Glow | Tokyo Ghoul

# 0 0 2 ⦋ Koi No Yokan ⦌

— 2016

word count — 2047

♪

For some reason, I had expected to see a missed call or an email from Kaneki.

   As I laid in bed, wide awake and unprepared for university, the events of last night reoccurred to me. That girl...

   A part of me was waiting for Kaneki to make fun of me; as if he had known what's been going on in my everyday life.

    'I thought hotties were impossible?!' He'd say, teasing me about what I said to him the day his date entered that one little café a long time ago. Then again, he did end up going out with her...and then some.

   Maybe Mirélle was a Ghoul as well...?

   Nah. No way! I would certainly be very dead right now if she were.

   Either way, it didn't matter. A girl like that would easily forget me overnight, as they have before, and that wasn't something surprising. It was a long shot and, despite her claim of not being so, she probably was really drunk. 

   She was already out of my league to begin with.

   Still, I couldn't help but feel some sort of sadness at the thought. She did ask for my info, and it must've autosaved somehow.

   And to actually think I had a shot with her? 

   Damn it Kaneki, where are you to tell me "I told you so" and accuse me of being "that" guy? Getting back at me for calling you 'a delusional basket case'?

   ...Where are you anyway?

♪

The morning had been a long one.

   I peddled along the streets, eager to get home and put up all the information I had heard on the Aogiri Tree and other Ghouls, connect the dots and try to make sense out of the gibberish my hand would scribble from quickly gathered intel.

   It was the weekend and surely, I'd be heading out with a couple of friends from university. Just a break from this busy life of mine – I was desperate for one, after all. From the haunting thoughts of Kaneki's life to the Ghouls that almost had the city in their grasp, a night out sounded like the best thing at the moment.

   Stationing my bike at the staircase near my apartment door, I stalked straight into my room and pinned up the latest news on Ghoul attacks and sightings.

   It may seem like I was on the bad side, but I truly wasn't...I think.

   Maybe by the time I'm with the investigators, I could be more useful: I could help more, in some way—

   My phone began to buzz from my jacket pocket, sending vibrations up the fabric.

    "Yo, Jin-senpai! What's up?"

    "Ah, Nagachika, you on for tonight, right?" the voice on the other end exclaimed.

   Harada Jin was a great guy that I met when I joined the Festival Committee during Kaneki's absence. On my first day, he gladly showed me around and thoroughly explained to me my role(s). I thought that we'd only be friends temporarily—until Kaneki got back—but apart from a few others, he was all right to hang with.