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“Tsukiyama-kun. Do you happen to know where my shirts are? I can’t seem to find them.” “Ah, Kaneki-kun. I’m afraid I haven’t seen them anywhere.”Tsukiyama says with a smile as a verypissed Kaneki comes into the room. “Oh really? Then who’s are those?” Kaneki questions , looking pointedly at the several clothing sticking out of Tsukiyama’s coat pockets.”What? Oh these…Um-!” WHACK!

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“I still don’t think you should have hit him.” Hinami gripes angrily from where she sat on the couch. Kaneki casts a sideways glance at the young girl, who was clearly upset. She had grown rather fond of Tsukiyama over the past few months together.Judging from in the flowers in her hair, she must have known he was here before Kaneki did. “He needs to learn some way.”

Kaneki says waving a dismissive hand as he walks into the kitchen. “What do you mean? What did he do this time?” Hinami questions following Kaneki into the kitchen. “The usual, he took my shirts again. I’m gonna have to wash them all again…” He says with a sigh.Hinami suddenly gasps. “Onii-chan you really shouldn’t have hit him!” Hinami blurts suddenly, and loudly. Surprised Kaneki turns to look at her. “Why not?” He asks. She makes a wary face, as if she was torn between something. “Well...You see…Here’s the thing....”

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Kaneki sighs as he makes his way to where Tsukiyama was. “Here's the thing...Tsukiyama-san told me not to tell you no matter what!...But I feel really bad for him because of your misunderstanding so...In truth...Tsukiyama-san is working really hard to make you a christmas present!” …. That didn’t really give me an answer to why he would steal my clothes but...I guess I’ll still apologize..For Hinami..

Kaneki notices the light on in the living room and slowly walks over. He see’s Tsukiyama sitting casually on the floor, his back towards the door. He was humming in his usual gusto as he continued to do whatever he was doing. Kaneki noticed, with a twinge of guilt, that he had several bandaids criss crossing his cheek.

Tsukiyama was certainly working on something, there were several scraps of cloth and thread all over. Kaneki curiously moved to see what it was but Tsukiyama had sensed his presence and was already turned towards him. “Ah, h-hello Kaneki-kun.” “That many bandaids for someone who can heal faster than a human?” Kaneki says fully going into the room.

He noticed Tsukiyama’s hands twitch at his movements. What are you hiding?.. “Ah, miss Hinami insisted I have these on.” Tsukiyama says forcing a nervous laugh as he touches his cheek. “Yes she would do something like that...Tsukiyama-san. What are you doing?” Kaneki questions. Tsukiyama immediately shuffles something behind his back and smiles. “Nothing interesting Kaneki-kun.. why do you ask? Did you want to do something with me?” He smirks lifting an eyebrow. Kaneki frowns. He’s back to normal ...maybe he’s.....No, something’s still not right. I know he’s hiding something.

Kaneki crosses the short distance separating them and see’s what Tsukiyama had been hiding, despite Shuu’s objections. Kaneki’s eyes widen at the site. Tsukiyama’s fingers were pricked and bloodied, and he held  some sort of knitted garment in his hands.

“I...You...erm…” Tsukiyama flounders. I’ve never seen him this flustered before...Actually, I’ve never seen him flustered period.

“Tsukiyama-san..this..”

“It’s..for you.”  

He says slowly, scratching his cheek.Kaneki looks at him in surprise. The gourmet takes the garment out from behind him and shows Kaneki. It was hideous. It was bright. And it was a sweater. Several patches and beads were clumsily sown unto it, there was even some sort of strange lace strings hanging off the ends… “The truth is...Tsukiyama-san has been working really hard on a christmas present for you!..”... “This..Is for me?” Kaneki says dubiously.

“Yes, I thought it would be more meaningful to give my amore a gift made by my own two hands, rather than to have someone else make it.” “But..Why?..!..Wait. Is the reason you took my shirts.” “Yes..” Tsukiyama admits almost embarrassedly. “I needed your measurements, so I took them. I should have explained myself better.” He says scratching the back of his neck with a small grin.

  Kaneki shook his head. His eyes wandered from his bandaid-laiden cheek, to his bloody fingers, to the ugly sweater. “Tsukiyama-san…” He whispers. Tsukiyama smiles proudly taking Kaneki’s manner as a response to his gift. “I’m glad you like it Kaneki-kun, this is actually my first time doing something like-” Before he could finish Kaneki had covered his lips over his, cutting off his words. It was a quick, warm kiss, merely a brush of a butterfly’s wing on Tsukiyama’s lips, before Kaneki pulled away. The white haired boy was blushing lightly and was staring at his feet.

“Kaneki-kun…” Tsukiyama murmurs, shocked. Kaneki turns away with a passive look. He reaches over and takes the sweater from Tsukiyama before walking over to the door. “Kaneki-kun?” Kaneki stops at the door and glances back at where Tsukiyama stood in the middle of the room, still with a shocked look on his face. “Thanks.” Kaneki murmurs before disappearing into the dark hallway. Tsukiyama stayed staring after him, even after several minutes had passed since he had left. A smile formed on his lips as he touched them with his fingertips, hoping to savor the taste and warmth.

“Hide, I don’t think-”

“Twelve drummers drumming,” Hide smirked.

Kaneki glared at Hide, whose eyes were sparkling.

“Eleven pipers piping,” he continued, scooting closer to Kaneki.

“Hide--”

“Ten lords a leaping,” Hide interrupted.

Kaneki glanced around the classroom and sighed.

“Nine ladies dancing,” Hide whispered in his ear.

Kaneki jumped and covered his ear. Hide chuckled as their classmates turned to watch.

“Eight maids a milking.”

“Hide, people are staring now,” Kaneki hissed.

Hide looked around. “Let them watch, then. We should all get into the Christmas spirit,” he declared. Others nodded in agreement. The professor looked up from his desk.

“Seven swans a swimming,” Hide said, accompanied by a few classmates.

Kaneki blushed from ear-to-ear.

“Six geese a laying.”

“Hide,” Kaneki groaned, watching their classmates’ faces light up with anticipation of the next line.

“Five golden rings!” the class sang, laughing at the absurdness.

“Ahem!” The professor glared at the students and the chatter subsided.

“Four calling birds,” Hide whispered.

“Three french hens,” someone replied across the room.

“Two turtle doves.”

The class leaned towards Kaneki, smirking, anticipating the next line.

Kaneki watched, embarrassment sweeping over his face. He dropped his gaze and played with his pencil.

“And a partridge in a pear tree,” he mumbled.

The bell rang and the class erupted. Students piled out of the classroom, sprinting to their dorms to prepare for Christmas. Kaneki and Hide walked out last, holding hands.

“That was fun, right?” Hide teased.

“On the contrary,” Kaneki pouted.

“My parents should call you the grinch from now on.”

“No they shouldn’t.”

“I think I left some mistletoe hanging over the door. Kiss me when we get back?” Hide said.

“I could kiss you now, but I’m still mad at you,” Kaneki replied.

“Ack! That hurts, Kaneki!” Hide clutched his heart.

“Hush,” Kaneki pecked him on the cheek. “That’s all you’re getting now.”

“Now?” Hide raised an eyebrow.

“I have an early Christmas present for you, and I can’t give it to you in public.”

Hide looked at Kaneki blankly.

“You don’t get it?” Kaneki asked.

“Oh, wait,” Hide said. Realization crossed his face, along with a blush. “But I have to pack.”

“You can wake up early to pack.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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“Hide! My baby! Welcome home!”

A pair of strong arms wrapped around his chest, crushing his ribs. A barrage of kisses attacked his face. The sickeningly sweet smell of perfume enveloped him.

“Mom, I can’t breathe,” Hide gasped.

“Oh right!” Mrs. Nagachika released Hide. “You kinda need to do that.”

“Welcome home my boy!” Hide’s father sauntered into the room, cigar in hand. “How are your grades?”

“They’re fine,” Hide replied.

“No thanks to this boy, I assume.”

Kaneki jumped when a hand firmly grasped his shoulder. His hand went to his chin.

“Ehe, well--”

“Kaneki dear! You were so quiet when you came in, I didn’t notice you!” Mrs. Nagachika embraced Kaneki, repeating the bone-crushing process. “How are you liking school, hun?”

“It’s nice, better than high school,” Kaneki answered, returning the hug. “We don’t have classes every day, which is a plus.”

“Well,” Mrs. Nagachika released him and stepped back. “Are you two hungry?”

“Oh, well, uh...” Hide stammered. “We ate before we came here, so--”

“But that was an eight-hour flight, and I made some fancy shish kabobs--”

“We’re fine,” Hide interrupted, pushing Kaneki up the stairs. “I’ll go show Kaneki to his room now.”

“Don’t do anything dirty while you’re up there!” Mr. Nagachika called.

“Dad!” Hide yelled, voice cracking.

Halfway up the stairs, Kaneki stopped and turned around.

“They don’t know, do they?” he asked.

“Shh!” Hide hissed. “They don’t, but we can’t talk about that here.”

“Why not?” Kaneki said.

“Because they might overhear.” Hide started up the stairs again. “My brother will be coming later, so you’ll be sleeping with me.”

“How did you manage that?”

“With a lot of begging.”

Hide turned a corner and walked to his room. He sat on his bed, patting the space next to him.

“Wow,” Kaneki marveled. “This is a nice room.” He put his bags down and walked to the window, gazing at the ocean sparkling in the distance.

“The bed’s even nicer,” Hide said.

Kaneki sat down, eyes widening. “What is this made of? It’s so soft!”

“I have no idea,” Hide chuckled.

“Why did your parents move to Hawaii anyway?” Kaneki asked. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“They said they wanted to live in a tropical climate.” Hide lay down.

Kaneki lay next to him. “So they left you?”

“I said it was okay. Gives me more freedom.”

“When are you going to tell them I’m a ghoul?” Kaneki asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

“I’ll have to soon, my mom will start wondering why you aren’t eating.” Hide turned on his side to face Kaneki.

“I can eat, but I won’t feel good afterwards.”

“You can’t even eat a piece of bread without grimacing,” Hide teased.

“I’ve been practicing!” Kaneki argued.

“That’s the one thing I don’t get,” Hide said. “Why would you practice that even though you find it repulsing and it makes you sick?”

“So I can blend in with society,” Kaneki replied.

Silence.

“You’re not as bright as you look, Hide,” Kaneki teased.

“I’m smart enough to read you like a book,” Hide countered.

“Since when did you read books?” Kaneki raised an eyebrow.

“Ever since I met you, I’ve been forced to read a book every day.”

“Have you, now?” Kaneki said. He moved closer and kissed Hide. “Is the book interesting?”

“My favorite. I know it like the back of my hand,” Hide wrapped his arms around Kaneki’s waist.

“Care for a little trivia?” Kaneki asked.

“Don’t mind if I--”

“Hide! Kaneki! It’s time to open presents!” Mrs. Nagachika called up to them.

Hide and Kaneki looked at each other, faces a deep shade of red.

“Oh my god, did we almost...?” Kaneki said.

“Y-Yeah.”

“We’re horrible.” Kaneki stood up. “Your parents were downstairs.”

“They’re technically your parents, too,” Hide added.

“That’s besides the point. Let’s go.”

They went downstairs and into the living room. Mrs. and Mr. Nagachika sat on the couch next to the Christmas tree. A man in his thirties sat on the opposite couch.

“Took you long enough,” he said.

“Shut up, we got here before you did, bro,” Hide said.

Mrs. Nagachika got up from her seat. “Merry Christmas, you two!”  she exclaimed, handing them presents.