Tokyo Ghoul Magazine - December Edition, Issue #2

♋ One Shot: Haiku Hassle ♋

Sup, it's Rae again (x-Little_Wildcat-x). This time the one shot that I found is an Ayato Kirishima x Reader called "Haiku Hassle". Ayato is one of my personal favorite characters, and this piece of fluff certainly did him justice. Ayato is beautifully written in character, and this piece of writing (while relatively short) is both funny and adorable. I hope you guys like it as much as I did!

LINK - http://attackonfanfiction.deviantart.com/art/Ayato-Kirishima-x-Reader-Haiku-Hassle-549319820

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"I don't get it. This is dumb."

These words provoke yet another groan to leave your lips. You weren't certain as to why Ayato insists on learning how to write a haiku, but whenever you'd ask, he'd blow you off.

"Let's call it a day then, shall we?" you suggest, your patience with the young ghoul wearing thin. Ayato jerks an eyebrow, and expresses his disdain with a click of the tongue. He shakes his head, his hair somehow managing to get even messier from the action.

"No," he disagrees. "I need to learn this."

For what feels like the millionth time today, you ask, "Why? If you don't like haikus so much, why are you so adamant on learning?"

He rolls his eyes. In a way, he feels embarrassed. It's rare that he can't learn something quickly. If it isn't hands on, it takes an extended period of time. Not only that, but writing a haiku requires smarts, along with patience. The latter he practically never has.

"Just teach me already." His words have a bitter edge to them.

"I have been, but you still don't understand it somehow. It's simple. The top line has five syllables. The second, seven syllables. The third and final line has five syllables too."

Ayato blinks.

A sigh leaves your lips, and you lean back.

"I don't know how else to teach you," you whine. "Isn't there someway that would help you learn it easily?"

"Write one for me."

"Only if you say please."

"No."

Well, you didn't think it would've worked anyways. You perk up, and whip out your phone. After typing in the passcode and opening it up to notes, you begin to ponder.

"I'll go with something basic," you say. Ayato nods, attentively watching you. The feeling of his scrutinizing gaze causes shivers to travel down your spine. While you're thinking away, you hardly notice how Ayato's inching closer to you.

After tapping away gleefully on your phone, you hand it to Ayato. He snatches your phone away, ignoring your weak protest, and narrows his eyes.

"Hah? The hell does this mean?"

You recall what haiku you wrote:

"Ayato is rude,

he eats a lot of my food,

and is a small dude."

Ayato sneers, a small blush on his cheeks.

"Is this what you think about me?" he murmurs.

You shrug, "Sorta. It's hard to think of a haiku on the spot, and this was the best thing I could come up with."

"I can think of something better than this."

"Nice. You do that, Ayato."

It wasn't your intent -- but he appears to have taken your "taunt" seriously. He storms off, angrily murmuring things. You, once again, shrug. It wasn't all that odd for Ayato to get pissed off. He'll calm down in a little bit. Until then, you'll relax.

What you guess to be about twenty minutes has passed since Ayato stormed off. You wonder why he was taking so long to come back out. Just as you thought this, lo and behold, the piss-baby emerges from his hiatus. He walks back over to you.

Instead of appearing angry (as he was earlier), he seems smug. There is a grin on his face, his eyes challenging. He hands you a piece of paper. You curiously eye it, and take it from his extended hand.

The paper itself it worn and thin. You squint, noticing all the times Ayato must've erased on it. In the middle, is what you assume to be a haiku.

"I like you idiot,

so stop reading this dumb thing,

kiss me already."

Your eyes widen, warmth radiating from your cheeks.

"Well, since it's in writing," you say slowly with a nervous laugh. Ayato's mouth is agape for a moment, feeling shock know that his (admittedly) dumbass plan is working.

"R-really?" he asks, voice strained.

"Sure."

Ayato quietly thanks his past self for sticking it out, and learning how to write haikus.