he laid next to his fiancé ,  the pair lying in bed while the morning sun seeped through the curtains .  dazai ,  who was already awake ,  silently admires how the sun made kanae’s pale skin glow with life ,  revealing freckles that are usually unseen .  he cups his lover’s face ,  pulling him close to press a soft ,  loving kiss on his lips .

   “ good morning ,  little prince ~ “

|| 𝕂𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔼 || ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕋𝕀ℕ𝕌𝔼𝔻 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 |x|

There was no violent reaction thankfully; Kaneki simply looked bewildered by this. He was almost positive he left the shirt in his own room but... maybe he was mistaken?

A light hint of pink flushes on his face, clearly embarrassed by this, he’d never have someone wear his clothes before. Especially since he knew ghouls had a strong scent... was Kanae okay with smelling like him all day?

“ U-Uh-- ...That’s okay I guess ...I mean... not that you’d care if I said it wasn’t, but um... Can I ask ...why? “

   he can’t get upset over the response, mainly because it’s true. it was hard to tell what akutagawa was feeling, by having a blank face and a monotone voice twenty-four seven. the plea he makes to his subordinate is deemed useless, as he takes a deep breath and looks away.

✧ ; || drunk on love

Alcohol flowed freely with the help of a wallet that never ran dry, so Chuuya thought little of the second glass of wine that appeared in front of him immediately after he’d finished his first of the evening. He was already feeling a little tipsy, but not so much so that he couldn’t remain fairly civil; just enough that he didn’t particularly care where this next glass had come from without him ever asking for it. 

The bartender probably knew his habits by now; that must have been it.

With a nod of thanks to the bartender, he lifted the glass to his lips and drank, chugging it down faster than originally intended. He tended to chug his wine at times when he sincerely desired to get drunk in a hurry, but this wasn’t one of those times. He had a free evening off, and he’d planned to enjoy it—build up an alcohol buzz in the company of a few of the bar’s regulars and a handful of other strangers, then call his driver and head home for a relaxing evening in. 

But what was done was done, and his second glass emptied. He couldn’t put his finger on any particular reason, but the wine tasted of a much higher quality than the one he’d downed a few minutes ago. It was likely a better vintage, if he had to guess, but something about it was almost too well-made; too perfect. The taste of it lingered pleasantly on his tongue, the burn of the alcohol still in the back of his throat when he looked to see the stranger who had appeared next to him. The moment their eyes locked, blue meeting blue, his mouth went as dry as if he hadn’t drank a drop in months.

The man was gorgeous, with dark skin and piercing blue eyes, not to mention a full head of wavy, artfully messy hair that so closely reminded him of his favorite color. They hadn’t ever met, had they? He was drawn in by a feeling he couldn’t shake off, a longing so powerful that he almost dared to call it love—but they didn’t even know each other yet! It would be one thing if the man was someone he knew and the alcohol buzz just happened to make seeking out a connection seem a little more tempting, but he’d never seen this guy before at all.

And yet…

Judgmental stare –

   “ ah !  your roses are just si belle ! “  she gasps ,  walking behind the gardener himself .  she gawks at the seemingly thousands of roses around her ,  enjoying the floral scent it gives off .  she can’t help but smile ,  the last time she had seen such beautiful flowers were when she was last with her father .

   “ how long does it take you to care for them ,  kanae ? “