Can You Keep A Secret? (Tokyo Ghoul x Reader)

Part 29!

You lie there in your bed in the dead of night. Everything is silent and dark. There isn't anyone walking about outside since it's too early for the alcoholics to stumble home from the bar yet. All the sensible residents go to bed long before now.

You're still pondering the definition of 'fangirling' even though you've told yourself to stop thinking about it long ago. Your brain should be deciding how to stop world hunger and poverty instead of such 21st century topics. It could be doing anything else productive, but its making it's own definition of the word youths use.

You stare at the ceiling as your vision grows darker. As you blink, the world becomes a bit brighter but returns to darkness after a while. It's annoying.

You roll over and grab your phone which is charging on the dresser next to you. You click the little button that turns it on and hiss at the sudden ray of light. Before you do anything else, you turn the brightness down and enable power saving mode - gotta be eco-friendly.

There's a few notifications that you've received emails, but you don't check them because they're probably just scammers. Instead, you play with the flexible phone case you bought on Ebay a couple months ago. It once had a rose gold flower on it, but the design has rubbed off since then, leaving you with a floppy, clear, useless case that won't protect your phone if you dropped it from less than a foot.

(Not a promotion of Ebay)

As you peel it off, a single piece of paper falls out of the back of your phone. You scowl as you move your hand across your chest to try to find it. When you're about to give up and regard it as just a figment of your imagination, you turn your flashlight on and pan it across your bed. Finally, you find it on the floor, pick it up, and read the blurred writing.

"Dear (Y/N), I'm so happy you're okay, it fills me with joy. Please, don't ignore me anymore, I need to be near you to survive..." That's all it says. How utterly revolting and sappy. You scrunch it up. It's supposed to make you melt in adoration for the 'secret admirer' that everyone knows who it is by now, but it doesn't. He should've realised now that you have no interest in him, right? Are young boys that naïve?

You turn over and try to go back to sleep. Suddenly, you start to panic. You can't hear Kaneki. You can't hear a snore; a rustle of bed sheets; a whisper; a moan as he imagines- no, too much, I'm not getting into that. I mean, i get it, he's a kid. All this stuff is natural. No, im looking too much into this. Its supposed to be a tense moment and I'm just ruining it right now. Okay, let's forget about that stuff and check he's there again.

You hold your breath and stay still. You listen intently to the silence. You should be able to hear him breathing. At least a small breath? Maybe a cough?

You bolt upright, still holding your breath, and press your ear against the wall. Anything? No. Silence.

You throw your covers off you, revealing your skin to the cold, night air, and jump out of bed. You run to the door, attempting to get your breath back to its normal breathing pattern after you held it for so long.

You push the door open and creep, silently but quickly, to Kaneki's door. You press your ear against it like you did in the bedroom and held your breath. This method is not as efficient now since you can hear a ringing in your ear and your heart thumping in your head.

Silence.

You pull the door open and stare into the darkness, allowing your eyes to adjust. Your eyes widen as you fix your vision on the cold, empty bed and the wide open window.

Well, this spells disaster.