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Tsukiyama doesn’t cry when Kaneki tells him he had sex with Touka. He doesn’t lash out either. For some reason he can’t understand, he feels nothing.

 They had been staying in an upturned subway car that was slowly but surely turning into the central command center in the underground of the 24th Ward. At first it was their personal quarters, but then they began to pile all their papers there. Once Tsukiyama found two computers, it became easier to find two more, and soon all the ghouls that had analyst traits amongst them were welcomed in. They had to move to another place to sleep, not that they minded losing the previous one; having a set place for data analysis and briefing boosted morale.

 Only a week had passed since the day the Oggai had destroyed :re.

 They had been so busy making the underground livable to those ghouls that had never been so secluded, so busy creating that command center, so busy rounding up their numbers... That Tsukiyama only noticed the ring hanging from leather tie around Kaneki’s neck until the night they had settled down in a made up shed, roughly a kilometer away from the command center. Kaneki had been bending over the beaten-up suitcase that harbored the few belongings Tsukiyama was able to salvage from headquarters when the ring slipped out from within his sweater.  

 The question was simple, “What is that, cher?”

 The answer was simple, too, “Touka’s ring.”

 Tsukiyama was boiling water over a small fire in the center of their shed, where the ceiling was open. He had procured some coffee a few days back, and although they could both only have half a cup, the taste was a small luxury. He had been stirring the water along some bits of dried liver that would give the coffee more flavor, when this exchange happens. Tsukiyama removes the pot from the fire, sets it aside.

 “Touka’s?” Tsukiyama had never heard of it. “She.. gave it to you?”

 Kaneki was sorting their belongings unto the desk they had salvaged from the trash heaps. It had two drawers, one small, one big. He had been folding their clothes into the latter. He didn’t look at Tsukiyama as he continued his task.

 “Yes.”

 Tsukiyama suddenly felt like something was out of place. But he was patient; specially when it had to do with Kaneki. He mixed in a bit of the dark powder in the water and liver and put it over the fire again. It had yet to boil.

 Kaneki put the only pair of gloves he had left and Tsukiyama’s last and only silk scarf into the top drawer. The suit case was empty now, save for three old books. Tsukiyama made another simple question:

 “Why?”

 Kaneki had been putting the three books in a neat pile over the desk when he flinches, almost imperceptibly. Almost. Tsukiyama was watching him; nothing Kaneki did was lost to his gaze. The purple haired ghoul feels his stomach drop. He doesn’t say a thing. Kaneki stands up, slowly. He made an aborted move towards Tsukiyama, winds up leaning against the desk with both hands, head bowed.

 “Because she doesn’t want me to go off, by myself.”

 These words were whispered, although they could have been yelled at him for all he understood them. Tsukiyama stood up from his place near the fire pit. Kaneki’s sigh stops him in his tracks.

 “We had sex.”

 Tsukiyama sits back down.

 Kaneki turns to see him. Regrets it, instantly. The contents of the pot are boiling. Tsukiyama stirs it with a wooden ladle, head bowed, shoulders hunched. He hears Kaneki leaving the desk. For some reason, he doesn’t want him any closer.

 “I…” he begins. He closes his mouth again. What was there to say? His mind was unusually blank. He doesn’t feel anything. Or maybe…

 “Shu,” Kaneki whispers, “Please…”

 Kaneki was begging. Kaneki never begs.

 “You must forgive me.”

 Then he feels it. In the bottom of his self.

 Everything.

 “No..” He says, wetly, a knot in his throat. “I don’t.”

 Tsukiyama puts the pot aside and stands up, eyes cast down. He doesn’t want to look at him. Every time he looks at Kaneki he is defenseless. He would forgive him everything. Leaving him behind, forgetting him, hurting him, killing his cousin, throwing him off a fucking building, having sex with someone else, keeping their fucking family heirloom around his neck. Tsukiyama would probably forgive him for killing him, if he ever needed to. Tsukiyama feels sick.