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Acquired Taste
Chapter Two:
First Bite
"Phrase; the first bite taken, usually into a meal."
Chiyo Akisame was seven years old when she first encountered a ghoul.
Every child grew up with the same precautions, the same warnings. Don't stay out to late. Make sure you travel with a buddy. Don't make any detours. Don't make yourself too noticeable. They lived in the sort of world where ghoul attacks were far too common and as the world continued to fail to find a way to cope, all they could do was continue to rely on the CCG to keep the ghouls at bay, but the attacks would never stop.
She'd been on her way home from the library, her bag stuffed full with as many books as she could carry. A bright red sweater adorned her figure with a white pom pom beanie sitting at the top of her head, the small cotton ball swishing back and forth. Her small footsteps treaded across the ground, the early signs of frost and snow falling onto the ground as she turned a corner.
The way home was familiar. She'd done it time after time, over and over again. They'd always heard things on the news, warnings in the papers and broadcasts over the radios—but just like any series of everyday crime attacks, no one ever really imagined that such a thing would ever occur to them as well.
There was no way that at the small age of seven, where her world consisted of soda pop flavored ice cream bars, books, and wondering what it was she would like to be when she got older, that she would ever consider dying that night.
But there is a part of us that knows before we truly know, and Chiyo had felt a chill run up her spine the moment she passed a particular alleyway, glancing about and realizing strangely that there wasn't a soul in sight as a dark, flickering gray kagune slipped from the shadows and wrapped itself around her leg. Her eyes went wide and her face grew pale as a scream tore from her lips and she was jerked forward, head hitting the concrete as she scrambled for a hold against the slick, frosted concrete. Her backpack tumbled to the side, books spilling out of their clasp as tears sprung in her eyes and she screamed for help.
The tentacle like kagune was gripping her ankle painfully tight, to a point she was sure was near breaking as she scrabbled along the floor, fingernails clawing at frozen concrete when the pulling ceased and she craned her head of her shoulder fearfully, entire body trembling as the grinning ghoul stood tall above her.
"What are you doing out so late, little girl?"
"P-Please..." Chiyo could only babble on senselessly, tears springing in her eyes as fear gripped every fiber of her being, her hands tugging desperately at the tentacle gripping her ankle painfully tight. "I just—you don't have to do this—"
"We've got to eat, don't we?" The ghoul stepped forward, dilated pupils glistening in the flickering lamp light above them as drool dripped from the corners of his lips and he grinned, greasy hair clinging to the edges of his face. "It's nothing personal, kid. It's just the cycle of life..."
Chiyo's entire body trembled as she struggled in vain to scoot further away, but the single kagune tentacle suddenly jerked her upwards, hanging her limply upside down as she swung back and forth, the blood rushing to her head as the ghoul raised her to meet his eye level, deep red amidst pools of black.
"You don't feel bad when you go on eating pigs or cows or chickens, don't you? You don't even give it a second thought because that's just the way it is," the man licked his lips and Chiyo suddenly realized in this very moment she was truly, honestly, about to die. "Just think of it the same for us."
It was strange. Her tiny mind was racing to process everything that was happening around her, unable to believe that her life, young as it was, was about to be ripped away so that a single ghoul could go another night with a full stomach.
Is this really it?
Mommy I'm sorry I didn't take out the trash this morning. Tears fell from Chiyo's eyes, hitting the frozen ground in droplets as the ghoul drew his hand back. I'm sorry I didn't get to return the book to the library. I'm sorry I didn't get to finish watering that sunflower.
"I don't want to die yet," Chiyo sobbed.
The entire world could call her insane, but Chiyo truly believed it was fate that night.
The ghoul before her choked once before he let out a screech of unbearable pain. Chiyo's head hit the floor and she gazed upwards dazedly for a moment, head throbbing uncontrollably as she realized her ankle was most likely sprained if not broken. Tears sprung forth anew in her eyes as she struggled to pull herself upwards, propping herself up on small hands as she glanced upwards to try and figure out why she was not dead in this very moment.
I may have spoken too soon.
Hot liquid splattered across her cheek. Chiyo could only stare with painfully wide eyes as the ghoul that had been about to eat her whole was thoroughly impaled, tossed to the side as nothing more than a limp carcass. Amidst the darkened shadows of the alleyway, a single pulsating light shone before her, deep, deep violent with undertones of a metallic gold.
The kagune swayed once, jerking to the side as if to flick off the blood that had coated its sleek features. She followed the length of the weapon as it curled around a small arm, arching over a neck and connecting to the other arm as well.
Her eyes met the calm gaze of a boy no older than her. His darkened irises meeting hers quietly, blood splattered across his cheek and trailing down the side of his face. His form was probably twice her size, with considerable height despite his babyish face.
A child ghoul.
Chiyo's heart dropped.
"I'm not going to eat you."
His quiet, calm voice echoed throughout the alleyway for a moment, silence following his phrase as Chiyo could only stare, disbelief slowing coloring her tearstained features.
"...eh?"
He turned to face her fully, the kagune curled around his arms retreating back into his body until she was left staring at the form of a young boy simply gazing calmly back at her.
"I'm not going to eat you."
Chiyo felt her heart stop.
"...why?"
There was the dullest flicker across his face, as if he were pondering how anyone would be so dumb in this single moment as to question such an act. Chiyo's eyes widened when she finally realized what she'd just asked and her face paled as she scrambled backwards a bit, waving her hands. "I-I mean, it's not that I'm not thankful, or um, that I'm asking you to eat me—uh, I...um..."
The young boy with darkened locks and glistening eyes continued to gaze at her quietly as she struggled to find the right words, her knees knocking together and fingers trembling. Had it not been for the blood splattered across their cheeks and dripping from his fingertips, it would have seemed to be a normal conversation between two young children.
"I'm not hungry," the boy said finally, and Chiyo looked up in surprise, falling silent.
The young ghoul continued to gaze at her for a moment longer before he calmly turned, beginning to make his way out of the alleyway when Chiyo's eyes shone, something new amidst the fear as she scrambled to stand on her wobbly legs, ankle throbbing painfully.
"T-Thank you!"
The boy paused, turning to look at her with something akin to surprise as she allowed the widest, brightest smile to touch her lips amidst the blood and grime and tears and pain. "Thank you!"
He'd never thought he'd ever be thanked by the things he was supposed to eat.
Chiyo suddenly slumped forward, the events finally taking a toll on her as she nearly hit the ground, had it not been for the swift kagune that had shot outwards and cushioned her fall. The boy continued to stare for a moment longer before he stepped forward.
When Chiyo woke up in the soft confines of her bed, showered and changed and bandaged up, her mother had told her some nice young boy had brought her home saying she'd tripped and fallen, but before her mother could thank him he'd taken off.
Chiyo had laid there in her bed for several minutes, thinking and contemplating her near death experience as her parents went on and on about how glad they were that she was safe and wishing they could thank the young boy as well. Chiyo suddenly wondered if they'd still feel the same had they known of the boy's true self. Not all ghouls are bad.
Chiyo sat up, eyes growing wide.
Not all ghouls were bad.
Not all ghouls are bad!
Chiyo had scrambled to make her way down the stairs to announce this newfound discovery, just as any young child would to her parents. Her mother had thrown her a look of concern for putting weight on her twisted ankle already, but Chiyo had come bouncing up to them, eyes shining as she slammed her palms on the table.
"I'm going to become a ghoul investigator!"
Her mother choked on her tea and her father looked at her with wide eyes, mildly surprised and slightly fearful. "What on earth brought that on?"
"I'm going to show people that there are good ghouls too!" Chiyo exclaimed proudly, and her mother spluttered, dropping her cup and hacking up her tea as her father simply gazed at her in disbelief. "I'm going to be a symbol of justice for not only the people, but for ghouls too! I'm going to make a world where we can live together happily!"
Needless to say, very soon after, her mother and father had driven her to the hospital to make sure she hadn't hurt her head in her so-called 'fall'.
But from that day onward and for the rest of her life, Chiyo vowed to prove to the world that not all ghouls were bad, and she'd dedicate her life to making this world one where they could both live together peacefully.
"I heard Oikawa finally broke up with his girlfriend!"
"Eh~ No way! Does that mean he's finally available again? What happened to Hina?"
"I heard she transferred schools so they didn't want to deal with the long distance relationship."
"Poor Oikawa must be heartbroken!"
"Aki-chan this is my chance!" Chiyo was jostled from her thoughts as her friend gripped her by the shoulders, jerking her back and forward as her eyes shone brightly and all the girls in the classroom of Aoba Josai High School watched the volleyball setter with hungry eyes as he laughed with his close friend, Iwaizumi. "I can finally have Oikawa to myself!"
"I thought you realized he was nothing but a player," Chiyo commented, sliding a piece of pocky between her lips and munching thoughtfully as she tapped her pencil against the desk.
"It doesn't matter anymore, he's different now," Miya, Chiyo's classmate and arguable friend, gushed on, hearts practically floating in her eyes. "Ah~ I've got to make my hair nice and I've got to start looking even better than before—"
"Shouldn't you be finishing this career assignment?" Chiyo mused with a laugh, munching thoughtfully on another stick of pocky as Miya rolled her eyes with a pout.
"You know, if you keep eating snacks like that you're only going to get fatter!"
"I'm not that fat!" Chiyo huffed, glancing to the side as she purposely bit into a new biscuit with more force than necessary. "I'm just...well fed."
Sure enough, she was aware that she was carrying a little more weight than other girls in her class, but she didn't really mind it too much. Her hand went down and fondly tapped the slight pudge to her stomach. She wasn't to the point of being unhealthy, and she was sure if she actually put her mind to it she could shave off a few pounds. Once I start training at the academy I won't have the time to get this fat again.
Besides... Chiyo hummed idly to herself, quickly scribbling her answer on her paper and grinning. I may be fat but that just means I have enough to eat~
"How do they expect us to know what we want to do so early on, anyway?" Miya pouted.
She glanced over to Chiyo's paper and sighed, "It's easy for you because you've decided on this since grade school, but is that really what you want to do?"
"Of course!" Chiyo said proudly, wiping off the crumbs that had fallen off her paper and gazing down at her work with a proud smile. "This is the only possible path for me."
Miya rolled her eyes but patted her friend's shoulder fondly. "I just want to get married to a rich husband and never work a day in my life."
Her eyes strayed over to where Oikawa was talking amiably with his friends, girls hovering about him as they all chattered eagerly about their futures. "With a little hard work, I'm sure I can make that happen though."
One of the boys from the desk over blinked, eyes growing wide with disbelief as he swiped Chiyo's paper from her desk, to which the slightly chubby girl made a small noise of protest. "You want to be a ghoul investigator?"
A few heads looked over in surprise, part of the room quieting slightly at the word ghoul, but the rest of the class continued about their chatter, save for two pairs of ears that had quickly picked up on the phrase, heads turning ever so slightly as eyes watched intently. A few students around Chiyo laughed, shaking their heads at the silly notion while others shuddered at the idea of something so dangerous.
"Come on, Akisame-san, there's no way you can be a ghoul investigator unless you lose a few pounds."
"Yeah, you'll never be able to run away at this rate!"
"Hey, hey, I'm waiting till I get to the academy!" Chiyo protested, cheeks dusting a light red as she mindfully munched on another pocky stick. "Besides, becoming a ghoul investigator is much better than any typical office worker or doctor! I'd still be saving lives."
"At the cost of your own," the boy beside her laughed, handing her paper back and shaking his head. Some classmates fondly ruffled her hair as she grumbled to herself, Miya laughing cheerfully beside her.
"Why would you ever want to become something so dangerous though?" A classmate teased. "Looking for a little thrill?"
"Or maybe she's just suicidal."
"Actually," Chiyo began, a glint appearing in her eye as she prepared to deliver her ghoul-human-living-together-in-harmony speech, unaware of the footsteps that were suddenly growing nearer. Miya's eyes had strayed and hey eyes quickly grew round in admiration, a blush dusting her features while half the class shushed, girls looking on in envy and confusion.
"I want to become a ghoul investigator because—"
"You want to be a ghoul investigator?"
Voice rich like honey, low, almost dripping. Chiyo paused, looking up where other eyes were trained and found her pale blues meeting dark, rich hazelnut, like dark chocolate almost. She blinked once, realizing it was none other than Oikawa Tooru gazing back at her. There was a small smile turning upwards on his lips, charming. To anyone else it must've simply looked like he was about to tease her, an interested classmate wanting to know a little more about her strange choice—normal.
But Chiyo felt a small shiver run down her spine, her palms growing slightly sweaty as she swallowed. There was something sharp in his eyes, predatory. She couldn't help but feel like something was taking place before her, even though she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Then again... Chiyo frowned inwardly, growing curious. Am I just being paranoid?
"I do," Chiyo replied simply. Her paper was there for all to see, she wasn't trying to hide anything.
Oikawa hummed, a low tone that bordered a purr of sorts. Beside her she could sense Miya dying on the inside as she tried to hide her blush and quietly comb through her hair, while the boys that had been teasing her had rolled their eyes and glanced aside at Oikawa's presence. Chiyo swallowed, meeting his eyes evenly, refusing to be pushed down when it came to a topic like this—it was important after all! Oikawa's gaze flickered, as if following her every movement.
"Such a dangerous job is no place for a pretty lady like you," Oikawa said warmly, a cheeky and boyish smile on his lips. "Who could ever send you off to go up against monsters like those? Ghouls are the real deal you know—if you decide to do something like that, you could wind up dead in minutes."
"But I won't," Chiyo said firmly, and she felt once more that something shifted in Oikawa's eyes, his aura, but she wasn't able to put her finger on it. "I'll train hard so that I won't be a burden to anyone and I can defend myself—"
"So much blood and violence... You'd be an easy target," Oikawa mused with a shake of his head, teasing but truthful. "You don't deserve to die so young—"
"I won't die," Chiyo said once more. "If I work hard enough then—"
"Especially," Oikawa began softly, and Chiyo paused, looking up to him in slight awe and confusion as once more his gaze flickered, something...dark? Passing over his eyes before he smiled, throwing her a wink. "Since you smell so tasty."
"Oikawa-san that's not fair!"
"Compliment me too!"
"If you were a ghoul you could eat me any day!"
"You should give up on something like that, Aki-chan—" She wasn't aware that he knew her name. "—I'd hate to see someone like you get hurt. It's such a boring job too, all blood and fighting and no fun."
His fingers danced along her paper, as if to convince her to wipe the very notion of this idea away so he could toss all remnants of it away for her. Miya quickly began her attempt at striking up conversation with the handsome brunette, and as Oikawa turned to return her conversation warmly, Chiyo abruptly stood. She swiped the paper from beneath Oikawa's fingers—to which some girls seemed to hiss at the action of something so rough toward their darling King—and brushed her way past Oikawa, unaware to the way he quickly stiffened at her contact, eyes snapping toward her figure as he inhaled sharply.
Chiyo made her way to the front of the classroom, setting her worksheet down on the teacher's desk where they were all supposed to turn it in after the weekend and she said proudly to no one in particular.
"I'm going to become a ghoul investigator!"
"Hahaha, come on Akisame-san no need to be so dramatic!"
"I like it, a little flair right?"
"It just felt right." Chiyo admitted sheepishly, a few classmates strolling over and chatting with her, light teasing and wishes for good luck in the future.
Toward the back of the classroom Miya continued to strike up conversation with Oikawa, not noticing the way his attention had strayed, eyes focused with almost deadly accuracy on the pudgy girl at the front of the class, a gaze so intent it could burn holes through the back of her head when—
"Trashy-kawa."
Oikawa's eyes very slowly tore themselves from the figure he'd been watching and back to Iwaizumi, who was giving him a mindful stare as a slow smile began to creep onto Oikawa's features. He shifted his focus back to the girl before him and offered his most charming smile, Miya's heart instantly falling for the charming boy.
"Say, Miya-chan, you're pretty close to Aki-chan aren't you?"
The hunt had begun.
"And the past few days he's been walking me home! Can you believe that? He lives on the other side of town but he's going out of the way to see me home, how romantic is that?" Miya gushed, cheeks warm and hearts practically in her eyes.
Chiyo hummed, fixed on the book she'd been reading for the past few days about ghouls and their habits, or at least what human society had concluded of them so far. From the fact that they couldn't consume normal human food to their strange ability to drink coffee despite all that. Miya continued to chatter amiably beside her, going on and on about the new café that there were supposed to try tomorrow after his volleyball practice.
"That's great," Chiyo said absently, not really caring much for Oikawa—he seemed like a fairly nice guy, but she hadn't been able to shake off the strange gut feeling she had whenever she saw him.
It didn't really help that every time they were together, she had the strangest feeling that he always seemed to be...watching her.
But of course I'm just jumping to conclusions. Chiyo smiled softly to herself. What would someone like him find interesting about that chubby girl in his class? Guys like him don't waste time on girls that look like me.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Chiyo turned her head at the rustle of bags and her eyes brightened, mouth watering as Miya set a bag stuffed with snacks onto her desk. "These are for you."
"For me?" Chiyo eagerly pawed through the bag, finding that most of them were her favorite snacks. A goofy smile touched her lips and she quickly reached for a melon pan, eyes shining at the golden crust as she tore the wrapping off and took a bite, moaning at the sweet and soft dough. "You shouldn't have."
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Miya laughed, eyes looking away dreamily once more. "Enjoy, they're all for you."
"You're not going to eat any?" Chiyo frowned, looking to her friend questioningly as she continued to chomp down on the melon pan. "There's plenty for us—"
"I already had lunch!" Miya said happily. "I made a bento for Oikawa and we had lunch together earlier during break because he had a meeting with his team during lunch."
"Oh," Chiyo felt touched, gazing at the large pile of snacks. "This is too kind, Miya."
"Tell me about it," Miya sighed dreamily, looking off into the distance with a silly smile on her lips. "I told him you didn't need to stuff your face any more than you already did but he insisted."
Chiyo blinked, melon pan halfway through her mouth as she froze, turning to Miya in confusion. "He?"
"Oikawa bought those all for you! Isn't that nice of him?"
Chiyo swallowed, her stomach twisting in slight discomfort with this new knowledge.
Suddenly she wasn't as hungry anymore.
Eat up, pig.
Chiyo remained silent, gazing at the moldy bread and rotten fruits that had been stuffed into her locker on top of her shoes. Perhaps in years before the sight would've had her running off and sniffling somewhere in a corner, but she knew better now.
The pale blue eyed girl grimaced. The stench was something all on its own, but the idea of reaching in and having to clean out all those rotten fruits, as well as wiping down her shoes for any other trash was daunting enough. A sigh left her lips and she rubbed her arm, resigning herself to what was bound to be a long afternoon of cleaning and scrubbing.
"What's all that?"
Chiyo nearly screamed, whirling around and flattening herself against the wall of lockers as she scrambled to stand, only to slip and fall back on her butt as she looked up quickly in surprise. Dark hazels met her gaze curiously, Oikawa towering over her as he stood above her, head bent down to meet her gaze. His shoes touched the tip of her own as she blinked once, twice, before realizing who was standing before her and she let out a shaky laugh. "O-Oikawa, you scared me."
"Did I?" There it was again, a voice almost like a soft purr, eyes locked intently into her own. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you so badly."
"No, no, you just..." Chiyo swallowed, glancing off to the side as she closed the door to her locker behind her. "Surprised me."
Oikawa followed each of her movements rather avidly. Chiyo suddenly realized how awkward this situation was growing to be with every minute of silence that began to pass. She realized her legs were on either side of his own, spread open rather hazardously with her shirt a disheveled mess and the pudge of her stomach jutting out over the waistband of her skirt. Carefully she maneuvered her leg around his, his eyes watching each movement and seeming to drink in the pale expanse of skin eagerly until she was on the other side of him.
Chiyo quickly stood, dusting herself off and clearing her throat, running one hand through her hair. "Um, sorry about that. Am I in your way?"
"You're not," Oikawa said cheerfully, a bright smile on his lips as he simply continued to gaze at her, unmoving.
There was a brief moment of silence once more until Chiyo's eyes strayed to where her locker was still open a tad bit, the stench of rotten fruit wafting up toward her. Oikawa's eyes grudgingly left her form and followed her line of vision when he blinked, casually reaching forward and pushing it open the rest of the way to get a better look.
"Aki-chan, it looks like you're being bullied."
Chiyo blinked, the situation suddenly dawning on her and she quickly lunged forward, brushing past him and turning her back to him as she hastily shut the locker. She missed the way his entire body grew rigid, the flicker of his pupils as his mouth parted ever so slightly, inhaling. "S-Sorry, you didn't need to see that. It was just a little prank, I'll clean it up and things will be fine—"
"Say, Aki-chan," Chiyo paused, her back growing rigid as she sensed Oikawa shift behind her. His chin came to rest just above her shoulder, breath by her ear, and while any girl at this school would die to be in her situation, alarm bells were ringing in her head, a chill running down her spine.
Dangerous.
"I could take care of this for you."
Chiyo jerked, skirting off to the side so that she was no longer cornered by his body. Oikawa's eyes merely followed her movement, intent, almost lazy in a way. She was strangely reminding of some kind of wild animal watching, taking its time. Chiyo rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. "N-No, no, it's fine, thank you. I just, um... I can handle this myself, it's bound to happen every now and then."
Oikawa remained silent, watching her quietly and Chiyo found herself scrambling for more to say, strangely becoming aware of the fact that there was no one else around them. "You see, I'll just, um..." Oikawa's eyes followed as her fingers moved to pull at the collar of her uniform, watching a bead of sweat trail down and disappear. "I'll just..."
Oikawa straightened, turning to face her fully as Chiyo continued to stammer. How do I explain this to him? Not to mention this is partially because some girls must have heard that he bought me all those snacks. If I say anything it sounds like I'm blaming him—
DANGEROUS.
Chiyo stopped, her gaze which had been trained on the floor now seeing a pair of shoes in front of her own, meaning Oikawa was now in front of her. Slowly, her eyes strayed upwards, fear beginning to fill her very being as she swallowed shakily, not knowing what would be waiting her when her eyes finally did meet his own—
"Tooru-kun! Thanks for waiting!" Chiyo jumped, eyes quickly landing onto Miya's familiar form and a sigh of relief suddenly escaped her lips. Oikawa turned, smiling cheerfully at the other girl's appearance. "Sorry I took so long."
"It wasn't any problem, I was chatting with Aki-chan over here," Oikawa said warmly, throwing Chiyo a wink. "She's pretty fun to tease, I couldn't help myself."
"She's a very honest person," Miya said with a small laugh, waving to her friend before she quickly latched onto Oikawa's arm. "How about we try that new café? I heard the coffee there is fantastic!"
"Eh? I didn't know that. Let's go—"
Chiyo quickly grabbed her things, deciding she could deal with the rotten fruit tomorrow was she hurried off in her school slippers. She tossed a hasty good bye over her shoulder and let the doors swing shut behind her, walking as fast as she could until her years of lacking proper exercise finally caught up to her and she began to pant, sweat dribbling down her chin as she breathed heavily, hands on her knees.
For a moment it had almost felt like...
Chiyo swallowed.
My life was in danger.
Oikawa chatted happily with Miya by his side, hands in his pockets with her arm slung through his. They were beginning to approach the café that she had wanted to take him to so badly, but despite his cheerful smiles and teasing comments, a single, resounding thought continued to flash through his mind.
Ah, I don't think I can wait any longer.
Miya hadn't come to school for the past week.
At first, Chiyo had dismissed it as her deciding to skip a day because she was lazy. When she was gone the second she figured Miya must've caught the flue. The third day when Chiyo came to find the desk empty, she realized it must've been worse than she thought and she should call her to see how she was doing. The fourth day Miya failed to arrive to school, Chiyo sat at her desk quietly as Miya's phone continued to ring, the familiar voice coming through her voicemail as once more she failed to pick up.
There could have been dozens of different reasons why all these things were happening. She didn't know where Miya lived but she was sure someone else did, and she could always go ahead and ask someone and pay a visit. Maybe her phone was broken. Maybe she wasn't feeling well. Maybe she was in the hospital. Maybe—
Maybe something bad had happened.
Chiyo swallowed, gazing at the empty desk beside her quietly as the teacher gave them all a little bit of advice about some recent ghoul activity in the area and cautioning them to never go anywhere alone or do anything too late at night. She and Miya weren't that close, but she was a good enough friend and she'd never really minded that Chiyo was a little overweight or anything of the sort. They talked, hung out, she liked Miya.
If something happened to her, I'd want to know. Chiyo's eyes flashed in determination and she made a note to herself to ask some classmates if they knew Miya's address—Oikawa would probably know since the two of them had basically begun to date.
Unbeknownst to Chiyo, a slow, gentle smile began to curl over Oikawa's lips. He didn't need to look to know what was coming. Beside him Iwaizumi threw him a look of disapproval, a sigh leaving his lips and pity heading toward the pudgy girl in the back of the classroom.
Looks like they'd have to be moving again soon.
AHHHH THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR KIND AND SUPPORTIVE REVIEWS!
Insanely glad and super happy that so many of you guys are interested in this story! I was a little worried about the reception since this was partially written to satisfy my craving of writing a Haikyuu fanfiction along with Ghoul themed characteristics. Also super glad that so many of you have taken a liking to Chiyo as well! I think she's one of my favorite OCs so far because it's rather fun to write from her perspective considering how normal it is compared to most.Once again, thank you all so much for the support -hearts- I promise Enigma is next to all of you loyal fans, so stay tuned!
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