I do not own the characters from Tokyo Ghoul only my imagination and my own ideas (and OC's but I'll see if there will be any in here). Thanks for reading~

Ayato tied his shoes sloppily before opening the door; he paused before calling back into the house.

"Touka! I'm off!" He waited for a response.

"…Have fun." His older sister mumbled from the lounge room. She always hung around him when things got her down, this time: exams. He was glad he's never gone to school. Ayato stepped into the cold air and pulled his jacket tighter around him. This was going to be a rough day.

Ayato walked into the studio and took a deep breath; he loved the smell of fresh paint and new brushes in the morning. He slipped off his shoes, the laces having come undone on the walk over.

"Tatara-san?" He called out.

A soft grunt came from Tatara's desk where Ayato found his boss half asleep and designing a company's logo.

"Coffee?" He grunted again as he turned to face the indigo haired adolescent. Ayato froze. Damn it, he'd forgotten the coffee.

"Sorry, I'll go get some now." He reassured as his boss groaned, rubbing his tired eyes. Ayato prayed that Tatara wouldn't threaten the safety of his apprenticeship over a cup of coffee. As he realised his prayers were answered he scurried out of the studio and onto the busy street. The coffee shop his sister worked at wasn't far from him, he'd duck in there.

He was the first person he saw. The first person he laid eyes on and Ayato swore his heart stopped beating. He stood behind the counter, shooting a charmed smile at customers as he took their orders. He ran a hand through his white hair as he turned back to call an order to a slender female. Ayato shook his head and loosened his scarf, it was insanely warm in there. Someone accidentally bumped into him, shocking him back into action. He carefully made his way up to the counter and made sure to order from the black haired girl who smiled politely at him as he appeared in front of her.

"Hello, how may I-?!" She was cut off as the sound of porcelain shattering sounded through the bustling café.

"Oh, shit, Kaneki?" She turned anxiously to the white haired boy.

"Yes Irimi-san?" His voice was velvet but with some of sort of husk as he said the woman's name. Ayato flushed as he realised how much attention he was paying to this guy's voice alone.

"Take over for me? I think Roma-chan dropped a cup again." The woman, Irimi-san, begged of him before disappearing further into the café.

"Sure." This boy, this Kaneki, called back before turning to Ayato and smiling warmly at him. Ayato's heart fluttered.

"May I take your order?" Kaneki asked, his voice was so sweet it would've made Ayato gag if he wasn't so busy drinking it up.

"Uhm, two mochas please. One with extra chocolate." He mumbled into his scarf as Kaneki wrote it down.

"To go?"

"Yes please."

"Shame, I was hoping you'd stay longer." Kaneki chimed, causing Ayato to blush and look at him.

"What's th-!"

"2 mochas to go, one with extra chocolate!" Kaneki called to the back as he grabbed two cups and got a pen ready.

"Name?"

"Ayato. Ayato Kirishima." Ayato muttered bitterly, what was this guy playing at?

"Touka's brother?" Kaneki asked, his steel eyes lighting up in recognition as he passed the cups to an outstretched hand behind him.

"Uh, yeah…" Ayato mumbled.

"How's she holding up? Exams and all." Kaneki smirked, tapping his black fingernails on the bench top.

"She's coping." Ayato lied, he knew he should. Touka hated feeling weak, but what she hated more than that was people thinking it as well. Kaneki stared at Ayato with a dreamy look in his eyes before speaking up.

"I can see why she doesn't mention you."

Ayato felt something snap inside of him, he hated being written off as a delinquent because of how he looked. He clicked his tongue angrily.

"What's th-!"

"Too cute for your own good~"

Ayato froze. What. Did he. Say?

"Wh-!" He was cut off again as his order landed on the counter between them.

"650 yen." Kaneki chirped. Ayato snapped back into focus and began to look for his wallet but Kaneki simply held the drinks out to him.

"Take them, it's on the house." He smiled at the flustered boy. Ayato took them gladly and muttered an incoherent thanks before quickly exiting.

Kaneki sighed happily as he watched Ayato Kirishima disappear. The boy's overgrown, messy indigo hair flapping out wildly behind him along with his mottled green scarf. He watched as Ayato stumbled over his untied shoelaces before hurriedly vanishing from his sight. Kaneki slapped his face lightly before facing the next customer, one constant thought running through his mind.

'Cute'.

Ayato practically slammed Tatara's coffee on his desk before sitting down in his own chair. How dare he tease him like that, the young teen thought as he began to drink his coffee. He pulled a face and looked at his cup, it didn't taste right.

"Ayato, wrong coffee." Tatara called out.

Ayato quickly dashed in and switched the cups, noting a sly smirked on his boss' face.

"What?" He asked.

"I think someone likes you." Tatara chimed.

Ayato quickly examined his rightful cup and flushed furiously as he read the message on it.

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Free Sunday~?

Thank you for reading this chapter. This story is actually going to be a collection of all the possible ways these two have fallen in love, either for the first time or all over again. Hope you can continue reading~