TBO: Beware of the colds everyone. Beware...
"Yoriko."
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"Yoriko?"
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A bundle of messy blue hair emerges from the tangle of sheets, and the girl groans loudly when her friend is not in sight. She rolls over to the desk beside her bed, and lazily snatches two pieces of Kleenex from the box. She rolls back over until she is on her belly, and throws the covers over her head.
She had a pretty darn good explanation for this, Okay?
It was all because of a damn stupid cold. A stupid cold that was pretty stupid because Touka Kirishima had caught it. To be honest, she would rather be working than lazing around in bed.
I must've missed like two full days of work. The Manager's so nice…and Kaneki...
The blue haired girl rolls over onto her back and groans loudly, dark eyes staring at the gray ceiling. No no no no no. She was not going to just lay there and ponder and day dream all day about that dorky little shit. She was going to get some rest and go to work during her next shift-no matter what!
Clang!
Clang!
Touka winced when then at the sounds of cups being slammed onto the counter and pots being put on the stove. She slowly pulled herself upright and dragged her body to the door…
Geez, can I leave Yoriko alone in the Kitchen by herself?
-only to be surprised to find a thermometer intruding her mouth.
"GAH!"
Her dark purple eyes meet the tranquil olive ones and she automatically calmed down. But the small twinge of annoyance was still evident in them. She waited until the damned thing was removed, before she can say as blunty.
"What the hell, Yoriko?"
Yoriko cups her cheek in worry as she looks down at the thermometer, ignoring Touka's anger. "Oh my. Oh, my poor child." She says to no one in particular. But, Touka notes it and takes a peek at the temperature device, quirking her eyebrow skeptically.
"What does the stupid thing say?"
Yoriko shakes her head and furrows her eyebrows in worry.
"It says that your temperature is 100.7 degrees, Love."
Touka batted an eyelash at her best friend, and sunk deeper beneath the covers with a loud pained groan. Her best friend gently caressed her messy blue hair and pushed away the strands that buried her left purple eye.
"Ugh, is that good Yoriko?" She asked, lifting the cup of hot chocolate to her lips. She grimaced, but held down the disgusting taste.
Touka wasn't really good with dealing with colds. What kind of ghoul got sick from a simple cold? Apparently colds were the second dangerous thing to her, besides the fucking pestering Doves. When Touka heard nothing but shuffling, she rolled over onto the side of her torso, and raised an eyebrow at her orange haired friend whose head was turned towards the door.
"Yoriko?"
"I'm gonna go see who's at the door, OK?" Touka sighed in irritation and covered her head completely with her violet covers.
Visitors? What visitors?
Yoriko gently set the pot of chicken noodle soup by the head of the bed, and walked out. Touka threw the covers off of her head abruptly, hands clasped against her red nose.
God, what is that? Her eyes searched the room, and she spotted the little pot of terror right next to her. She grimaced, and dug for the safety of the blankets once more, praying that her bubbly friend didn't decide to make the steaming pot and feed it to her.
Yoriko would be the end of Touka Kirishima.
"Touka-Chan, I'm back!" Yoriko's chirpy voice rang from in the hall. Touka sniffled, and reluctantly removed the light covers from her head.
"Great, did you tell them to fuck off?"
The sick ghoul could was thankful that her hearing was intact, because she could hear a second set of footsteps-a pair of nervous ones clattering down the wooden tiles of her floor. Who would come to visit her at all? Hinami had taken a trip to the grocery store to buy some medicine (Yoriko was surprised to find out that Touka had no medicine in her house and refused to not buy any).
Yoriko's head popped into the doorway and she had the knowing smile with her eyes closed on her face. Touka knew that expression. She knew that expression very well. Yoriko had done something-or was plotting something that she knew Touka would be pissed or uncomfortable with.
"Guess who came to visit?" She chirped. A second head popped into the doorway, and Touka instantly recognized the idiotic face of Kaneki Ken. Yoriko clapped her hands together and cocked her head to the side cutely. "Kaneki-San came!" She turned to the fidgeting boy with a concerned face. "You must have been so worried. Knowing how Touka-Chan is and all."
Kaneki rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and smiled kindly.
"H-How is Touka-Chan doing?"
"Well, for starters she has a temperature of 100.7 degrees."
Kaneki rubbed his chin and chuckled slightly. "I guess she's getting better, right?" Then his face faltered, and he glanced at the brooding girl worriedly. "Has she been drinking well? You know, like soup and water?"
I guess she's getting better, right? Has she been drinking well? Gosh, he's sounds like such a fucking mom. Touka mimicked her co-worker, glaring at him with beady eyes. Suddenly, her nose started to itch and her eyes had begun to water.
"ACHOO!"
They yell was loud and so unexpected that Yoriko jumped back and Kaneki sweat dropped in shock and nervousness.
Touka sniffled and narrowed her eyes at them. "I feel like I'm fucking dying here." She muttered, reaching over her bed to snatch a tissue from the box. Yoriko opened another box and placed it on her desk.
"You look like it too…" She said sympathetically. Touka glared at her, but took the opportunity to observe the scrawny college student that stood beside Yoriko.
His hair was neatly combed down and his gray eyes looked at her warmly. He wore his usual dorky outfit, and–
-wait, wasn't he supposed at work?
"Uh, hey." She nodded in acknowledgement, and he took the opportunity to enter her room, behind Yoriko.
Kaneki sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "I was pretty worried when I didn't see you at work again this afternoon. Nishio-Senpai took over our shifts so I could see you. Sorry to interrupt…" He confessed, looking at her. Touka sniffled, and sat up against her bed frame, honestly surprised.
He let that sex obsessed freak take over his shift to see me? She sighed and shook her head. I don't get this guy.
Touka noticed the plastic bag that he held in his hand.
"What's in the bag?" She asked him, shifting over when Yoriko lifted the pot of soup over her head. Kaneki quickly moved out of the way when Yoriko danced past him, with a happy smile on her face. She glanced quickly at the two.
"I'm gonna go warm this up for you, OK?"
Touka and Kaneki forced a smile at the bubbly human girl. "Alright, thanks." And once the two listened to her fading footsteps, they both paled and resisted the urge to not imagine how horrendous the soup would taste.
"Touka-Chan, please don't tell me that you're planning to-."
"Eat it? Of course I am!" She whispered, glaring at the older teen.
Kaneki sighed helplessly and gently placed the bag on the foot of her bed. "How do you expect to feel better when you keep eating her cooking? It's practically poison to you!" Touka furrowed her eyebrows at him and pulled the plastic bag closer to her face.
Touka then felt a presence closing in on her and lifted up her purple eyes to meet Kaneki's gray ones that were staring at her with a look of disbelief. "W-Well, she made it for me!" She glared into them, trying to fight off a surfacing blush. "What?" She asked harshly, reaching for the mug at her bedside.
"Don't tell me you've been eating her cooking ever since you got sick." He said steadily, with a calculative look in his gray eyes. Touka slowly pulled her arm back to her side and returned her attention to the bag sitting in her lap.
"N-No and," Her right hand shuffled around within the bag and she pulled out a small can, "coffee?" She asked, a small snort escaping from her. Kaneki snatched the mug from her bedside and frowned disapprovingly at her.
"It's better than having hot chocolate though, right?"
Touka flushed bashfully and handed the coffee back to him. Kaneki gently took it from her hand, and walked to the doorway. "I'll go brew this up in the kitchen." Touka shifted her gaze away from the door, and leaned her chin against her knuckles.
She could still smell the lingering coffee. It smelled familiar to his overwhelming scent that took her in the other day. The dark blue haired girl sniffled and slapped her cheeks.
Just what the hell, Kirishima!
Her face was heating up with every thought she had about him. She slowly gave up when she realized that slapping her cheeks wasn't doing her face any justice.
Stupid cold's making me feel weird…
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