Yuki's POV
"See you tomorrow, Fura-kun." Arima said to the orange haired laid.
"Mh. Take care of Yuki. See ya later Arima. *Yawn*" Fura gave a great yawn, walking away from Arima and I.
"... I-I think I can walk from here. You've carried me quite a lot already..." I suggested, shy with my own words.
"Alright." He responded nonchalantly.
Arima opened the door to his apartment, turning on the lights to reveal a western styled interior design. It was actually quite roomy and a large apartment.
"Do you live alone...?" I asked, unsure because of my hesitation if I would be asking someone personal.
"Yeah." He shortly replied. "Come. We should properly disinfect your injury." I saw Arima pull out a medical kit and placing it onto the coffee table. I carefully directed myself over and sat down.
*Unwrap*
"*Choke* W-what kind of injury is that?!" I gasped, covering my eyes from the sudden shock of the weirdly shaped cut.
"It's the one you got from-"
"N-n-no! Why didn't I feel pain from this weird cut?! I-it's g-gross! I can see my s-skin tearing!" I began to go lightheaded.
"Don't worry. I'll be careful tending to this. A lady shouldn't carry scars on her body."
"......"
'Well, I already have plenty of them...'
After countless whimpers of the pain of the disinfection with the power of alcohol, I was beat tired. Like dead tired exhausted.
"... I feel so light headed now..." I commented lifelessly.
"I'll make some dinner." Arima said, standing up.
".... C-can I help...?" I asked, fidgeting with my fingers and hair.
"Can you cook?" He asked, making me choke on air.
"Ahaha~! Of course I- can't..." I sweat dropped. "B-but, can you teach me...?" I timidly asked, continuing to play with my hair, giggling nervously.
"Sure... Just don't burn down the place."
"I-I won't! Hopefully..." I mumbled the last part.
An hour later~
"Woah! You're a great cook, Kishou! This is a full course meal! I wish I can cook like you!" I exclaimed, setting up the table for two.
"Thank you. It just takes practice."
"Well, maybe I should start learning then..." I thought, placing a finger to my chin.
"Hmph." I glanced over to Arima, seeing him smirk lightly, but I shrugged off the idea.
"Thank you for the food!"
*Nom nom*
"Awesome Arima! The fish you stewed is super tasty! The salad dressing is so light, yet enchanting! Amazing~!" I smiled, taste buds dancing in harmony and joy.
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" He asked, biting into a piece of fish.
"Eheh, umm... Maybe?" I chuckled nervously, remembering that my bullies at school would be furious at me for the last time I punched their faces and their nonexistent guy spot.
"Would you like me to make you a bento?"
"Ahah. What? Am I hearing things correctly?" I innocently smiled, nomming into a diced vegetable.
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(REVISED)Conflicted Love (Tokyo Ghoul fanfic) (CONTINUE and EDITED STORYLINE)
FanfictionEdited version: In the cruel world, loving siblings will be torn apart. With a sister that strives to protect her brother through the line of work of creating a better world without ghouls, and a brother who will become her greatest dilemma and her...
