Viick time: I'm feeling such a traitor right now. I promised my friend this one-shot would be online on January 1st and look at how much I procrastinated. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ness. T–T
On my defense, it was difficult to write for Touken/Haika. Since we don't know if Touka already gave her name to Haise, or if it was her true name at all; it was hard so I had to stick up to pronouns. That, and also we don't know how much of an impact she has on our beloved Haise. I had this idea before chapter 11 was released so we can see it as a sort-of AU… Well anyway. English isn't my first language, so if you see grammar mistakes, tell me so I can fix it! Beware of the slight OOCness.
DISCLAIMER: Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo Ghoul:re and its characters are property of Sui Ishida.
It was predictable, she thinks. He kept going back there, with or without his crew, and made clear that he liked when she was the one who served him coffee, not Yomo – of course, he didn't mind when it was Yomo, but that glint in his eyes when she entered his visual field was enough proof.
And when he smiled at her in greeting. And when he told lame puns just to see that sad, but beautiful smile of hers. And when he praised her coffee skills. And when he waved goodbye at her with promises of going back.
It was predictable. Haise Sasaki was attracted to her and would ask her out soon. And she couldn't do a thing about it because she had corresponded to his flirting.
When she greeted him back. When she smiled that sad, but beautiful smile of hers when he told her some lame puns. When she smirked when he praised her coffee skills. When she waved back at him, eager to have his company again.
It was all damn predictable. And now, under the city lights, on a nice autumn night, walking side by side with him, she thinks that it's wrong completely wrong he could find out about her true identity and everything she and Yomo had been doing to preserve the false happiness they had would be wasted and–
When his hand tugs at her own, trying to get her attention at something he had said, she doesn't care. He is with her again. Yes, he doesn't remember who he was but it is alright. He wasn't suffering anymore. He was smiling more than he did in the past. He–
"Miss?" he calls her again.
Her head snaps and she focus on him. And at that moment, she swears she stops breathing.
His lips are parted, as if he was about to say something, his upper row of teeth showing. His head is tilted downwards for being taller than her; his hair is framing his handsome face nicely. The city lights clashes on his skin, leaving shadows and glows, creating a contrast that make her cheeks warm. And his eyes, always so gentle and kind, are looking at her with admiration, pure, pure admiration – could someone have so much sincerity in a look? Observing his eyes, she decides that yes, they could. Her heart flutters and she has to advert her gaze elsewhere, otherwise she was sure she would burn from the intensity of his eyes.
No please no don't tell me this is happening no not again I don't want it I don't want to feel it what if I lose him again what if he remembers it will be my fault I don't want him to remember no no nonono–
Reluctantly, she turns her eyes at him again, and gives him a smile. There, under the city lights, looking at her, he couldn't be more perfect.
He couldn't stop himself. That girl on :re had something that pulled him to her; every time they talked, she would leave him fascinated. It was predictable that we would go back there, with or without his crew. And it was predictable that he would ask her out one day.
His squad members teased him about it, of how much of a lovesick he looked, or how they would support him, or how the idea of flirting with a random girl of a random café was stupid. Nonetheless, he kept advancing – on baby steps, but it was something, right? And she looked like she didn't mind, either.
This is why he is where he is with her. The night is pleasant despite being autumn and there isn't much people roaming around the streets, so it makes a perfect place for them to be walking around.
Haise can't help but think he is a lucky man. The atmosphere is calm and they are enjoying their companies quite a lot. The young man smiles and he can't remember when was the last time he felt so happy just from being with someone.
His company seems distracted, so he talks. He talks about his day, about his little siblings – squad members, Haise, squad members! – and even cracks a pun. But the lady beside him just nods her head and her gaze is elsewhere. Haise blinks in confusion and tugs at her hand.
The goose bump that goes up his arm and settles on the nape of his neck has to mean something. Her hand is so warm and soft and he wonders why he hadn't done that before. He sees the small smile she has – maybe unconsciously –on her lips.
"Miss?" he calls her again.
Her head snaps and he focus on her. And at that moment, he swears he stops breathing.
She isn't just cute as Mutsuki says, or hot as Shirazu states. She is beautiful– gorgeous. Her softsoftsoft hair glows under the city lights just as much as her big, curious, vivid eye. He opens his mouth to say something, but the shock of how beautiful how gorgeous how stunning how much of a perfection she looks makes his sentence get lost. Those soft and kissable lips are parted just a little, as if she is in wonder but what is she admiring? She is the masterpiece here, Haise thinks. The only thing right now on his face is admiration toward his company.
He feels something on the back of his mind. That horrible sensation again. As if he knows her from somewhere else but can't remember from where exactly, as if on a past life. Deep down, he wants to believe it but the thought scares him, so he forces that away and focus on her again. She turns her head with an adorable blush and when she looks back at him–
He gives her a gentle smile too. He tightens his hold on her hand and she doesn't object. There, under the city lights, looking at him, she couldn't be more perfect.
Yup, new writing style. Actually, it's not exactly new; I thought it would fit Touken/Haika better, hehe.
Thank you so much for reading, any feedback is appreciated, specially constructive ones! I hope you enjoyed. :)