommate.

Texts:

Touka and Uta

T: Hey Uta

U: whats up

T: Can you give my friend a quick haircut today? It's almost sweaty season.

U: i feel ya. they can come over any time. it's been pretty slow

T: Thanks, she'll be there at 3:30.

U: 3:30. got it, ya owe me coffee

T: Sure thing.

U: free?

T: Definitely not.

U: i tried

A smile formed on Uta's face. He enjoyed giving haircuts, and he was damn good at it. This was different from his everyday routine, which got lonely. There were only so many customers who needed a mask.

A few people didn't trust him when it came to hair. Looking at Uta's style, they assumed their hair would be spiked, dyed, or shaved off completely. However, he was like any other hairdresser; maybe better. Whether he did hair, makeup, etc; it felt as though he was creating a temporary mask. And of course, he wanted people to love their handmade masks. Uta lived on the delight his art created.

At about 3:31 the bell above the door rang.

Celeste pushed open the door, heavily panting, her hair and uniform drenched from rainwater. She checked her watch. Only one minute late.

Uta nibbled an eyeball as he sat at his stool, sketching effortlessly across his paper. As he spun around to greet Touka's friend, he apologized, "Sorry; I skipped lunch so I'm starv-" he froze.

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This girl is a human. A fucking human. I am holding an eyeball.

Geez this was short.