Modified (Uta x Reader)

1: First Impressions

"Is this a bad time? Itori said I need to come by for a mask." Your voice rang out in the mostly empty mask shop. Itori had told you that you should expect a heavily tattooed and pierced man, but she hadn't mentioned that he might be making out with a silver-haired man who would be shirtless and have his hands down the other man's pants.

"Oh, excuse my unprofessionalism." The black-haired man stood up. "I am Uta."

He held his hand out to you delicately and you shook it.

"What? Just abandoning me and my needs for a piece of tail that comes in?" The other man grumbled as he put his shirt back on.

"What needs? Aren't you a robot with no emotions?" Uta laughed. "That is Yomo, don't mind him. So a mask, eh? And Itori sent you. Funny; I didn't get a text from her."

"Itori doesn't tell anyone about me. We're friends and all, but it's better for me to stay away from other ghouls." You admitted freely.  "Anyway, she said I should start carrying a mask with me and recommended your shop. Can you do it? I actually can't come back another time; I only have a few hours a week."

Uta looked you up and down.

"Turn for me. Then, take a seat here."

You did a twirl and did as you were told. You didn't have much time to mess around today.

Uta examined your body closely. From heel to upper thigh you had corset piercings with black ribbon running through them. Your back was also pierced in the same style with the same ribbon running through it. Your torso and upper legs had a smattering of tattoos, but your calves, arms and neck were suspiciously free of them. Your bellybutton was pierced and you had eight dermal piercings littering your collarbones. Your hair was unstyled except for a single black clip. And your face was plain with no make-up. The only thing that stood out was your lower lip. It had been sewn and red thread wrapped around it, giving it a resemblance to a candy cane.

Your clothes matched your style. A halter-top, backless, black velvet body suit, covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. It was surprisingly open for your body type, but who was he to judge? In fact, he preferred it.

"What is your name?" He grabbed a tape measure and began taking your measurements.

"YN."

"And I suppose you're a ghoul."

"Half-ghoul."

"Did you hear that, Yomo?" He turned to give the other male a surprised look. "Just my luck to meet a second half-ghoul in two days. Were you made?"

"Born." You kept your answers short, not sure about this mysterious man and his questions.

"Ah, so your eye will be on the other side than Kaneki's." He nodded to himself. "Or at least so Itori says."

"Sure." You shrugged. To you, it didn't matter. Itori told you to get a mask, so you got a mask. But you had to admit, the shop owner was quite the sight. He was just your type. By that, you knew that he just dressed like you.