Enough

Enough

Pairing: Touken

Rating: Gratuitous amounts of fluff and sap (Someone end me before the sap kills me)

Scenario: The couple’s first and last Christmas alone. Ken goes overboard with gifts and Touka has to deal with her idiotic husband. Nostalgia, Fluff, and drabble galore.

Words: 5084 

Note: A gift for @harleyquilt . It’s kind of an apology gift for dealing with my cringe, bs, and horrible personality on a daily basis. You’ve been an incredible inspiration as a writer to so many of us and you really are a blessing of a friend, sweet, kind, hilarious and someone who I am grateful to have met. Wishing you an amazing holiday season with lots of love, laughs and some god damn rest you prick. Have a great time lulu, hope the grammar ain’t too shit this time.  

On the morning of Christmas Touka awoke, opening her eyes lazily, for a moment her vision glazy and unable to make out the phone atop her side table. It’s ringing and buzzing the most likely reason why she had woken up. Rubbing her temples, she turns towards her husband’s side of the bed to throw her arms around him only to her shock to find his side of the bed empty. 

A small pout forming on her face, she got up stretching her arms and letting out a yawn as she looks at the clock in the middle of the wall in front of her. Almost 8 she mused to herself as she picked up her phone. A bunch of messages and texts, all of which were holiday merriments and greetings from their friends and loved ones.

Her hand unconsciously began to trace circles around her swollen belly, it was almost time, she mused as she felt a light kick emerge. 

“Next Christmas you’ll be here with us Mizuko,” she hummed in a low whisper. 

Touka began scrolling through the texts with a smile on her face, after spending too much of her life, fighting and running normality such as this was a treat indeed. And then as if the mind had just been taken over she was struck with a sudden realization,

“The Presents!” she exclaimed as her hand reached to the bottom of the bed in search of said presents. She swatted it all over, then finally looked underneath. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing under their bed, spare a few ‘toys’.

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Beginning - Touken Minific

Summary: Just a minfic about Touka first going through her new found feelings towards Kaneki back in the early days of TG. Fic made for the first day of Toukenweek, hope you enjoy!

It was a quiet day at Anteiku, the day passing slowly and lazily. There were only a few customers in today, including Hide, Kaneki’s best friend. Though Touka was sure that he was also Kaneki’s only friend…Regardless, she watched Kaneki chat with his loud friend, Touka tempted to scold him for slacking off, but she decided against it - she may not exactly respect Kaneki after him being such a bastard towards her when they first met, but she could at least give him a break after everything he’s been through. Especially after that day…

“If you died, Touka, I’d probably be…sad.”

It was such a simple, silly thing that anyone could’ve said, but even so, when he said those words so…sincerely, it sparked something within her. During the past week, she’s tried nothing but to bury this unneeded feeling away, but every time he was close, every time she heard his voice, every time he called her name, her heart would flutter a little. She felt like an utter idiot for feeling this way, this silly crush of hers nothing more than a nuisance for her. And yet…Why does she feel so happy when he’s near?

Whilst she contemplated these continuous thoughts of hers, she started to brew some coffee for herself, mimicking the exact movements and order Yoshimura follows -  she hoped that one day she could be as good as him, brewing delicious beverages  for everyone to enjoy. However, when she looked up again, her eyes caught Kaneki’s, who was staring right back at her. She was about to look away again until he flashed her a big, goofy smile, awkwardly scratching the back of his head and that single smile made Touka’s knees weak, her cheeks heated up slightly.

Flustered, she then accidentally poured the coffee too quickly, the top flying off and hot, boiling coffee spilt onto her hand and apron. Everyone in the cafe turned to see her uniform stained and her hand throbbing with a red burn across the back of her palm. Kaneki’s eyes widened and he quickly got to his feet.

“Fucking son of a-” Touch clenched her jaw tightly and let out a loud grunt of pain, kicking the counter and slamming the coffee pot down against it. In the corner of her eye, she saw Kaneki nearing her, his eyes filled with worry and concern and she immediately left to the break room to avoid any more embarrassment.

“T-Touka-chan, wait!” He called for her, following behind to the break room, where he saw Touka already trying to open the med kit, only for her to hiss, her burnt hand flinching, and dropped the supplies. “Let me do that.”

Kaneki kneeled down to gather the dropped items, looking up to see Touka stubbornly pouted and her eyes averted away from him. He then gently took her hand, Touka first tempted to slap him away, until he pressed some cool ice against the wound, rubbing it over the back of her palm in slow, circular motions. Her hard stare softened, a small blush arisen from the feeling of her hand gently held in his.

“Does that feel better?” Kaneki asked, looking up and she turned her face away again, trying to hide her blush behind her hair and nodded. “You should be more careful-”

“Shut up, idiot.” She snatched her hand away once Kaneki wrapped a bandage around it, but he didn’t move away. The way his soft eyes looked at her… “W-What?”

“Your clothes - they’re soaked.” Touka looked down to the stain that covered her shirt, waistcoat and what was a white apron. “You’re gonna catch a col-”

“And why do you care?” Touka snapped, crossing her arms. “You don’t need to mother me, you know.”

“Touka-chan, don’t be like that.” Kaneki sat down besides her, the close proximity creating butterflies in her stomach and she shuffled in her seat awkwardly. “I care about you.”

Oh jeez, Touka thought and for a moment she had no idea how to react. Should she punch him for being so corny? Act it cool? Wait, no, at this point, that option wasn’t available. Ignore him completely? How was it he had such an effect on her with just a few words? It was both confusing and irritating at the same time.

“You look so cute when you’re blushing.” Kaneki laughed and out of both embarrassment and panic, she kicked his foot, hiding her flushed cheeks behind her hand. “D-Don’t say stupid shit like that.” Touka mumbled.

“But it’s true.” Kaneki got up and held a hand out to help Touka back onto her feet, and though she was tempted to take it, she slapped it away instead.

“Idiot.”

Touka mumbled curses beneath her breath as she stormed past him and back into the shop, but when Kaneki was busy with a new customer, Touka returned to the break room leaning against the wall. She placed a hand over her racing heart, her mind a melted mess. She still wasn’t certain of her feelings for him, not completely, but all she knew was that this was only the beginning.

“Shit.” Touka rested her head back against the wall, her eyes shut. “Stupid shithead Kaneki.”

Black and blue, turning and over-turning the things I’d chosen countless times, forever repeating the same actions… Ungainly. Awkward. Indecisive. Weak. Endlessly useless. That is what I am.

The Sin of Greed (2/??)

Summary: Being forced to become a part of Goat is taking a toll in Touka’s life, but she has no time to complain when she’s given her first task as Kaneki’s new lackey…

Words: 7,045

Notes: I’m pretty sure the first half of this is shit and I’m honestly worried that I’m going to fuck up this series, but I really hope you enjoy the second chapter to this new series. Feedback is appreciated! Hope you enjoy~

Touka rested her head on the desk, turning it to look at the new phone that was a few inches away from her face. She was almost afraid to even look at it, let alone touch it and yet she continued to take Miza’s words with caution - if she threw it away or decided to neglect the newly made deal with Kaneki, she will likely regret the consequences that would follow.

It was all just fucked up.

Just then, there was a loud thunder of footsteps before the door slammed open, Ayato standing behind it with a furious snarl and his eyes filled with boiling rage. He walked right up to Touka, who at this point hadn’t moved an inch since his rude intrusion into her room, and turned her chair to face him. Lazily, she straightened herself and looked up to her brother, who continued to scowl at her.

Even with this unwanted anger from him, she couldn’t blame his emotional state; as soon as she finally returned home, mentioning nothing to Irimi during the car ride, she went straight to her room and slept for the night. She guessed that during that time, Irimi had told both Yomo and Ayato of what happened, especially Touka’s strangely quiet behaviour afterwards.

“You got captured?!” Ayato yelled, Touka wincing at his loud voice. “What the fuck happened? Did he just let you go? Is he making you do something-”

“Ayato, please stop.” Touka rubbed her temples and leaned back against the chair. “It’s…complicated.”

“Big fucking surprise.” Ayato snapped, slamming his hand down onto the desk. His eyes then caught sight of the new phone that he didn’t recognised, snatching it before Touka could take it away. “The fuck is this?”

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and so the boy becomes a nameless king.