Title| you're a masterpiece

Genre| romance / humor / comfort

Rating| t

Fandom| Tokyo Ghoul

A/N: maybe a few months earlier? relationship just starting out.

Are You Gonna? — Uta

The apartment had been silent when Uta had awoken that morning as he rolled over, slapped the alarm clock and stretched. Still not moving from bed, he reached out, feeling that the sheets had gone cold, but the scent of Kaneki still lingered in the bedclothes.

He sat up then, determined to get the day started and have something decent to eat — sans eyeballs — before opening the shop for the day.

He stretched out, cracked the bones in his back from his uncomfortable sleeping position and threw on a sheer robe. Deciding he would shower after coffee, Uta summoned the motivation to leave his bedroom. While knotting the belt at his waist, it was then that he — mind still groggy from lack of actual sleep — that he realized that he was not alone in his apartment as he assumed he was.

Opening the door to his bedroom, Uta found his apartment was filled with the scent of early morning coffee, accompanied by a surprised looking Ken Kaneki; hair damp from a shower and sporting fresh clothes. "Uh, good morning, Uta-kun."

Uta cocked a brow at him. "You stayed the night?"

"Yeah, I did." Kaneki said, almost as if he was surprised himself. He wasn't blushing though, not yet anyway. He was growing used to Uta's blunt manner months ago. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, of course." Uta loomed closer, nose twitching. "Is that for me?" He indicated to the mug of fresh coffee Kaneki had been holding under his nose for the last thirty seconds. Kaneki blinked and then looked down, as if he had forgotten that he was holding it.

"Yeah, it is." Uta took the mug and sipped at the coffee and felt warmth seep into his bones. Yes, it was so nice having a barista for a bedmate. "Just how you like it?"

"It's perfect." Uta assured and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Kaneki's cheek. "Good morning. What's this?" He tugged on the collar of Kaneki's shirt. He eyed the still healing love bite he had laid against Kaneki's throat maybe hours ago, but for whatever reason, it seemed to be healing at a more sedated pace.

Either way, Uta knew it would be healed by the time he got back to the Twentieth Ward.

Kaneki was, or chose to be, innocent to the mark.

"Oh, well, I have an early shift this morning. I brought clothes in my bag when I came over last night." Uta nodded, catching sight of the backpack strap that Kaneki had on his shoulder. How did I not notice that? He wondered, but dismissed it quickly. "So, I'm showered and ready, so I'd better get going."

"Alright, I'll walk you out through the shop." Uta agreed and followed Kaneki out of the apartment—taking a moment to stop in the kitchen to see yes Kaneki had a full pot of coffee waiting for him—and then the two slumped down the stairs in the comfortable silence of tiredness. "You'll take the train, ne?"

"I've got my pass." Kaneki turned to him when they entered the studio in the back of the store, dimly lit with security lights and the tell-tale gleam of metal pieces in their boxes, waiting to be crafted. He had been creating a lot more lately, customers tipping well for his services and the like. He was even happier than normal when a little rush of orders had come in earlier this week from ghoul and human patrons alike.

"You're not mad at me for staying the night, are you?" Uta stared at him. "Because I was just so tired and I didn't want to walk home late."

"No, no, it's fine. Actually, I'd rather prefer it." Now, Kaneki blushed and Uta smiled a little when he pressed his mouth down against Kaneki's, eliciting a small groan. His fingers carded through his own long, dark hair. "Let's do this again? But maybe without you having to leave so early?"

"I don't work tomorrow morning." Kaneki muttered.

"Hm, see you tonight then. Eight o'clock?"

"O-okay." Kaneki scurried out of the studio and into the main part of the shop, Uta right on his heels to unlock and relock the door once he was outside. After he had turned a corner, Uta retreated back upstairs to shower and get ready for the day, smiling as he went.

I like this pairing, omg.

-queenchesh