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Hori & Kaneki: Date...? (non-ship, mentions of sex)

A/N:
bit of an AU, Shironeki returns to Anteiku post-RE, Shuu's not wanted by the CCG and whatnot.

Tsukiyama Extermination Operation never fucking happened okay let me have my peace.
This is basically me tying in prior ShuuNishi with current ShuuNeki because I love romantic tension uwuwuwu

Dedicated once again to WritersDoodles, also known as: my good ass friend Laurence!

Thanks for listening to my ridiculous rants yet again and inspiring this fic! It's all for you bb ;-;

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Hori Chie.

Short and frank, dearest friend of Tsukiyama Shuu, had shot Kaneki a text from her cellphone rather suddenly, asking him out to a café in Ward number twenty-one.

Tsukiyama's Ward.

His family's domain, the one they stood on top of, but more specifically:
The Ward belonging to The Gourmet.

The phone conversation went something like this:

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Unknown number: Hey, take me out for ice cream. 🍨

You: Uh, who is this?

Unknown number: Chie,
Hori. Camerawoman.
Tsukiyama-kun's old classmate.

You: Oh. Why are you
texting me exactly?

Kaneki put the number into his phone swiftly, didn't even bother asking her how the fuck she managed to get his number, and received a text following immediately:

Hori Chie: So you can buy
me some ice cream. Meet
me at XX ... at 3 PM tmrw.

Too passive to deny her, Ken replied:

You: Okay then.

Hori Chie: Thanks! 🐭

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With that strange conversation over, Kaneki leaned back on the booth he was currently seated in and heaved a sigh. His head felt heavy, despite the time being around seven PM, he felt exhausted.

His shift hadn't been long, but it was still rather demanding and a bit stressful due to the Quinx knowing their location and so many Doves enjoying the coffee and atmosphere.

Little did they know, this place was run by Ghouls. Ken kept to himself but was easily recognisable, however... somehow managed to stay low when one of his former cohorts arrived.

Tsukiyama wasn't around lately, and he vaguely wondered if this was some sort of elaborate scheme of his, but with the way their relationship was working right now... Shuu didn't want to eat Ken, per sé.

Perhaps in a whole different way altogether he'd like to eat me but- wait, no! The half-Ghoul's face lit up in several different shades of red as his mind took a turn, and he made direct eye contact with Nishio as it progressed.