#juuzou fluff

⌕ tokyo ghoul • suzuya juuzou.

Day Eight of The Underrated And The Unwritten

Notes: nearly done with this event omg. also I was thinking about doing a second part this day

Warnings: some gore? just things that are normal in the anime and slight yandere themes

Characters involved: Kaneki Ken, Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader

Kaneki Ken

Your wet footsteps echoed across the abandoned alley, with a ragged gasp leaving your form every time your shoe slapped against the concrete.

Normally, you would have simply slunk into a stray corner of the dark street and waited for the ghouls to run past you towards another human, but today was different.

Today, they seemed to be adamant about having you in particular.

Perhaps if you had paid more attention to their intentions you could have saved yourself from such a situation, but after a day of tirelessly arguing with Kaneki about his latest missions with Aogiri Tree.

He was falling in too deep, doing things that he couldn't possibly find his way back from, and as angry as that made you it also worried you severely, something Kaneki chose to disregard and ignore until your built-up emotions exploded.

In your distressed state, you hadn't thought twice about running out of the house empty-handed but as you came to a stop in the dead-end alley you couldn't help but hope you had at least brought your phone with you.

"Where do you think you're running off to, little human? Don't you know us ghouls can easily catch up to you?"

The older man was quick to let out his Kagune as he spoke, with the long blue tendrils leaving no room for you to even think of escaping. Not that you could have in the first place.

You weren't one to shy away from a fight, yet as the ghoul drew closer you couldn't help but cower into the concrete behind you, with the loud racing thumps of your heart drowning out any thoughts of escape.

Unfortunately, they had also drowned out the sweeping sound of another ghoul racing across the rooftop of the house behind you and gracefully falling to the spot before you.

"You know, normally, I don't like killing other ghouls-"

You had never been more thankful to hear Kaneki's voice, but the warmth filling up your chest soon ran cold the second your eyes shifted to register his Kagune.

"-but you really chose the wrong human today."

He didn't even wait for the other man to reply before quickly launching his Kagune forward, with its sharp knife-like tips poking gaping holes into the other ghoul's body until he was but a bleeding pile of flesh on the alley's floor.

It was only then that Kaneki finally chose to turn towards you, wordlessly reaching for one of your palms as he allowed his Kagune to vanish.

"You can get angry at me, hate me, yell and even hit me. I don't care. But don't-"

he sighed as he took a small step forward, with his other hand coming to cup your cheek and wipe away stray tears you hadn't even registered up until then.

"-don't ever put yourself in danger like that again. That's the one thing I cannot accept."

His palm fell away from your face after that, instead falling down to pull the hood of his hoodie up while he tugged on your interlocked hands to lead you out of the alley.

The two of you didn't dare breathe a word to each other, but the way you silently clung onto his hand and didn't try to run away at the sight of his apartment's front door said enough.

Kaneki Ken might have been a misunderstood yet violent ghoul, but he was your ghoul. And as much as you would try to run from it, you were his too.

You just hoped he wouldn't ever forget that.

Juuzou Suzuya

You weren't at the cafe.

It took Juuzou a moment to properly process the sight of the empty booth at the back of the cafe, and another to take in the sight of your favourite book discarded on your usual seat.

Anyone else wouldn't have thought twice about the upside-down novel laying flat in a way that would clearly ruin the pages, but to Juuzou the badly placed book was all the evidence he needed to know that you had left your date in a fit of anger after the little argument.

The blond quizzically tilted his head to the side as he spun on his heels, quickly taking his leave from the cafe to instead stand before the door like a lost child.

It took him a moment, but just as Juuzou was going to convince himself that you had simply rushed to the bathroom sometime after he had, he spotted exactly what he was looking for.

A sign.

The small bracelet discarded beside the lamp post certainly wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was enough for Juuzou to confirm two things.

While you had probably left the cafe of your own will, something had gone wrong right as you were about to leave the street entirely.

He didn't even think twice before swivelling to the right towards the back alley he had spotted on his way there, with a breathy laugh escaping his lips the second Juuzou realised he had been right.

You had met one of his old classmates.

Or rather, they had tracked down the only possible weakness Juuzou had and tried to use you for some revenge plan.

He didn't even think twice before letting out his Quinque and charging at the ghoul towering over your injured form, with his mind going into attack mode and forgetting everything else.

It was only when the ghoul lay on the ground before him like a mangled corpse that Juuzou registered his maniacal giggle and the blood dripping down his hand and slowly approaching the end of his white button-up.

However, it was the sight of your widened, fear-filled eyes that had him finally putting down the Quinque in favour of consoling you.

Juuzou felt another giggle bubble up in his ribcage as he squatted down before you, nonchalantly reaching for your form until his arm was casually wrapped around your shoulders and he was pulling you towards him.

"Aw, are you alright, doll? Do you want me to beat him up more for revenge?"

The way you quickly shook your head at his questions only caused another laugh to tumble past his lips as he pulled you up alongside him.

Juuzou took a moment to grab his suitcase before wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you along with him, paying no mind to the dying ghoul in the alley as he led you back to the cafe the two of you had planned to meet up at.

"Come on, we can just forget about the stupid fight! We're going to be late and then I won't be able to spend much time with you!"

He could tell the way he was so casual about the entire ordeal got to you by the way your eyes still remained widened as you barely mustered a nod, but Juuzou couldn't bring himself to do anything about your fear, not when he was too busy reigning in his own.

He could have lost you.

Juuzou could have really lost you.

For the first time in forever, Juuzou found himself feeling a sense of fear at the idea of someone's death, and he hated it, for it made him feel like a weak little child.

He hadn't even realised his grip on your wrist had impossibly tightened until you let out a soft whine and retracted your hand, with the action causing Juuzou to finally turn towards you.

"Are you okay?"

"What do you mean? I should be asking you that."

You shook your head at his response, taking a small step forward and abandoning his hand to instead cup his cheek.

"This is why we argue in the first place, Juuzou. You never let me in."

A small sigh left his lips as Juuzou felt all the adrenaline from his small fight leave to instead be replaced with a sunken feeling, one that only worsened his newfound fear.

"If I didn't let you in we wouldn't be together."

"I suppose that's true, but you need to learn to communicate with me."

You took another step towards him, getting impossibly closer until your forehead was resting against his.

"I want to be there for you, Juuzou."

If it had been anyone else, he would have been quick to hide behind his excitable farce and pretend to not be affected by their words, but as his eyes met yours Juuzou couldn't help but feel himself give in and move his hand to rest over the one you placed on his cheek.

"I'll try. For you."

It wasn't a grand change and didn't necessarily fix anything, but somehow his words seemed to be enough for you to finally nod and smile widely as you removed your hand to instead take his palm in yours and lead the way back to the cafe.

Juuzou had always sworn that he would never let anyone in to form connections and play with his heart that would make him vulnerable and just like everyone else, yet as he watched you casually take your seat at the table and set aside your novel, he couldn't help but change his mind.

Notes: wrote this during class so the ending sort of sucked lol

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Notes: sort of angst to comfort? i recently finished the 2nd season so heavy spoilers for that (and a certain someone's death).

Warnings: mentions of death and gore, general themes of Tokyo ghoul, Juuzou's kind of a mess

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

It had been an hour since a rain-soaked Juuzou Suzuya stumbled into your bedroom from the window and all but collapsed onto your bed beside you.

It had been almost an hour since the first sob wracked his body as Juuzou's weak, shaking palms reached for the lump of your half-asleep form rising from under the blankets as you tried to process the situation.

It had been almost an hour since your boyfriend pronounced the death of his beloved mentor and father figure in the dead of night as his shaking, soaked form for once sought out your comfort, something you were all but willing to give him.

You paid no heed to the water soaking your shirt and sheets as you shifted Juuzou to sit beside you under the blankets, with one of your hands shifting to flip the heater on while the other softly carded through his hair.

"Are you okay? That's a stupid question- of course you're not! I-"

He hugged you then, his loose grip being swapped out for a tight almost bruising hold as Juuzou clung to your form and allowed sobs to wrack his body.

For a moment, you remained still. But then the second passed and your arms wound around his back to pull him in impossibly closer until the tips of his white hair were tickling your chin.

But you didn't care, how could you when the love of your life was falling apart in your arms?

"I-I loved him."

"I know Juuzou, and I'm so sorry-"

He cut you off once again, but this time his tone was more rushed and crazed than before as he pulled away slightly so that you could look at his tear-stained face.

"No, you don't get it! I loved him, just like I love you!"

His sudden exclamation had you gulping back your condolences as you instead stared at the white-haired broken-hearted man before you seemingly confessing his love.

"I lost him, and it hurt, it hurt a lot but you know what hurts more? Thinking of losing the only other person I love as much. I-"

He locked his eyes with you then, with his watery eyes holding a plethora of emotions so strong you found yourself being drawn in by them like a sailor to a siren's song.

"-I can't lose you too, not like this, not ever. I- I love you! I love you and I-"

Another sob wracked his body then, but this time, you found yourself lurching forward to wrap your arms around his scrawny frame as you pulled Juuzou closer, and closer, until there was but a hair's breadth between you too.

You didn't know when you began rocking him from side to side as one of your hands slowly patted his back like your mother would often do to you as a child, but Juuzou seemed to like the movement and allowed himself to finally let go of the fear and adrenaline that got him through the night.

Instead, he found himself freely letting out sniffles and soft sobs as his shaky hands clutched the front of your shirt, never once daring to speak as he for once allowed another to take care of him.

Just like Shinohara did.

"Don't- don't leave me, okay?"

At first, his voice was far too quiet for you to comprehend, but as he shifted his head to instead rest it in the crook of your neck, Juuzou's soft voice was the only sound that occupied the room.

"I promise."

Your arms wound tighter around his frame as you replied, with tears of your own now staining your skin at the mere sight of someone you loved so dearly in shambles.

Notes: this was so short omg-

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A cold wind wafted through the open windows of the apartment. Its wisps helped solidify the collection of mismatched splots of paint before you.

However, it was the way Juuzou comically blew at the canvas that had you letting out a loud, joyous giggle.

"It's going to dry eventually, love."

Juuzou turned to you at the petname, a small smile replacing his pout even as he did.

"But I want it to dry now. How am I supposed to finish off this beautiful masterpiece?"

You probably wouldn't have been so flattered at his words had he not chosen to fingerpaint a portrait of the two of you for the master bedroom.

Juuzou had even gone as far as to paint an orange blob that would soon turn into your lovely cat once the canvas dried enough for him to go over the paint with a marker.

His heartfelt painting was overwhelmingly perfect when compared to your smaller canvas with both of your handprints. Yet somehow, Juuzou seemed to think your idea was just as fascinating as his.

And who were you to try and protest his excited claims when the mere sight of the white-haired man with paint splattered across his hands and face made the biggest smile ever tug on your lips?

The thought prompted you to lean forward and place a small peck on his lips just as Juuzou began to impatiently twirl his permanent marker between his fingers.

If possible, could I perhaps ask for a slot on the event you are hosting?

Pairing: Juuzou Suzuya x Reader

AU of choice: Roomate AU

Genre of preference: fluff

Thank you in advance, I hope you have a great day. I apologise for any mistakes, English is not my first language.

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Notes: I went for hcs since I had a couple of ideas for this

Warnings: slight spoilers for season 3 and a certain someone's death

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Juuzou is surprisingly a nice roommate to be around.

Neither of you really wanted to be roomed with one another but the CCG was a little tight on funding and had to change up the accommodation for the year.

And to this day you swear there was a time near the first couple days of your shift when you woke up in the middle of the night to see Juuzou near the foot of your bed with his Quinque.

He's always cleaning up after himself and there are often days where he only returns to the apartment to crash into his bed without so much as a greeting.

But it is this very fact that brings the two of you together.

It started off with you simply cooking meals for both of you once you realized Juuzou didn't really know how to do much except use the microwave.

But quickly turned into shrink-wrapped plates of food set on the dining table for the days when Juuzou returned home too late and tired to be worried about his appetite.

Your relationship was the unspoken kind; Juuzou never questioned why you were so nice to him and you never asked why a grown man didn't know how to take care of himself yet.

The two of you were like binaural stars that constantly rotated around one another but never quite crossed paths. Up until Juuzou's first week off.

The CCG had given a holiday to almost all of the investigators and without any work to run to the two of you were all but forced to talk to each other.

Your conversations were always casual, neither bothered to talk about sensitive topics like the past or work and chose to instead try and get to know each other.

You found out he liked art, he learned about your desire to buy a bookshelf to store the ever-growing pile of novels on your desk. The two of you fawned over your love for cats for a while and even contemplated adopting one.

Before he knew it Juuzou was comfortable enough to casually drop by your office at work to rant about the new things he was working on or tug you along to the sweet shop across the street.

Saturday nights spent curled up on your own beds had turned into hangout sessions at cat cafes and movie nights where he would dramatically jump onto your side of the couch in a manner that was far scarier than the horror movies he would often put on.

Neither of you ever bothered to acknowledge your relationship or put a label on things, but there was no denying that the two of you were awfully close to one another.

Maybe that was why you felt so awfully helpless for the week after Shinohara's death where Juuzou locked himself in his room and refused to come out.

He had started accepting the plates of food you left outside his door on the fifth day, and by the seventh you were certain you could see a sulking figure stumble between the bathroom and his bedroom.

On the tenth day you woke up to a sobbing Juuzou sitting by the front door with his Quinque dripping blood and body covered in sweat, mud and rainwater.

You knew he had been sent on a mission that day but hadn't bothered to ask which ghoul he had slaughtered in his wrath to avenge his mentor. Your only thought at the sight of his sobbing frame curling in on himself was to help the man before you.

Getting him to take a warm bath was a struggle in itself but after a little bit of consoling you had convinced him to at least scrub away the mud from under his fingernails and change into the white and red pyjama set Shinohara had gifted him for Christmas.

You dashed around the kitchen as he cleaned himself off, whipping up the fastest curry you had ever made in your life just as a small thump had you racing to the other side of the apartment.

He had wordlessly dropped onto his bed, with his ominous silence and wet hair helping paint a picture that brought tears to your own eyes.

Juuzou didn't speak once even as you took a seat beside him and spoon-fed him with delicate whispers about how you knew he hadn't eaten yet.

It was only when you began to take your leave with promises of seeing each other the next morning that he finally spoke.

"Stay."

The word was but a croaked whisper silent enough for you to almost miss it, but there was no mistaking the weight his simple request held.

Juuzou was finally willing to let someone except Shinohara in, to allow himself to show you more than his excitable child-like personality, and you weren't cruel enough to shut him out when he needed you most.

So stay you did. Choosing to abandon the curry bowl on his bedside table as you crawled under the covers and held your shivering roommate close to your side.

Your hand almost automatically shifted to card through his white locks as you slowly detangled them while the other held him close.

Neither of you bothered to talk about the teardrops staining your collarbone as Juuzou silently wept a final time, and you didn't acknowledge the way his hands desperately clung to your night shirt either.

Come morning you repeated the process you had gone through the night before. You forced Juuzou to clean up while you cooked breakfast, and softly carded your fingers through his hair later in the morning.

He didn't say much throughout the day, but you could tell Juuzou appreciated your efforts to put on the new episode of his favourite show and ordered takeout from the place across the street, making sure to get extra fortune cookies because you knew he liked how they tasted.

Juuzou went back to normal the next day, or at least tried to. He all but avoided you at work and kept his distance at the apartment, but come nightfall he quietly tugged you back to his room and once again clung to your form as your fingers carded through his hair.

By the time the weekend rolled around and Juuzou once again became his usual bubbly self, it had become normal for the two of you to sleep together in his room.

Some days you would listen to him ramble about the most random things, others he would quietly play with your fingers while you ranted about how annoying a certain coworker was.

The two of you were always careful to stray away from topics you knew were too sensitive; you never asked and he stopped worrying about the day you would.

You didn't know when you started catching feelings for him.

Maybe it was the first time he let you do his hair or the day the two of you decided to adopt a small black kitten you found outside your apartment complex.

Or maybe you had simply developed the feelings throughout your time together and only realised it recently.

Whatever the reason might have been, there was no denying the fact that you had completely fallen for Juuzou Suzuya.

The thought was as jarring as it was comforting. You were happy that it was Juuzou of all people, but that very fact was what terrified you. For Juuzou had never expressed any interest in romance.

Maybe that was why you started subtly distancing yourself little by little.

Juuzou realised something was wrong and was quick to confront you. He didn't react like what you had expected. He was more indifferent if anything and simply made it clear that while like you in a similar way, he wasn't one for physical intimacy.

Notes: this seems so cute omg I love domestic Juuzou

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

A soft click cut through the air of silence building around your home as Juuzou pushed the front door open with visible confusion.

It was three in the afternoon, a time usually filled with the sound of water hitting the shower floor or one of your comfort shows playing on the tv as you took a well-deserved break after a long day of work. Yet somehow, today your apartment seemed to be dead silent.

The sudden lack of noise had Juuzou slinking through your living room in search of anything out of the ordinary, anything that could either quell the sudden racing of his heart or trigger him to attack.

Thankfully, as he made his way to the back of your house and nudged the master bedroom's door open, Juuzou was greeted with the former.

You were asleep.

The sight of your slumbering form had him letting out a soft sigh as Juuzou set down his briefcase and moved towards the desk tucked away in the corner of the room.

If the way you hunched forward uncomfortably didn't make it clear enough, then your open laptop displaying your email ensured that you hadn't meant to dose off.

In fact, it looked like your eyes had slipped shut against your better judgement.

He couldn't help but card a hand through your hair as Juuzou leaned forward to close your laptop and clear the desk before silently scooping you up in his arms and all but tripping over to the bed.

Physical strength certainly wasn't his strong suit, yet Juuzou was thankfully able to set you down onto the bed without too much of a hassle.

The sight had him letting out yet another sigh as he began to turn and take his leave with thoughts of coming back once you were awake, an idea that was quickly diminished by a soft tug on his wrist.

"Juuzou?"

The sound of your mumbled call of his name the white-haired man quickly returning to your side, choosing to sit down beside you and watch as your hands rested on his chest and softly fisted his white button-up.

"Shh, it's okay, sleep. I'm right here."

You seemed to calm down at that, but chose to tug on his shirt until he was forced to lie down beside you so that you could move closer and tuck your head in the crook of his neck.

Your sudden proximity had him almost jumping in surprise, however, the way your soft drawn-out breaths fanned against his skin seemed to calm him down enough to relax in your grip and allow his eyes to slip shut.

Juuzou wasn't one to doze off in the middle of the day often, especially since he often found himself buzzing with energy at any given moment. In fact, you had often had to force him into bed at ungodly hours just to ensure he caught a wink of sleep every day.

Yet today, as he rolled onto his side and threw an arm around your waist to ensure you couldn't move away, Juuzou found himself comfortably falling asleep with little to no protest.

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Notes: thank you!

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Juuzou Suzuya

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Juuzou never thought he would actually have a soulmate.

It wasn't because he thought he was unloveable or damned to be alone, but more that he never even considered the idea of being fated to be with someone.

Having a soulmate had just never been on his agenda.

That was, of course, until he saw his initials hidden away on your wrist.

The cursive JS neatly scrawled on the inside of your hand would have never caught his eye had it not been for the matching initials on his hand, initials that belonged to you.

At first, Juuzou didn't know what to do.

The fact that you had been hiding your mark with makeup and long sleeves made it clear you either didn't want to be with him or were unsure what to do about the situation, but he couldn't find it in himself to get angry. Not when he had done the same.

Juuzou supposed he should have figured it was you since he didn't really know anyone else with the same initials, but he had never bothered to chase after the identity of the person imprinted on him.

Not until he found out it was you.

Your hand lightly shuffled against the desk as you shifted in your sleep, with the sight making Juuzou quickly retract the hand he had previously used to tug back your sleeve.

He couldn't help the small giggle that left his lips at the sight of your cute sleeping face leaning onto his desk.

For once, Juuzou was thankful that one of his colleagues had decided to drop by his office unannounced because it allowed him to see a vulnerable side of you he had never thought of.

A small smile ghosted over his lips as the excitable agent took to leaning against his desk with one of his hands slowly dropping to ghost over your hair.

He certainly had never anticipated you to jerk awake at the soft touch.

"Juuzou? What-"

"You fell asleep."

You let out a small hum at his words; seeming to visibly relax the second you realised it was just the two of you in his office.

"You're also my soulmate."

He could see the way your eyes widened the second his words actually registered, with the sight making Juuzou let out yet another giggle as he watched you lean back in his chair and flick your gaze between your wrist and his eyes.

"Well- now what?"

He shrugged.

The motion seemed far too nonchalant for the situation the two of you were in, but it somehow helped quell the nerves both of you no doubt felt.

"Why did you hide it?"

"Why did you?"

Of course, you would answer his question with one of your own.

"I was scared I guess. Didn't know how you would react."

You turned away from him as you spoke, choosing to instead focus on fiddling with your shirt's sleeve as you awaited a response.

"I don't mind-"

He abutted from the table as he spoke, leaning forward to let his hand drop to your chin so that you could lock gazes.

"I'm glad I was mated to you."

Juuzou really meant what he said, even if his words were paired with a comically large smile.

He wasn't fortunate enough to be surrounded by the best people throughout his life, but you were different. You were kind yet not awfully so. Someone who was a part of the darker side of life but also connected to the light.

"Now, about that report you were here to talk about-"

An airy chuckle escaped your lips at his sudden change in conversation, but you were quick to sit up and address the reason you had really visited his office.

As he watched you trail on about topics he would probably have to ask Shinohara about again, Juuzou couldn't help but feel a soft smile ghost over his lips.

You were so similar yet so awfully different to him.