Ayato's POV

Ayato sat embarrassed as he woke up to notice his head on Sasaki's shoulder. Not to mention, that his whole half of his body was splayed over the elder's stomach. Ayato lay still, he didn't want to wake Sasaki up, but to tell you the truth he just didn't want him to see him blushing. Not like he was blushing though, he was mature, mature people don't blush.

Ayato slowly, but carefully tried to slip away from him, but before he could Sasaki snatched his arm. You would expect his hand to be feverishly hot, but instead it was ice cold. Just like Kaneki, but he wasn't.

Kaneki was dead.

Ayato angrily snatched his arm away, rubbing his wrist. He didn't like Sasaki, this ghoul investigator. Everything about him haunted Ayato. Yet, why did he bring him all the way to his own home. Just why was he so interested in him?

Ayato studied his face. It even resembled Kaneki's. The young man was disgusted at himself; Kaneki wasn't a name you could just throw around and Sasaki wasn't him. He just couldn't believe it, but what was he going to do with him? The ghoul investigator seemed to have gotten better since last morning. He was no longer sweating that must be a good sign, right?

I should just wake him up, thought Ayato. Just as he was about to kick him, a sudden loud ringtone went off. Ayato's head turned sharply, trying to find the boisterous phone. A tiny light shone through Sasaki's pants' pocket. Ayato sighed tiredly, just what was he doing? He dug his hand through Sasaki's pocket making Sasaki shift and mumble something.

"Now's not the time to wake up, you shithead," Ayato mumbled to himself.

Snatching the phone, Ayato looked at the contact label.

Akira (my mom)

Shit, Akira the ghoul investigator. She was well known, and Ayato had seen her himself so had Kaneki. She was a tough one and she was Sasaki's mom. Ayato looked up to from the phone screen to notice Sasaki staring at him in confusion. You weren't supposed to wake up, Ayato thought frustrated.

"Can I see my phone?" Sasaki said mumbling tiredly. He had bed hair, his collarbone was exposed, and he looked like a mess. In fact, Ayato's heart started to beat faster.

Silently, Ayato gave Sasaki his phone trying to come up with an explanation, but failed to do so. He took the phone as his hand brushed against Ayato making him shiver. He wasn't prepared for that, not at all. He looked at the investigator grimace at the phone as put it against his ear. The shouting that rang off the phone was loud, incredibly loud.

"Just where have you been!? The Q's don't even know where you are! Just what makes you think you can skip work like that!"

"Sorry," Sasaki looked at Ayato smiling, "I passed out again."

Ayato looked away from the smile. He felt like he was invading his personal conversation. Fortunately, the endless amount of shouts coming from the phone seemed to have dissipated. There wasn't a single sound from the phone actually. Ayato turned back to Sasaki; he was nodding and talking silently into the phone. Now he really felt like barging into his personal life, which he had nothing to do with.

"You want coffee?" Ayato mouthed.

Sasaki nodded and grinned. Ayato almost fell off the chair he was sitting on, that was too unexpected. Stumbling, Ayato got off the chair and headed towards the kitchen. Ayato's heartbeat pounded in his head, his body felt hot. Why was feeling like this? Don't tell me that airhead spread the fever to me?

Now, that he thought about it, he shouldn't have left him behind. Who knows what that investigator will do? Trying not to bring worry upon his shoulders, Ayato began looking through the cabinets trying to find the coffee. Quickly, he found it and turned on the coffee machine. Unlike Touka, Ayato never had the knack for brewing coffee. He'd rather just you seem coffee machine, he didn't have the time to make a perfect cup of caffeine. Expect this time, he was actually the one serving the guest.

"Oh, you make coffee that way?" Sasaki came up from behind him. He put his hands up to hold his chin and his elbows rested against the counter. He was already making himself at home, thought Ayato. This wasn't a good thing, right?

"I'm not much of coffee expert," said Ayato.

"I always make coffee manually. My pupils think it's the best coffee around, besides Urie of course," echoed Sasaki as he mumbled the last part. "Oh, I'm sorry. I came barging in, I never thanked you for helping me back there. Name's Sasaki Haise"

"No, its fine, but it seemed way more than a migraine. Don't you think you should go to a hospital, ?" Ayato was curious; something was definitely off about Sasaki. According, to his conversation with Akira, he passed out and it wasn't even the first time. It was like passing out in the middle of the street happened regularly.

Sasaki chuckled touching his chin, "I think I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine." Ayato said nudging him. Just what was he doing continuing a conversation with him? This isn't what he's supposed to be doing. Hell, he should have killed him by now, but everything seemed so natural as if it was a dream, for some reason he wanted to keep it that way.

"Trust me, it happens all the time. Now, let's see how this coffee tastes."

Happens all the time, huh?

"Beware, it might not be the greatest," Ayato said surely. Even Ayato, himself knew his coffee wasn't that good. Having tried Anteiku's coffee before, his own caffeinated drink couldn't even compare.

He watched as Sasaki took a slow sip, coughed a bit, and grinned over the rim of the cup.

"It's delicious," he said.

"Liar," he said stubbornly as he took a sip of his own coffee. It was the same bland, watery coffee he had everyday.

Sasaki glimpsed at his watch. Ayato himself stared as his own clock, he had to go meet with Hinami soon.

"I think I have to get going. Since I didn't go to work yesterday, my work has piled up."

"Yeah, my work is also piling up itself," Ayato said. As soon as he said it, he scowled. He already knew what question was going to come next.

"Oh! Where do you work ?" Sasaki asked curiously while batting his long black eyelashes. Ayato's heart skipped a beat and he looked away shyly. Why did he mention his work? He wanted to punch himself for saying something so stupid, but that would mostly like freak out Sasaki. Several seconds past, before Ayato came up with a lie and muttered, "Wigs salesman."

"I'm going to have to see you at work soon then," Sasaki said as he took the mug and chugged it down. "Oi! What are you doing?! You're going to burn your tongue, you idiot!" Ayato shouted at him. What was this shithead thinking? All that he replied with however was a grin that would beat the sun in a competition.

"Thank you, for the coffee! It might have been one of the greatest cups I've ever had! Now I have to get going!" Sasaki said quickly picking up his things.

"I know you're exaggerating!" shouted Ayato as he heard the door open. Ayato could hear a receiving laugh just before the door closed shut.