Tsukiyama loved his cloth. He loved it even more when Kaneki bled his delicious juices on it. Oh, what a fantastic scent! He craved the scent on the cloth like nothing he had ever craved before. Whenever he was alone, he gently caressed and sniffed the cloth. He enjoyed breathing in the scent until he almost suffocated, the fine fibers of the cloth gently tickling his face. One night, he thought he could hear it whisper in his ear. It said, "WTF are you doing?" It was that moment when he realized that it was not the cloth talking to him, but it was Kaneki who had just walked into the room.
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I know I'm going to hell for this.
But I am not sorry.
Happy nightmares ;)
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Tsukiyama x Cloth
FanfictionIt's official. I'm going to hell. Please note this is not serious. I wrote this in like 10 minutes in the middle of the night.