Glow | Tokyo Ghoul

# 0 0 3 ⦋ Solace ⦌

— 2016

word count — 1500

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I was caught off guard each time our eyes met, as cheesy as that sounded. I hadn't noticed until then that her eyes were hazel; very hazel if eyes could be very anything.

    "It's scientifically proven! You can't argue with science, Domoto-san." Said Mirélle.

    "Yeah, but what about..." Maki's voice faded from my thoughts.

   Nighttime was rolling around much slower than I had expected – it was only eight when the café began to pack with several customers. The seven of us stayed in our place; our waitress visited us often and asked if we wanted any food – minor details aside, I was sipping on my second cup of cappuccino while Mirélle drank out of a cappuccino mug as well (it felt good that we were both drinking the same thing, for some reason). Maki and Norio had ordered grilled sandwiches, while Hana and Sumie ordered milkshakes as they continued to argue.

    "That's honestly the dumbest thing I've ever heard." Grunted Sumie.

   Mirélle knew I was looking at her. 

    "Hide has a point, though..." she muttered.

   Our eyes met several times and each time, a slight smile was brought to my face, disappearing just as quickly as it came. But she was acting nonchalant about it, I guessed. Hastily, she would look at Sumie or Jin, or anyone else, and hide her expression by pressing her lips together or saying something out of the blue. We were all chatting with one another, however, the notion of the subtle tension between us made it a little bit awkward.

   What would she want with a guy like me, anyway?

    "Do you think Ghouls exist, Sumie?" asked Hana.

   Raising a brow, Sumie shrugged. "Gee, I don't know. Do vampires exist?"

   Mirélle groaned, slumping her shoulders. "Argh, not this again..."

    "A non-believer!" My laughter was unstoppable. "How rare."

   I couldn't help but blush and feel thrilled at the idea of her liking me back, though; my palms were already sweaty as I reached for my phone again, emailing Kaneki like my life depended on it. I had to tell him every single thing because I wouldn't possibly be able to tell him all of it when we were to meet up. He was one for detail, after all.

   I'll just save it to my drafts.

    "Quoi?" Mirélle's voice grabbed my attention again. "What animal attacks? You watch too many shows, Sumie."

    "What 'Ghouls'?" Sumie countered. "You guys watch too much TV. It's all propaganda."

    "Yeah, we watch this show called The News." Even though he was chuckling lightly, Jin was serious.

   As our jokes and conversations clashed, I bent down to the bag near my foot to pull out some unfinished notes and ask the guys about it, but I was abruptly distracted by the sight of her crossed legs.

   I was not staring...her legs were right there.

   Her thighs looked...hmm...

   Her right leg kept bouncing as if she were nervous or annoyed, producing a jingling noise from the anklet she wore.

    "Hideyoshi, are you looking for something?" I heard her ask.