𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗨𝗦┃tokyo ghoul, avengers

𝟯，HIS TURN NOW

filler chapter? filler chapter? fill e r cha p te r ??
btw the one below this line says "its kaneki's point of view this time around" in caps if u cant read it oop

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𝗜𝗧𝗦 𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗞𝗜'𝗦
𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪
𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗

His arms are sore and numb when he wakes up.

He's on his desk, at home, papers sprawled over the mahogany surface, his few pens fallen and scattered and inkless, a warm cup of coffee sitting just beside the little succulent Hinami had given him before as a gift.

His throat felt dry, and he stills. Why am I here? Why am I at home? I need to save-

Why wouldn't I be at home? The question rang, silencing any other thoughts that came around. Kaneki sits up straight on his chair, stares at the papers blankly, unable to read anything- the words are all too muddled and illegible for him to.

Why wouldn't I be at home? The question repeats. Kaneki's breath hitches. Who do I need to save? Another question whispers. They repeat and repeat, his head starts to ache, and-

"Papa?" A soft, familiar voice snaps him back.

He jolts, looking over to the side. Peeking behind the door is his daughter, eyes wide and innocent as a child. "Mama said its time to eat," Ichika says, pushing the door further and stepping in. She's as tall as the door knob now, if not just a little more. She's almost an exact copy of her mother.

Kaneki doesn't do anything but stare. Something aches, his head pangs- he feels relief, regret; Ichika's brows draw together in concern when he keeps silent.

"Papa?" She calls, worry clear in her voice, her lips tugged down slightly. "Are you okay?"

Kaneki flinches again. He gives her a weak smile after second, "y-yes, I'm fine, Ichika. Go on ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes. I just need to," he glances at the papers on his desk, "Reread these to make sure its all neat.. and stuff."

Ichika giggles, a grin stretching on her lips into a warm, sunny look. Kaneki freezes. Instead of radiant expression, it blurs; her eyes are wide, desperate and hopeful, lips open and ready to say something, anything, but she's frozen, like a doll. There are icy tears clinging to her face. Her skin is deathly, bluish, body cased in ice, a small hand reaching out for him-

"Please don't leave me-!"

"Papa?!"

He's on the floor now, hands planted on the soft, beige carpet, and his breaths are shakey and he can't stop trembling. Ichika kneels before him, panicking slightly, hands waving around in a flurry.

Touka arrives shortly after with hurried steps, almost slamming the door open with short pants, and Hide stands behind her with a first aid kit.

Kaneki feels his head throb again, pounding at him, painful, painful, painful- Touka and Hide are frozen now, too, bodies stuck in a pause, skin bluish and pale and deathly.

He's yelling now, screaming, shaking on the floor, hands over ears and fingers digging into his scalp, painful, painful, painful. Touka and Hide's bleary figures are by his sides now, he can see the faint outline of Ichika, too. Their hands are cold, cold as they hug him close, cold as they support him together.