Luxurious books ( Kaneki x reader)

Misread pages

Weather it was on the train, on the bus , in a coffee shop.I was always thinking of ideas for new stories I would write. From ' Coloured sea' to ' phantom rain' I was always wanting inspirations for my short stories.

A while ago I had just did a review on one of my best franchises ' Cool town fever ' and ' Re: corpse' Which successfully sold over 300,000 copies over 3 months. My books were flying off the shelves all over japan. Writing stories was my passion, my enigma, my inner self, writing books was my everything.

With my marker pen in hand I was ready for another round of signing books at the book signing. What lovely faces would I come across this time.

My editor always warned , that ghouls were lurking around disguised as humans. But I bet even the most deadliest ghoul at least came to ease when they came across a book of interest. Right?!

I came across a brunette who kept on stuttering over herself as she shakily held out her book to me. I came across a elderly woman who, with her grandson happily held out a pile of books to be signed. As I did so she went on and on about how her husband was a fan of my novel ' coloured sea'. I laugh in response as this wasn't the first time I heard this story.

I thought I was done for the day when a final fan gingerly walks over to my desk. " Oh? Hello there what's your name?!" My eyes freeze on his face.

A weird feeling folds within me as I look deeper into his hollow black pupils . His hair was like icy strings of white and grey. Strangely I thought he was beautiful. His creased white sweater looked too small on his frame. Like a mother swan out of the winter breeze.

" Who is this book for?!" I chime  breaking the silence. " His pink lips part slightly as if he was carefully picking his words.

" A friend..." He mutters.

I nod and take his ' coloured sea' book gently from his hands. I sign it and he takes it back. There were no words exchanged between us apart from a soft' thank you' as he walks off with his signed book. His fluffy white hair swayed as he walks off.

I watch him leave. What a strange boy...

I lean back in my chair, balancing the marker pen crudely on my nose.

Time to go home I guess....