"To me, you smell way too human." Uta X Reader !! LEMON !! Tokyo Ghoul fanfic

Part 1

College was a difficult choice for you, for you couldn't decide between art and theatre – you chose art even though that one niche you wanted to focus your creativity on, also involved a whole lot of theatre: masks. You wanted to create masks and out of all mask shops you ever visited (and you visited a lot of them, as in, you would buy plane tickets to a foreign country where nobody could speak any of the languages you know, just to visit a particular mask shop you've read about online), your favorite wasn't too far from home – Uta's shop. You loved the place. Not a week went by without you visiting that shop to see what Uta-san would come up with next and you've been doing that for the past 4 years of your life. Uta got used to your visits and, to say the least, he quite enjoys them. He always waits for you with hot coffee and scowls you if you don't show up when he'd usually expect you to. Not to mention the fact that he sometimes asks for your opinion on his work and is more than happy to give you advice with your own creations in return. He once told you that he gets anxious when he sees you taking one of his masks in your hands and analyze every side of it with a concentrated frown on your forehead. You tried telling him that you just admire the craft of it and try to replay the process of its creation in your head, to learn from it, but his words meant more to you than you let show. You liked the fact that something about you made him nervous. You liked having an impact on him, even if it was a little one.

Being a loner, you actually came to realize that Uta was, practically, your best friend, since you didn't have many. However, you never actually told him that, since, well, he was liked by many and you knew for certain that you weren't his only faithful customer... that's all you were, right? A customer. A faithful one, but just a customer. It didn't matter though, you both liked hanging around each other. You guys talked about absolutely everything, not just art, and for that, Uta trusted you enough to confess his biggest secret to you...

And even though you had no problem with what he was... that day changed everything.

"Somebody got attacked by a ghoul the other day, did you hear?"

Uta was hammering small needles in the sides of a mask when he replied "Scary, isn't it?"

You shrugged. "Not really. I actually find ghouls kind of cool. Humans took advantage of this planet long enough, because of the supremacy that came with being 'the top of the food chain'. Now that ghouls came into the picture, we're not top of the food chain anymore... we're not as safe as we thought we were. It's kind of thrilling, isn't it?! It makes you want to live every single day of your life to its fullest, never knowing if it's going to be your last..."

Uta placed his hammer to the side.

"(y/n)-chan, what if I told you I'm a ghoul?"

He was testing the waters, apparently, but there were no waters to test. You smiled victoriously.

"I'd reply with 'I had a hunch' and 'it's about damn time you told me!'."

"Aren't you scared of me?"

"Quite the contrary. I just might come here even more often."

He chuckled, but not in amusement... was it relief? You couldn't put your finger on the vibes he was giving you.

"I'm part ghoul too, you know..."

He shot you a bewildered glance.

"No way. For real?!"

"Yeah! My granddad told me that my great-great-great-great grandfather was a ghoul. Or half a ghoul... I don't remember, but he's certain I have a little ghoul blood in me."

Boom. A secret for a secret. And that was your pride speaking, too... you were certain you had some ghoul genes mixed within you. It made you different from the others. It made you special – it made you cling onto the first step of the food chain by the pinkie. It was probably why you didn't fear ghouls. The people at Anteiku, the café you loved so much... yeah, they were ghouls too. You knew that and yet, you had no fear of them what so ever. In your heart, you were one of them. You were so happy to finally tell this to Uta... you thought this exchange of sensitive information would finally bring you even closer together...

Boy, were you wrong.

"Oh... kay? You have some ghoul in you? That would explain why nobody at Anteiku finds you appealing. Let's have a little test."

That was not the reaction you were expecting. Not from a ghoul and certainly not from Uta. You had no idea what he was talking about. What does your appeal have to do with anything? Does he mean your appeal as a woman?! Well, you may not be a Victoria's Secret model, but you've definitely seen worse. You would give yourself a 7,1 – 8,4 on the good days!

Uta went to the kitchen and came back with a jar of eyes. You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as soon as you saw it. He took the lid off on his way to you.

"Take one, ghoulie."

You didn't want to coward out of this. You're part ghoul, damn it, pull yourself together! For all you knew, it might taste amazing. You reached out slowly, trying to extract a blue-irised appetizer, but felt your breakfast coming back in your throat the very second you felt the milky, slippery sensation of the organ.

"Just as I thought."

Uta withdrew his arm and spun the lid back on the jar.

"I'll give your grandfather the benefit of the doubt, but I don't think there's any ghoul in you. I don't know why the others don't feel it, but, to me, you smell way too human."

He said that in such a casual tone... like 'nice weather we're having' or 'what time is it?'. The top of the food chain was mocking the runner-up. If you had to choose between what he just said to you and him saying that you're a bad artist, you would have chosen the ladder. Uta was on his way back to the kitchen, to put the jar back in the fridge, when he heard the door to his shop slam shut.

"(y/n)-chan?"

You left with angry tears in your eyes and stopped visiting for 3 months.