Red String Of Fate

Red String of Fate

Sakusa Kiyoomi x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: none

not beta-read. also English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors. constructive criticism is accepted.

Kiyoomi twisted and turned in his bed, not able to sleep. He finally gave up and brought his hand towards his face. The moonlight that escaped through his curtains fell on his hand. A faint red glow was emitted by the String around his pinky.

He let out a deep breath and sat up, back resting against the headboard. He was wide awake and was sure that he won't be able to sleep even if he tried. Kiyoomi wondered if you were already asleep and waiting for him.

His mind wandered back to the day-night, actually- he first met you. It was in his dreams. He was surprised to see a complete stranger in his dreams. He usually dreamed about the events which had happened the day before.

He didn't think you were special or beautiful or anything. You were just an ordinary teenager who, somehow, had appeared in his dream.

Then, Kiyoomi saw it. The Red String that connected the two. Surprise would be an understatement to describe how Kiyoomi felt. He'd heard from his father, as a child, that the String connected soulmates. And, that he, with the help of the String, had found Kiyoomi's mother.

You had approached him with a smile, and stood a safe distance away from him.

"So, you are my soulmate, Sakusa Kiyoomi," you had said with a fond smile.

"How do you know my name?" asked him, straightforward as ever.

"Why, you're my favorite character." You had then proceeded to explain how he was a character in a show you loved. Kiyoomi had scoffed, not believing a single word that left your mouth.

He only believed you when the dreams started getting repetitive, and when he saw the String glowing brighter when he was near you.

When he fell in love with you, he didn't know. But he knew it was not sudden. It was slow and gradual and increased with every word exchanged between the two, every laugh from your side and every not-so-subtle snort from his.

Oh, but the universe was cruel, very cruel.

The two of you, separated by dimensions, could only meet in dreams. You could not travel to his world and nor could he travel to yours. The dreams, sometimes, were short and ended abruptly. The most he could do was hold your hand. He remembered wanting to hug you when you were upset after a bad day. But he had passed right through you like you were nothing but a mere projection. For someone who was disgusted by physical contact, Kiyoomi wished for nothing more than to hug you and kiss you.

"It's alright, Kiyoomi," you had said. "I'm happy for having you as my soulmate. There's nothing more I want."

You had smiled, but he could hear the sadness tinting your voice, the unshed tears in your eyes. And when he had woken up from his dream, he had cursed at the universe, at whatever being that had decided this. He cried, even, until he was sure he had no tears left.

Somewhere along the way, he had accepted his fate. And he was sure you had too. You both had no say in this and decided to make the most of what little you had.

After all, how could he keep complaining when he saw glimpses of you in his mirror. When he felt happy for no reason and when his hand felt warm, like he was holding hands. He knew that it was you. And he also knew that you caught glimpses of him. Felt his hand wrapped around yours.

Kiyoomi wished for nothing more. He was happy with you, and you with him. Though being separated by dimensions, your hearts beat for each other. He may not be able to be with you in this life, but he was sure, so damn sure, that he will find you in the next one, the one after that and all the other lives he was destined to live. For, the Red String of Fate, connecting two souls, was permanent.

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Work by: @smolbean12

[7:06]

the sizzling sound of food drowned atsumu's soft humming. the apron that said 'kiss the cook' was no longer its original blue color. red oil stains, black dots of soy sauce and many more mysterious stains were littered across the front.

atsumu gave one last stir to the food and turned off the stove. he turned to look at you, a proud grin on his face. "it's done."

"god, i hope it doesn't kill me," you chuckled. atsumu poured the food into two bowls and walked over to where you were seated on the dining table. "ya will be lickin' your fingers for days after ya finish this," he huffed.

you looked at the plate filled with noodles in front of you. "you made... noodles?"

atsumu had already dug into his bowl. with his mouth stuffed full with food he said, "yesh. but i added exshtra ingredients."

you raised your eyebrows. the noodles looked good and the smell was heavenly. picking up your chopsticks, you ate the small piece of broccoli covered in spices. your taste buds were hit with a wave of different flavors. the broccoli was juicy and had soaked up the spices well. you looked up at atsumu and met his expectant eyes.

you took a few more bites before saying anything. the noodles were perfectly cooked and the broth was savory. overall, the food was delicious. you put your chopsticks down and drank some water.

"atsumu," you said. he leaned in closer and waited for you to speak. "has anyone ever told you you cook good?"

you didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. "no."

you nodded. after a moment of silence you said, "then why do you keep cooking?"

atsumu's face went from confusion to realization to horror. he opened his mouth but made no attempts to speak. horrified at your words he looked down at the food, up at you and then back down. after seconds that felt like hours he spoke. "but the food—is it that gross—i like it."

you burst out into laughter which only made your boyfriend more confused. you laughed and laughed till you couldn't breathe. atsumu's face was so precious.

"oh my god, 'tsumu!" you tried to control your laughter. "i was just joking. this–" you pointed to the noodles"–is the best food i have ever had." which was true. atsumu was a really good cook.

atsumu frowned. "wait, so ya were joking?"

"yes!" you still hadn't stopped laughing and atsumu's face was not helping.

"babe, ya gave me heart attack. why'd ya have to prank me?" despite his words, atsumu was grinning.

"your face was so precious. i should've taken a picture."

"shut up!"

giggles filled the kitchen as the two of you had dinner. later, atsumu got his sweet revenge by tickling you till you were begging him to stop. it was followed by atsumu complaining that three days' worth of workout had gone down the drain because of the calorie rich food he had cooked.

Work by: @smolbean12

Too Late

Sakusa Kiyoomi x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of thorns, i said 'shit' like once

im not dead heh. i lowkey like how it turned out. have some angst after the two fluff fics. sorry not sorry.

Kiyoomi is 15 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling and trying to burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel this way. It's pathetic. He tries to find something in you to hate. Were you unhygienic? No. Annoying? Sometimes yes. But he found it cute. Did you hate volleyball? Also no. You weren't really interested in it but that was okay. Not everyone had to like volleyball.

He tries and tries to hate you, to find a reason to stay away from you but fails. He stays up all night trying to push down the feelings. He goes to school the next day with bags under his eyes and feelings for you that were ten times stronger than the day before.

Kiyoomi is 16 and sees you cheering for him in the stands. He had scored the game point by spiking the ball into the opposite court with a deadly spin. You're hugging one of your friends and celebrating. Seeing you so happy made the corners of his lips twitch up. Komori gave a hard slap on his back and went on about how good the spike was. Kiyoomi thanked him and complimented some of his saves that prevented his team from losing points.

Komori took him and you to a cafe nearby to celebrate their win the next day. You congratulated the two volleyball players and talked and talked about Kiyoomi's apparently 'killer' spikes and Komori's 'life saving' digs. You awed at Kiyoomi's abnormally flexible wrists. "Cool," you said with wide eyes and an open mouth. Kiyoomi's chest felt warm and he's thankful for the mask that hid his small smile. He decided not push down his feelings anymore.

Kiyoomi is 18 and has finished packing his bags. He leaves for his university in two days. He will still be in Tokyo, which was good because going to a place foreign to him was slightly scary. The thought of being away from his family, Komori and you made his throat tighten up. He shook his head and heads out of his house. The three of you were going to have a farewell party of sorts for Kiyoomi. It turned out to be just a movie night with a shit ton of snacks at Komori's house.

Komori was fast asleep on the beanbag with his mouth open. The movie was still playing on the TV, though no one was watching it. Kiyoomi noticed that you had moved closer to him. He didn't mind it. He closed his eyes and tries to fall asleep. Though he ended up snapping them open at your voice. Your voice was soft and low and even with the noise of the TV he could make out what you said. His heart beats fast at the confession that left your lips. He doesn't say anything for what felt like hours. Finally, he gathered the courage to look at you. Maybe you were joking. Maybe you said that in a platonic way. But your eyes said otherwise.

The rarely used, emotional part of him begged Kiyoomi to tell you that he felt the same way, to hold your beautiful face in his hands and kiss you. Kiyoomi almost listened. Almost. He swallowed down the truth and lied to you. He told you he didn't feel the same way. That he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your eyes glowed with unshed tears when you told him that it was okay. You apologized in case you made him uncomfortable and left.

Kiyoomi's throat burned with unsaid words. The lies he said wrapped around his neck like vines, it's thorns pricking his neck. I'm not ready, he reassured himself. He's not ready for you. He would be leaving for uni and he also had to focus on volleyball. He hoped you would wait for him.

Kiyoomi is 22 and plays for MSBY Black Jackals. Komori plays for the EJP Raijin. You work as a sports journalist for Japan's popular sports magazine. Kiyoomi has read a few articles and was extremely impressed. He smiled at the tiny picture of you next to the article. You looked even more beautiful now. The smile he loved so much back in high school was still the same.

During the first two years of college the three of you tried to meet up atleast once every two months. Slowly, once every two months became once every six months which turned into a year. You were all busy with college and side jobs which left no time to catch up with your friends. He was surprised when the feelings he had for you didn't fade away even after years of having little to no contact with you.

This time when Kiyoomi met you again he would confess. He was ready now.

Kiyoomi is 25 and lying on his bed, glaring at the ceiling. He's trying burn all his feelings for you. He doesn't want to feel like this anymore. It's pathetic. He's pathetic. His tears leave a burning trail across his cheek. He doesn't bother to wipe them. Kiyoomi's chest feels tight with unrequited love. His emotions have left the tiny cage he locked them in and reached his throat blocking his airway. Kiyoomi can't breathe and his throat hurts.

He's holding a piece of paper in his hand. He brings it up to his face and sobs harder than ever. He reads what's written on the paper again, just to make sure. It's a wedding invitation. You were going to marry someone who was not Kiyoomi. Kageyama Tobio. You were going to marry Kageyama Tobio, setter of Schweiden Adlers and not Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi looks at it and tries to imagine his name in the place of Kageyama's. It makes him cry even more—the thought of what could have been.

Maybe if he hadn't made you wait, it would have been him marrying you. He wouldn't be crying in his bed and probably would have been cuddling you. If he was ready back then it would have been him with you. But now even though he was ready, you had moved on.

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Red

Kuroo Tetsurou x GN! Reader

Tokyo Ghoul AU

Genre: Angst

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! heavy angst, gore, blood

this took a lot of time and i am so sorry... I had irl stuff and tests too. hope you enjoy this :D

Chapter I

Tetsurou laughed coldly at the man struggling below him. Pathetic. The man knew he would be eaten any second, but he still fought back. Tetsurou ignored his pleas and clicked his tongue, deep in thought. Humans were interesting. They struggled and struggled until last, knowing it would be less painful if they just give up.

All that thinking had made him curious now. He loosened his grip on the man. He pulled his head up by the hair and leaned in close to him. "Hey. Tell me," the man's face was a bloody mess. He didn't smell that tasty. Middle-aged, bald people never did. "Why are you not giving up? You're gonna die in the end anyways. So, why do you want it to be so painful?"

"P-Please. Let me go, please," the man stuttered out. He was shaking in Tetsurou's hold and had probably soiled his pants. Tetsurou tsked, annoyed for not getting answers and snapped the man's neck in half.

His appetite was gone now and no way was he eating a gross old man who stinked of shit.

"Kuro."

Tetsurou turned and found Kenma typing away on his phone. He smirked. It was rare to see Kenma outside.

"Were you worried I got caught by the CCG? Is that why you're here?" Tetsurou said, wiping a fake tear.

Kenma sent him a look of disgust. "Shut up. Yaku wanted to talk to you about something important, I don't know. He sent me to come get you."

Yaku? Something important? Tetsurou instantly regretted not hiding the expensive coffee he stole from Yaku. And Kenma agreeing to even step out of the building was news too. "About what?" he asked.

"You'll know when you get there."

"Mr. Hayase!"

The elevator's doors had started to close. You ran, yelling at the person inside, Mr. Hayase, to hold it open. Thankfully, he did and you were able to get in. Panting, you thanked him and leaned against the wall of the elevator.

"Jeez, L/N!" Mr. Hayase hissed. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

You took a moment to control your breathing before answering him. "I have an important meeting in 2 minutes."

He hummed. "You got promoted recently, right?"

"Yeah. I'm a Senior Investigator now."

Mr. Hayase flashed you a grin. "Be careful out there. Promotion means more danger."

You grinned back. "I know. I didn't get promoted for nothing, you know. I'll be able to handle it."

You were on your floor now. You bowed quick and low to Mr. Hayase and rushed to the meeting room. Mr. Hayase was one of the scientists who worked for the CCG. He was also the one who made you your quinque.

You were lucky the meeting had not started yet. Apologizing, you sat down in your place.

"First day as a Senior Investigator and you're pathetically late." Nakamura Yuuichi, smirked.

You raised your eyebrow. Checking your watch you said, "Actually, I'm 17 seconds early. Well, it's 16 now."

"Don't act smart L/N," Nakamura hissed. You and Nakamura always had a sort of enmity since your trainee days. Always, trying to mock each other, insults would be thrown around without actually meaning them. Why it was like this, you had no idea.

"I'm not acting, Nakamura. I am smart."

Nakamura looked like he wanted to strangle you then and there. It was your turn to smirk.

"Now, if you both could shut up so we can actually start with the meeting," Ms. Rei said, voice deadly serious.

You made a show of pursing your lips and Nakamura clenched his fist and leaned back on his chair.

Ms. Rei eyed the two of you before beginning the meeting. "We received reports of a new ghoul organization," she started.

"Actually, it's not new. We got to know about only recently. The ghouls have been doing a good job laying low. They call themselves Nekoma. They're like Fukurodani—the one which was brought down by the CCG only recently."

Fukurodani was a pain in the ass to subdue. Their leader, Bokuto was an S-rated ghoul with immense strength. His mood swings–a blessing to the CCG–would slow him down. But, ever since Akaashi, an A-rated ghoul, joined their ranks, Bokuto's mood swings were lessened. The pretty ghoul knew how to control Bokuto.

"We don't have much details on the leader or members of Nekoma. We need to find their hide out and hunt them down. We can't let them take over Tokyo." Ms. Rei sat down and rummaged through the pile of files.

"Excuse me," you spoke up. Ms. Rei stopped and looked at you. "Do we have any info on the ranks of the ghouls?"

She sighed and shook her head. "Like I said before, Nekoma has laid low for a long time now. Some investigators caught one of their underlings and managed to get some information out of him. That ghoul only knew the name of the organization and nothing else. Not even the names of his fellow members."

You nodded a thank you and looked down at the file placed on your desk. This investigation will be hard, you thought. You opened the file and found the picture of a man-ghoul-staring back at you. He was a B-rated bikaku, according to the details below his picture. Satoshi Kimura, the ghoul, was caught near one of the garbage dumps in the outskirts of the city. Satoshi was in his late twenties, a few years older than you.

Ms. Rei cleared her throat and everyone turned to look at her. "Nekoma's investigation will be handed to L/N and L/N's squad. Senior Investigator L/N, you can visit Cochlea, where the ghoul from Nekoma is being kept, to gather more information. You will also be assigned a squad of 5 members. I wish you luck on this investigation."

You stood up from your place and shook hands with her. "You will not be disappointed." She gave you a red colored file saying that it had the most details about Nekoma. You thanked her and sat down. Excitement was coursing through your veins. You were going to be a squad leader! You refrained yourself from doing a victory dance.

You were going to find out Nekoma's base and capture all of them.

"Now," Ms. Rei started. "Moving on to the age old case of Itachiyama. Nakamura, like Y/N, you will also be assigned a squad. You are to bring Itachiyama down."

Mr. Minamoto, Assistant Special Investigator spoke up. "But, Rei! Even the Assistant Special Investigator Nishimura and his squad weren't able to kill them. How can you assign this to a Senior Investigator? That too Nakamura was promoted not long ago."

A cold shiver ran down your spine. Ms. Nishimura's squad was brutally murdered by the ghouls of Itachiyama, Ms. Nishimura being the only survivor. She had retired after the incident and had left the country. You couldn't blame her, though. Watching your squad, your comrades die in front you was the bad enough. But, being the only survivor was the worst.

Ms. Rei nodded. "You're right Minamoto. But, that was 2 years ago. Itachiyama has weakened since then. Since the two S-rated ghouls, Sakusa Kiyoomi and Komori Motoya, left Itachiyama and joined another organization. It's safe to say now that Itachiyama is easy to take down. There's mostly A to B-rated ghouls. No S-rated either. That's why Nakamura and his squad are assigned with this."

Mr. Minamoto didn't look convinced. Yet he nodded and looked at Nakamura, silently asking him if he was okay with it.

Nakamura wasn't fazed in the slightest. Instead, he bounced in his seat with pure enthusiasm. That was so Nakamura-ish. Always getting excited at difficult challenges. You had to suppress a smile.

"However," Ms. Rei looked at Nakamura, eyebrows raised. "If you don't want to do it, we can give it to some-"

"I'll do it!" Nakamura bounced up from his seat.

Ms. Rei took a step back. "Alright, then." She said and handed him the files.

Nakamura smirked at you. I'm gonna win Y/N, he mouthed.

Not if I kick your ass first Yuuichi, you mouthed back.

The café was warm and cozy. You placed your order and sat at your table, in the far corner. You would be meeting your squad tomorrow and you were nervous. Very nervous. After collecting the necessary files you had decided to get some coffee before heading back home. So, here you were, in your favorite cafe, files tucked neatly in your bag, waiting for your coffee.

The waiter called your name saying that your order was ready. You got in a hurry and grabbed your bag. You didn't want to leave it alone and risk the files getting leaked. Thanking the waiter, you walked out of the cafe while adjusting your bag on your shoulder. You took a sip and the next you knew was that you had collided into something and were on the ground, coffee spilled, files askew. You had zipped the bag, right?

The files spread across the café's floor said otherwise. You mentally kicked yourself, and scrambled up. You shoved the files in your bag and stood up straight, ready to apologize to the person you collided into.

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

The person–a man–was apologizing with his head bent low. He looked up and spoke.

"I spilled your drink. Let me buy you another one."

You shook your head no. You were disappointed that your coffee was spilled, but you didn't want to trouble a stranger.

"I insist, please," the man said. He looked like he just woke up and put on whatever he had in his closet. His unkempt hair was spiky and fell over one of his eyes. His hazel colored, cat-like eyes scanned you up and down.

"Uhh, okay. If you insist." You agreed.

The man smiled, satisfied. "I'll get you your coffee."

After getting the drinks (he took coffee, too) he sat in front of you. Thanking him, you took the warm plastic cup and were about to leave when he stopped you.

"What's your name?" He asked.

You blinked. "L/N Y/N." After a beat, you asked, "What's yours?"

"Kuroo Tetsurou."

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[7:06]

the sizzling sound of food drowned atsumu's soft humming. the apron that said 'kiss the cook' was no longer its original blue color. red oil stains, black dots of soy sauce and many more mysterious stains were littered across the front.

atsumu gave one last stir to the food and turned off the stove. he turned to look at you, a proud grin on his face. "it's done."

"god, i hope it doesn't kill me," you chuckled. atsumu poured the food into two bowls and walked over to where you were seated on the dining table. "ya will be lickin' your fingers for days after ya finish this," he huffed.

you looked at the plate filled with noodles in front of you. "you made... noodles?"

atsumu had already dug into his bowl. with his mouth stuffed full with food he said, "yesh. but i added exshtra ingredients."

you raised your eyebrows. the noodles looked good and the smell was heavenly. picking up your chopsticks, you ate the small piece of broccoli covered in spices. your taste buds were hit with a wave of different flavors. the broccoli was juicy and had soaked up the spices well. you looked up at atsumu and met his expectant eyes.

you took a few more bites before saying anything. the noodles were perfectly cooked and the broth was savory. overall, the food was delicious. you put your chopsticks down and drank some water.

"atsumu," you said. he leaned in closer and waited for you to speak. "has anyone ever told you you cook good?"

you didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. "no."

you nodded. after a moment of silence you said, "then why do you keep cooking?"

atsumu's face went from confusion to realization to horror. he opened his mouth but made no attempts to speak. horrified at your words he looked down at the food, up at you and then back down. after seconds that felt like hours he spoke. "but the food—is it that gross—i like it."

you burst out into laughter which only made your boyfriend more confused. you laughed and laughed till you couldn't breathe. atsumu's face was so precious.

"oh my god, 'tsumu!" you tried to control your laughter. "i was just joking. this–" you pointed to the noodles"–is the best food i have ever had." which was true. atsumu was a really good cook.

atsumu frowned. "wait, so ya were joking?"

"yes!" you still hadn't stopped laughing and atsumu's face was not helping.

"babe, ya gave me heart attack. why'd ya have to prank me?" despite his words, atsumu was grinning.

"your face was so precious. i should've taken a picture."

"shut up!"

giggles filled the kitchen as the two of you had dinner. later, atsumu got his sweet revenge by tickling you till you were begging him to stop. it was followed by atsumu complaining that three days' worth of workout had gone down the drain because of the calorie rich food he had cooked.

Work by: @smolbean12

Red

Kuroo Tetsurou x GN! Reader

Tokyo Ghoul AU

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!! curse words

Have some fluff yall! I had fun writing this. Oh to be wrapped in kuroo's jacket which smells like him *wails*

Chapter II

"Rank 2 Investigator, Suzuki Akemi!"

The dyed blonde gave a bow. She was of average height and had a lean build. Her tan skin was stark contrast to her hair.

"And I'm, Senior Investigator, L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You shook hands with Suzuki. She seemed like a nice person.

"Ahem! Rank 1 Investigator, Inoue Kentaro. I look forward to working with you," said a short boy with electric blue hair. He was rather jumpy and overly enthusiastic. You smiled and shook hands with him.

Only two of your squad members were here today. The other two, Rank 3 Investigators, would be meeting you the next day. Ms. Rei said it had something to do with disciplinary training.

The thought itself sent chills down your spine. What if you won't be able to control them? Would they think you were incompetent? You had to make a good first impression. You groaned.

Inoue perked up. "Something's wrong, L/N-san? Are you sick? Do you need medical attention?" He asked a never ending string of questions about your health.

You waved your arms in front of him and tried your best to calm him down. "Inoue! It's not like that. Don't overthink."

Suzuki scoffed.

The short male flushed. "I'm sorry, L/N-san. I was concerned, that's all."

"I appreciate your concern. But, you don't need to be that concerned. Get it?"

"Yes."

"Yaku~" Tetsurou called out in a sing-song voice. "I have some good news."

"God, I hope the good news is that you died." Yaku rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't be here if I were dead, you know. And why would you wish death upon me?" Tetsurou threw a look of faux betrayal.

"Just spit out that good news."

Tetsurou smirked. "So, the Doves are looking for us, right? And the other day I bumped into this cute Investigator in the cafe. Their things fell down and I caught a glimpse of this file. A file about us, Yaku. It was red what with the name 'Nekoma' written on it."

Yaku's eyes were filled with disbelief. "You're lying."

"Why would I? I wouldn't joke about this. You know I care about Nekoma more than anything."

That was true. Nekoma was Testurou's life. He had joined it with Kenma when they were kids, who had nowhere to go. After Nekomata, the old leader of the organization, was killed in a raid by the Doves, Nekoma was leaderless. Many other organizations and Doves tried to kill them. Tetsurou, at that time, had stepped up and took the role of the leader. With Yaku's help, he was able to stabilize the organization and strengthen their defense, all the while managing to stay hidden from the Doves.

Well, that was until last week, when one of their weak members got caught by the Doves and spewed information about Nekoma. Thankfully, the new and weak members only knew the name of the organization they were in. They were shown a false hideout to throw off the spies. Only the closest few members like Kenma, Taketora, Fukunaga and Nobuyuki knew everything about Nekoma.

Yaku licked his lips. "Okay, fine. I believe you. How will you get information out of that Investigator?"

"I was planning on cornering them, somewhere secluded. And, you know, torture them 'til they give us what we want." Testurou let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair.

"But, we don't know their rank, yet. If they turn out to be super powerful, we're dead meat."

Yaku considered this. "You're right. Besides, there's no guarantee the investigator will yield to us. Some of them are too loyal for their own good."

Tetsurou spread out his arms. He grinned and said, "And that's why I came up with a foolproof, extraordinary plan."

"And what would that be?"

"I talk to L/N, the investigator, gain their trust and get them to tell me what they know. I can also get info of what's happening in the CCG."

Yaku looked like a babysitter who was tired of hearing the bullshit the baby said. "That's one fucking horrible plan, your roster brain came up with. What makes you think they'll trust you"

"Charm, Yaku. Charm. They won't be able to resist me and my good looks. They'll be head over heels for me in a week."

"Yeah. Only if they are into rooster-ghoul hybrids like you, then they will."

"You're saying that 'cause you are jealous."

Before Yaku could retort, Tetsurou said, completely serious, "No matter how bad or risky the plan is, I'll do anything to save Nekoma."

The CCG had provided a home for you and your squad. It was spacious with 5 bedrooms, a large kitchen and 3 bathrooms. Each room had a bed and closet.

You chose the room nearest to the kitchen and told Suzuki and Inoue to choose from the remaining 4. Arranging your things quickly, you went to the living room to be met with an angry Inoue telling off Suzuki.

You cleared your throat to get their attention. They shut up immediately and turned to you, expectant of news. "We'll be starting our investigation as of tomorrow. I want you all to be prepared. I believe you have received your quinques?"

"Yes!" The two yelled.

"Inoue, what's your quinque?" You asked.

"Mine's a bikaku type, rated A."

"You, Suzuki?"

"Koukaku, rated A." She said.

"Alright. Nice quinques. Mine is an ukaku type, rated S. I received it recently. Apparently, it was made from the kagune of the former leader of Nekoma, Nekomata."

"Oh!' Inoue piped up. "That's so cool, L/N-san. I think it will be very useful against the ghouls of Nekoma."

"Stop stating the obvious, shorty." Suzuki deadpanned.

"I'm not short. You're just too tall!"

They continued to bicker. Tired of this already, you decided to take a walk.

It was cold outside and you cursed at yourself for not wearing your jacket. You contemplated going back, but the thought of listening to Suzuki and Inoue argue for even a second made the cold bearable. You reached a park, and sat under the farthest tree.

There were not much kids playing. You spotted a few college students talking animatedly near the swings.

"Y/N-chan!"

You turned and saw–was he Kuroo Tetsurou from that cafe?

Your doubts were confirmed when he came closer to you. He was dressed better this time, and his hair looked tamer. He was wearing a black shirt under a blood red jacket. Black jeans and running shoes completed his look.

He flopped down right beside you and grinned. "Damn, we meet again. Is it fate?"

"I'd call it a coincidence." Kuroo was warm. You leaned into his warmth, unconsciously.

"I believe there is no such thing as coincidence. Everything happens for a reason."

Impressed, you raised your eyebrows. "Are you a philosopher of sorts?"

Kuroo laughed. "God, no. I'm just a college student."

At this point, your arm was in complete contact with his. You couldn't help it. He was warm and you were in need of warmth.

"I reckon you are a college student, too?" He asked.

You took a moment to answer. You weren't sure whether or not to tell him you were a ghoul investigator. So, you went with the safest option. "I'm a college student, too." For some reason he didn't ask which college you went to. You were grateful.

A cold wind blew past, leaving you shivering.

Kuroo straightened up. "Aww, Y/N-chan. You should've worn a jacket. Winter's close you know."

"It isn't that cold," you lied. It was, in fact, very cold. As if on cue, you sneezed.

Kuroo laughed. "Here, have my jacket." He removed his jacket and draped it around your shoulders. The jacket was warm and cozy. You let yourself drown in it.

Putting it on, you thanked him. The jacket was at least 2 sizes bigger which made you feel extremely small.

Kuroo smirked. "You can keep it. Looks good on you."

Your face heated up alarmingly, making you look away from him. It was silent for a moment, before he spoke up.

"Can I have your number? I want to get to know you more."

You agreed and exchanged numbers with him. With a promise to call you later that night, he went home. You went back shortly after.

You had to explain to Inoue and Suzuki that the jacket did not belong to your boyfriend or girlfriend, but instead belonged to an acquaintance of yours. The explanation, however, fell on deaf ears as your subordinates flashed you knowing smirks.

Work by: @smolbean12

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