Kaneki comes running into the kitchen, "What is it, (Y/N), and why are you walking around? You woke me up, you-"
"That man..." You mutter quietly as you selfishly cut him off, "the one who was with me before I blacked out."
"That was a police man," Kaneki states, quite concerned. He probably thinks you're still asleep if you're supposedly talking 'nonsense'.
"No, the one with purple hair and the hideous suit."
"What?" Kaneki says, clearly confused.
"He was at the coffee shop, staring at me."
"He came to the café too," Kaneki says, a sudden realisation flooding his face, "I think Touka called him Tsukyama."
To be honest, you're unsure if you're talking about the same person. Because recent trends are becoming more 'unusual', there must be loads of people with brightly coloured hair and vibrant suits. It sounds very ugly, but if famous people can pull it off, you expect normal people will think they can anymore. Who does that 'fashion icon' think he is? Absolutely no one should go out looking like they've picked up a fresh new suit from the drycleaners, then bribed a group of painters to pour twelve buckets of Kansai Paint all over him from the 3rd story of a town house.
(This is not a promotion of Kansai Paint)
"Tsuk-"
"Tsukyama," Kaneki finishes, "I think he's a bit weird."
No kidding, Sherlock. You think I went up to him and said "Oh, yeah, you know that I noticed you watching me and it didn't make me uncomfortable whatsoever so, please, continue to stare at me as if I'm a mirror and you're a self-obsessed celebrity." Of course, he's weird!
"He said he knows you."
"Not personally," he says as he places a hand on your shoulder. You push it off you as it makes your feel really uncomfortable after thinking about that failed lab experiment who was watching you in the café.
"Oh," you turn back to your cup of tea.
"Yeah, he was looking all over me when he came to the café, so we're in the same boat, I guess."
"He doesn't know you're a-"
"Ghoul?" He breaths in sharply, "here's the thing, he is a ghoul."
Ah, so all ghouls dress like idiots! I should take you to a charity shop so you can blend in with the latest ghoul trend.
"How do you know?" You say as if you're asking a question that'll change the whole situation - but it won't because you're not a famous detective.
"Well, Touka told me," he looks uncomfortable speaking about this, making you pity him slightly, however he continues, "But it was fairly obvious after he started fangirling over my blood."
"Fangirling?" Isn't that was girls do when their celebrity crush does absolutely anything - including breathing?
"You know, when someone gets addicted to something that doesn't really make sense and they start blushing and-"
"I know what fangirling is," you say bluntly before covering your mouth to say another sentence, "its not like you have many."
"What?'
"Nothing. I meant 'What do you mean fangirling over your blood?'"
"Oh, he was sniffing it and all that after I cut it on a teacup."
"What if he isn't a ghoul?" You gasp, "What if he's a vampire?" Heh, I like vampires more than ghouls.
"I highly doubt it," Kaneki says, dismissing your stupidity.
You laugh and turn back to your tea. Finally, you say, I can drink my tea with my mind at rest. Just as you pick the tea up, a loud pounding comes from the door.
Both you and Kaneki freeze, not daring to even whisper to each other.
Who, or what, is it?
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Can You Keep A Secret? (Tokyo Ghoul x Reader)
Fanfiction"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says to you. "You've been acting strange," you say slowly, "and why have you bought so much coffee? You never used to like it." "Uhh... my friend showed it to me," he says. In theory, he should be great at l...
