Thanks For the Reviews! Here's chapter 3!

"Ow! Hot! Hot!"

She snatched the spoon away from him and slapped him over the head in anger. "Can't you do anything right, Shithead Kaneki!" Touka barked, wiping down the stain on her shirt. Kaneki rubbed the back of his sheepishly and bowed his head apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do it-The smell was overwhelming!" He tried to explain, reaching for a napkin. Touka glared at him when he tried to help with the stain, and snatched the napkin out of his hand, doing it herself.

She hesitantly sniffed her shirt, and scrunched her nose up at the disgusting smell. "Damn it." She muttered as she roughly dragged the napkin across her simple pajama top. Kaneki awkwardly turned away from her, and folded his hands into his lap, and took the opportunity to look around the younger teen's room.

Pale gray walls surrounded them at every corner. The bed was small, a fit for one, with a mix of yellow and purple blankets and pillows. Above the bed were hellebore flowers that were painted in white and black on the gray walls. Beside the bed was a small desk that had a few textbooks that were organized on the left side with the yellow lamp on the left.

Quite simple…

"The stain won't come off," She said defeated, throwing the napkin to the side.

"I'm sorry." Kaneki apologized softly, feeling terrible.

Touka waved him off, and stared down at the meat clumps in the chicken noodle soup. "Maybe the whole soup thing wasn't really a good idea…" She mused to no one in particular. Kaneki heard her of course and agreed silently with her.

"Alright shithead," Touka pointed to her door. "Go wait outside. The shirt's got to go." Kaneki flushed in embarrassment, and awkwardly stood up from the chair at the desk and picked up the pot of soup.

"I'll just go ahead and uh get rid of this."

She grunted in response with her back turned to hum. Kaneki walked out the room gently closing the door behind him.

Touka grabbed the hem of her shirt, and removed it.

"Share the soup with him, alright? I'll see you tomorrow!"

Touka furrowed her eyebrows and stared blankly at her friend in disbelief. Share the soup? Share the soup with him? Oh no no no no NO! Touka snatched the hem of her orange haired friend before she could even leave the room.

"I want you to take care of me-not him!" Touka whispered, irate. Yoriko smiled sheepishly and batted the now flustered girl's hands away, giggling softly. Touka huffed tiredly, and slumped against the bed frame shaking her head. "Don't do this to me, Yoriko. Please, not when I'm like this." Touka tried reasoning with her in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

"Touka-Chan," Yoriko started gently, "Come on, it's a great chance." She took the girls pale hand into her two warm ones. "You know what? I'm gonna tell him to feed you."

"-Oh come on!"

"I do that all the time to you." Yoriko smiled at her. "You like him right? What's the problem if he does it?" She asked curiously.

Touka pressed her lips into a thin line and she used her other hand to wipe away a trail of sweat at her brow line."You just don't get it…" He was the problem itself! "And I don't like him! He's just my annoying Co-Worker!"

Yoriko heaved a sigh, and dug into her school sweater pocket.

"Call me if anything, Love." She said, releasing Touka's hand and kissing her gently on the forehead. "And text me once he leaves!" She said with a squeal as she quickly ran out of the room.

Touka fumbled around with her drawer of clothes and pulled out a black shirt with a quote written in cursive writing that said, "Cupcake Cult." She threw it over her head and yawned, ruffling her hair up a bit.

I guess I'll just tell him to leave. I feel so tired…

As she sat down in bed again, she couldn't help but glance at the door. On the other side, the poor fool must have been fidgeting around without much to do. She sniffled and wrapped herself up in a cocoon with her blankets, and called out, "Shithead come in!"

Kaneki twisted the doorknob, and walked in with a mug of coffee in his hand. Touka licked her bottom lip and gently took the mug from his hands. "Coffee?" She glanced at the cup that sat on her bedside. "Again?" She questioned, with an annoyed frown on her lips.

Kaneki sat at the foot of her bed, and threw his head back with a smile. "You seemed to enjoy the one I made earlier-So, I thought you could use another one. Hope you don't, um, mind, by the way." He added nervously.

"…Cupcake Cult?"

Touka looked down at her shirt and then flared her nose at him. "What is there a problem? It's cute!"

Kaneki laughed nervously. "No, there's no problem at all." He responded in a little voice.

Touka accepted the mug and gently traced the carvings of the rabbit that was engraved on the side. "Hey! You're lucky that I'm sick. I'd kick your ass for even being here, ya know." She said grumpily.

"I know. I know." Kaneki sighed softly, and he glanced at her. "Need any help with the coffee?" He asked, folding his hands in his lap. Touka rolled her eyes, and took a sip, glaring straight at him. Kaneki laughed nervously.

"It was a stupid suggestion, wasn't it?"

Touka sniffled, and set the cup back in its holder. She could see how tired he was-how uncomfortable he felt with her wary glance. So why was he here? Why was he pushing himself past his comfort zone to even care about her?

"Hey, stupid Kaneki." She said softly. "Just stop it." She said, as she shuffled around with the covers. Kaneki raised his eyebrows at her, taken by surprise. Touka raised her glance a second after just to see that he was still sitting there.

She huffed and combed her hair back, and leaned against the bed frame. "What's wrong with you...acting like you care all of a sudden." She muttered under her breath. Kaneki smiled sadly and played around with his fingers.

"That's because I do care, Touka." He confessed straight forward. Touka scoffed and refused to meet his glance.

"I don't want you to care about me." She said sharply.

"Why can't I?" He asked softly.

Touka thought about everything that the older boy was going through: His date with Rize, his surgery, becoming a ghoul, almost being killed and eaten by the Gourmet, twice. He was going through so much right now and all he could think about was taking care of her?

Bullshit. She couldn't think about anyone who would act so selfless.

Well actually…just one. Just one foolishly selfless man entered her mind.

She scrunched her face up and narrowed her eyes at him. "It's stupid. I can take care of myself." She answered, smartly. Kaneki sighed tiredly.

"It's getting pretty late, maybe I should go." Kaneki said, scratching the back of his head. Touka huffed and held her blankets close.

"Good, I didn't even want you here." She seethed through her teeth. Kaneki smiled and pushed himself off of her bed with less effort. Kaneki stood up, and surprised Touka by gently taking the covers from her grasp.

He gently pushed her down, until she rested on the bed, and he tucked her in carefully. He moved the cup of coffee so that it was closer to her, and he smiled. "It's not so bad having others care about you, Touka-Chan." He told her.

The high school girl huffed and ducked her head under the covers. "You told me that already, you stupid fool." She mumbled.

Kaneki patted her head gingerly. "Well, I just thought that you might have needed to hear it again." He said, standing up straight. Touka looked away, her eyes half lidded. He was still there, smiling stupidly. And his hand was still resting on top of her head. Grumbling under her breath, she slapped his hand away.

Kaneki was still smiling down at her. Touka pressed her lips thinly together.

"Just leave, Shit head."

She heard the door close, and sighed in relief, squirming a bit out of the covers. Enough for her face to escape. Her cheeks were slightly pink, and she bit down on her bottom lip, thinking aimlessly.

Her lilac eyes then widened at the sound of approaching footsteps, and Touka rushed back under the covers. What the hell did he want now?

Her door creaked open slightly, and a small silhouette appeared. Touka instantly recognized the brunette hair and the hazel eyes of the young girl. "Hinami!" She shouted, but then regretted doing so because she broke out in a coughing fit.

"Sorry, I was lost." She said, setting the plastic bag on the desk. "I just passed by Onii-Chan, he said he came to see you." She said, with a smile. Then, she saw Touka's burning face and smiled a knowing smile. "Did something happen…?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Touka slapped her palm against her head.

"Not now, Hinami. Please."

Hinami laughed behind the back of her hand, and flicked off the lights with the other. "I'll leave you alone for today, Onee-Chan. But, you can't lie to yourself forever!" She teased, softy closing the door. Touka rolled her eyes and scoffed for like what had seemed to be the thousandth time that day and pulled out her phone.

"Well goodnight to you too, Hinami." She muttered, sitting up. "Where the hell does she get her instinct from anyway?" She smiled.

Hinami does seem happier. I'm glad.

She turned it on and started scrolling down her contact list.

Yoriko.

She turned off her phone and shook her head. Nothing had happened that was remarkable enough to report back to her…

…well maybe that he was too selfless for his own damn good.

Touka tucked her phone under her pillow and turned on her side, her eyelids drooping slightly. And he was an idiot… rather nice idiot who cared about her and smelled like coffee. And the way he patted her head gingerly reminded her so much of her dad…not that she liked it or anything.

"Damn you," She whispered, before sleep came and took her away.

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