#uta x reader

bf!uta who likes the silence when he’s with you, comfortably wrapping his inked arms around you and humming a rhythm

bf!uta who lets you paint his nails and paints yours in return, mutual spa days are very common with you two

bf!uta who will do any body modification on you if you asked, whether it’d be tattoos or a piercing

bf!uta who lets you color in his tattoos, a smug grin plastered on his face, jazzy music playing in the background

bf!uta who tattoos your name proudly on himself, showing it off to anyone every chance he can get

bf!uta who ditches functions early to hang out with you alone, enjoying the comfort you find in each other

bf!uta who would love you no matter if you were a ghoul or a human, vowing to protect you . . .

thank uu anon for requesting for uta!!

Low

“Hmmmm, it seems your compatability… It’s low.”

“Wh-” You’re interrupted by Nami slamming her hands on the table.

“WHAT!” She’s already furious. “What do you mean ‘low compatibility’!? We’re perfect for each other!” She continues to cuss until finally calming down and grabbing your hand. “We don’t have to deal with this.” The ginger storms off with you and you start to feel guilty over it.

“Sorry, I made you waste the money.” Once you’re far enough away she’s almost fully calm.

“Waste?” She opens her hand to 1500 berries, taken while the tester was distracted by the yelling. Nami winks at your expression. “This is better off used on us. Let’s go!”

You both end up on a shopping spree to make up for the low result, and you hold her at night and say how perfect she is for you the moment you catch the sign of her faltering.

High

“I can’t believe this, you two are practically made for each other!” The tester yells in shock. Nami gets a big smile on her face.

“See, what were you worried about?” She gives you a peck on the lips.

‘When did I say I was worried..?’ You were more curious than anything, but go along with it. “I was just worried I was going to end up low with you..” She stares. “.. because you’re so beautiful..” Stareee. “.. and smart and the love of my life.” A satisfied smile forms on her face.

“Don’t worry about that anymore.” She hugs you happily. “You’re amazing too. Cmon, let's go.” She holds your hand. Once you’re far from the fortune teller she opens the other hand to 600 berries, the amount she had paid.

“You stole it back?”

“They didn’t tell us anything we didn’t already know.” She states with her tongue out playfully.

Robin

You and Robin walk around the night market, she stops and you stop with her. She’s staring at something. Your eyes trail to where she’s looking and see a tent with a big sign labeled “COMPATABILITY TEST”.

“You wanna go in?” You ask and she hums in agreement. “I’m actually pretty curious too.”

“I wonder if it’s real or random, either way is interesting right?” You chat while heading inside.

Low

“Ahh..” The tester’s voice goes solemn and you start to get anxious. “You look nice together but your compatibility is actually-“ They suddenly feel something blooming on their leg and their stomach gets punched. “OUGH! What..?” They look down and what punched them is gone, replaced with a single eye. They look up and see the same eye on Robin, a sinister but elegant smile on her face. Their face goes pale. “I-It’s.. good! It’s good!” You’re confused.

“You talked like you were going to say something negative, though?”

“I just remembered something sad, that’s all.” You two leave the tent and you look pleased, turning to Robin with a smile. She speaks.

“It’s good that our compatibility is high.” You nod.

“Mhm, and I’m glad I have a girlfriend who cares enough about me to scare someone.” Her eyes widen but turn into a smile as she giggles.

“Yes, you do.”

High

“I can’t believe this! Your compatibility is the highest I’ve ever seen!” The tester is shocked and you feel prideful.

“Of course it is.” You and your girlfriend say at the same time, then look at each other happily. You leave the tent in a good mood.

“It’s quite obvious we get along, they must’ve based it simply on that.” Robin explains.

“Maybe, but I think even if our compatibility was low that I wouldn’t care. You’re the one for me.” Her cheeks tint and she nods.

“Yes! Fate is hardly enough to stop me~” You give her a small peck on the cheek and she laughs.

Uta

You and your girlfriend take a break from her fans by walking around outside the concert venue, a cloak to disguise herself.

“People put tons of stuff here.” She’s in awe.

“You’re popular, it’s a good opportunity.” While you walk she tugs on her arm.

“Look! They even have one of those fortune teller things!” You look to see a tent with a sign saying “COMPATABILITY TEST.” “Let’s go check it out!” She adjusts her cloak and pulls you inside.

Low

“Hmm..” The tester stares at you two, their face turning grim. “You two have an extremely low compatibility.” You can see the silhouette of her hair drooping down.

“What? Are you sure?” She asks and the tester nods.

“I’m sorry.” She clenches her fists. Then walks outside with you.

“You know it’s not real, right?” Your girlfriend can be emotional at times, you don’t want this to bum her out.

“I know.. but it doesn’t feel good to hear. What made them think we have a low compatibility? Is my cloak too solemn? I just didn’t want to stand out..” She’s really bummed anyway. You pull her into an alleyway and hug her tightly.

“Even if it was real, or they thought it was real, we’re still together and we’re going to stay together.” She’s stunned for a moment but hugs you back.

“Mkay!” You cheered her up.

The next time you two go out, she adds a cute little pin to her cloak.

High

The tester's eyes go wide. “I-I can’t believe it! You two have an extremely high compatibility! The highest I’ve seen!” Uta’s eyes go wide and she grins in pride before turning to you.

“Look! Even they know it!” She’s basically shining out of her disguise, not that you mind when she’s so cheery.

“Yup!” You agree with her and she hums happily while walking out with you, having to do everything she can to avoid full-on singing in the crowded market.

Once she’s back at the concert, she adds an extra happy song as an encore.

Your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his tone. “Keeping something from me?” you repeated, your chest tightening. “What do you mean?”

“I…” He hesitated, tilting his head to the side in that familiar way of his, as though weighing his next words. “I haven’t been completely honest about myself. I’ve always wondered how you’d react if you knew the truth. And now that we’re married, I think it’s time I showed you. You deserve to see… all of me.”

His words were cryptic, his tone heavy, and yet you didn’t feel fear. Instead, curiosity and concern bloomed in equal measure. You leaned forward, placing your hand over his. “Whatever it is, Uta, it won’t change how I feel about you.”

He stilled under your touch, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. His lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I hope you mean that,” he murmured.

Slowly, he rose from the chair, his movement unhurried but purposeful. The air in the room seemed to shift with him, thickening with an almost electric charge. His silhouette sharpened in the dim light as he took a step back.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, his voice softer now, tinged with something almost… fragile.

Before your eyes, his form began to change. His eyes glowed a vivid crimson, the usual quiet mischief replaced by a predatory gleam. Veins darkened and spread beneath his alabaster skin, and his features sharpened into something otherworldly, beautiful in its raw intensity. Black and grotesque, his kakuja unfurled, armor-like and jagged, exuding a terrifying aura of power. Six additional arms extended out like a nightmarish deity, their clawed tips glinting in the moonlight.

The tea cup slipped from your hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, but you didn’t care. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared, torn between awe and disbelief.

“Uta…” His name fell from your lips in a whisper, your voice trembling as your gaze swept over him.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate, his towering form casting shadows across the room. “This is my true form,” he said, his voice rougher, darker, almost unrecognizable. “As a ghoul.”

The weight of his words settled in your chest, but fear wasn’t what you felt. He was a predator, yes, and undeniably dangerous, but he was still Uta- your Uta. And in this moment, standing before you in all his monstrous glory, he was breathtaking.

“You thought I wouldn’t like this?” you asked, your voice soft but steady.

His crimson eyes narrowed slightly, as though searching for any sign of deceit. “Most humans wouldn’t,” he said bluntly.

“Well, I’m not most humans,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For a moment, he simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a feral grin spread across his face, sharp and predatory. Relief flickered in his eyes, and with it, a glimmer of something darker.

“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice low and reverent.

One of his clawed hands reached out to cup your cheek, the cool, sharp edges grazing your skin without breaking it. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear, but from the heat pooling low in your belly.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his tone deep and heavy with emotion. “But now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

The raw intensity of his words made your breath hitch. His gaze burned into yours, unrelenting, and when his claws traced down your neck, it left a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re trembling,” he said, a teasing edge to his voice as his thumb brushed over your jawline. “Are you afraid of me?”

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “No,” you whispered.

“Good,” he purred, his lips curving into a dangerous smirk. “Because I don’t think I could stop myself now, even if you were.”

In a blur of motion, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you as though you weighed nothing. The sheer strength in his hold sent a thrill through you, and you clung to him as he carried you to the bedroom.

He laid you on the bed with surprising force, the intensity in his crimson gaze never wavered. The size difference between you was obvious, extremely pronounced now, and it made you shiver under the weight of his predatory stare.

“You’re so small,” he murmured, his claws trailing down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “So delicate.”

Your cheeks flushed as you squirmed beneath him. “Uta…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Don’t be shy. I want to see all of you.”

With practiced ease, he ripped away your clothes, leaving you bare writhing beneath him. His gaze roamed over your exposed skin, dark with hunger and appreciation.

“You’re perfect,” he said, his voice low and filled with raw desire. “And you’re mine.”

His lips descended on yours, and the kiss was unlike any you’d shared before. It was possessive, almost overwhelming, his sharp teeth grazing your lower lip. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.

When his fingers found your core, you gasped, your hips bucking instinctively. He chuckled against your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“So sensitive,” he murmured, his fingers teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes. “I wonder how much you can take.”

You whimpered, the tension in your body building with every touch. “Uta, please…”

“Please what, little one?” he asked, his tone darkly amused as he pinned your squirming form beneath him. “Use your words.”

“Please… I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

His smirk widened, and he positioned himself between your legs. The sight of him, fully aroused and impossibly large and a deep dark red, it made your breath catch.

“You’re so small,” he said again, his tone laced with dark amusement. “I’ll have to be careful not to break you.”

The stretch as he entered you was indescribable, a mix of sore overwhelming fullness and blissful pressure. He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, his sharp claws gripping your hips to keep you in place, his arms caging you- devouring you.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight. So perfect.”

As your cries of pleasure grew louder, he began to move faster, his thrusts deep and relentless. His strength was staggering, and he used it to manhandle your smaller frame effortlessly, lifting you, shifting you, pinning you as he pleased.

When you came, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced. Your body tensed, and a gush of wetness coated him, soaking the sheets beneath you.

He stilled, his eyes widening in surprise before a wicked grin spread across his face. “You squirted,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “How delicious.”

Before you could recover, he started moving again, his pace incessant and rough, he lifted you- holding you on top of him as he thrust inside of your throbbing cunt. chasing his own release. When he finally came inside you, it was with a deep, guttural growl, his claws digging into your hips. Leaving small red lines claiming your body as his.

As you lay trembling in his arms afterward, his features softened, the traces of his ghoul form fading slightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his mismatched eyes filled with a quiet adoration.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured. “I didn’t think it was possible to love you more, but you keep proving me wrong.”

You smiled, exhaustion tugging at your eyelids. “I love you, Uta. All of you.”

And as you drifted off in his arms, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t face to stay by his side.

A/N: Happy birthday! Uta (even in his full form) will treat you right! lol

“Still quite a feral, little thing, but mind those teeth this time.” his pointer finger twisted slightly, to tap against the shape of your canines, and test their sharp edges, but you had no real intention of biting him. of course, that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t do it by accident— which has happened before. you get a little too eager, a little too excited, and you snap your jaws shut like a hungry pup.

usually, you would grip his wrist with both hands, a silent plea not to take the taste of his fingers from your mouth, but right now yours were busy, too. they had both been occupied beneath the loose fabric of the oversized nightshirt you wore, one palming your breast, squeezing and pinching at your own nipple, whilst the other was shoved hastily into your panties, strumming your greedy pussy. you had become accustomed to Uta’s doting ever since he took you in; his constant touching on you, his affectionate lips and tongue seeking out your most sensitive parts, but when he worked you were utterly neglected.

so, you would find yourself in such a position, panting like a happy bitch on your knees at his feet, sucking and licking on his fingers as you tried to mimic the pleasure he could give you with your own hands. your skill paled in comparison to his, but it was all you could do to keep from interrupting him.

Uta knows this, which is why there’s a subtle tickle of pride in the way his lips creeped up, even as his crimson gaze remains fixed on the mask before him, at every sound you make. every heavy breath, every moan of his name. he knows that you’re needy, that your desperate for him, and he knows that to make you wait was probably a cruel punishment for a sweet, but ravenous little thing like you.

“Naughty, messy little girl.” he offers in a soothing tone, feeling webs of sticky drool tether his fingers to your tongue as you lick and suck on each one. the excess dribbles down your chin, either soaking into the fabric of your shirt or leaving a small puddle on the floor between your knees. “You can pet and pet that pretty pussy of yours, but you still can’t make yourself cum like I can, hm?” there’s a hint of arrogance in his soft chuckle, but it’s one well warranted. you shake your head, your tongue too busy to answer by forming words— drawing loops against the base of each finger, allowing the tips to reach deep into your mouth as they could, nearly gagging you as they prodded at your gullet. you rubbed your own fingers against your clit faster, pressing harder until you were squirming on your knees, scooting right up to his leg to press your whole body into it. your own, deep ruby stare flickered up to him, piercing… begging.

“That’s quite alright, I like being the only one that can tame you,” he offers, retracting his digits from your mouth. you let out a soft, disgruntled huff, attempting to follow them, to pull them back in, and worship them again with your tongue, but he doesn’t allow it. they travel downwards, and you watch as strings of saliva sever and drip from them and your own lips. grabbing the fabric of your nightshirt, he gives it a tug, pulling you upright, balancing tall on your knees, so that he can reach between your thighs without bending too far away from his mask in progress. your head swims, and you let out a little whimper as slick, svelte pads push your own away and tap against your puffy button, teasing you further, assessing your sticky sex. Uta lets out a soft, fond sigh, “There she is. Throbbing and swollen for me.” your tongue flicks and rolls impatiently just behind the seal of your couplet, desperate to be occupied, too, so your own fingers pry beyond the barrier created by your lips, leaving the scent and taste of your own cunt on them. you suck on them, purring in pure ecstasy at the sensation of Uta teasing your clit. it wasn’t enough to make you cum, but it was plenty to keep you right on the edge you’d led yourself to, so as not to sully your hard work with a ruined orgasm.

Ranking

Uta

🎭I’m not saying that Uta wouldn’t be possessive over you as that would be simply a lie. However, his overall possessive drive is not on a constant high as it would be in comparison to the other characters on this post. Sure, he has his days where he is all but unwilling to let others do as much as see you and vice versa and may lock you even away as he doesn’t want you to go anywhere but those are not the majority of days. After all on other days he wants to show you off and even takes you outside with him. There is this firm grip that he keeps on your hip the entire time, red pupils glaring at everyone who gets too close but those emotions won’t interfere too much with the day itself. It is sometimes mentally draining to see him switching back and forth between those two moods but it is the best that you can receive with him. If he is being very possessive and you manage to get on his nerves by triggering this emotion Uta will punish you though, preferably by sinking his teeth into your flesh and feasting on your blood. If he isn’t being like that though you are actually capable of interacting with people outside, though you are constantly being supervised by him.

Arima Kishou

🤍Arima draws a very firm line between the life he has with you and the life that he leads outside of it. There is no such thing as getting you involved in his work and as a matter of fact he actually does such a good job with separating those two lives that people only find out months later that he is even in a relationship to begin with. As someone working as an Investigator and especially as someone as feared as he is, Arima calculates the potential risks that come with it for you. Ghouls may try to attack you as a way to exact revenge on him or in attempts to use you as bait to permanently get rid of him. A chance that he is unwilling to leave open which is why Arima keeps you as absolutely secretive as possible. The constant isolation to lessen the danger for you is only one reason though. There is another motive that Arima has but one he rarely talks about as it doesn’t sound quite as selfless as wanting to protect you and that is the urge to keep you for himself. Even people who are closer to him such as Haise and Akira rarely get a chance to have a proper conversation with you as long as Arima is watching and controlling the scene, something he will always do.

Washuu Kichimura

🟣If it comes to being possessive and obsessive then Kichimura ticks both of those boxes with flying colours. Overall I would say that his most outstanding trait is his disturbing obsession with you and since I am ranking based on who is the most possessive, he comes in only as second. That doesn’t mean by far that he is anything but mild with it all. In fact Kichimura is quite open about his feelings whenever you are spending a bit too much time with someone else, said time being less than a minute. A nihilist by nature who believes that all things will eventually end, he has simply settled with the decision that at the very least he will fully indulge in the time that he has with you until that too one day disappears and he is left with the dust of it all. It may initially appear as harmless jealousy even if slightly over the top yet no one could predict the true horrors that await the unknowing person who you gave the time of your day. If it isn’t someone that Kichimura deems as important for his plans he has no problems at all to murder them, openly relishing in the blood rush and his crazed antics as he watches the life leave their eyes before he returns to your side, pouring for more attention.

Tatara

uta — you came in with your parents for a mask.

as is custom with most ghoul families, from all the wards. uta is well renowned in the ghoul community, and even with some of the more artistic humans in the 4th ward. his masks were held in high regard, as is he, as the known leader of his ward.

before you even walk through the door, he catches the strangest combination of scents, ghoul, human, and something that smells similar to that young boy touka brought in a few weeks ago - kaneki.

he recognises your ghoul parent easily, they had often ran around with the clowns sometimes back in the old days, though never fully committing to the group. they had disappeared the night roma fought against tsuneyoshi washuu, and been assumed dead.

well, they’d certainly been busy these last few years, he thinks as he watches you - this half-ghoul child, naturally born no less - wander around his store and gape at the various masks on display.

you hold the hand of your human parent, who seems to hold no fear when faced with a person who is clearly a ghoul, even having the gall to comment on his kakugan, to ask if they’re always like that. what a fascinating creature! he can see why his old friend likes this one.

he pops a few eyeballs in his mouth throughout your appointment just to see if they’ll squirm. perhaps the wet squelching and the sudden pop! as he chews will repulse them and show him their true nature... sadly, they're pretty unphased.

and so are you, the only acknowledgment that is made is by you to say that he’s chewing loudly his food loudly. this amuses him.

you come around again a few days later with only your human parent in tow - uta just wanted to remeasure your head and ensure you like the base shape of your mask.

your ghoul parent is out hunting, he soon learns. you’re a chatty kid. he ends up asking you a few questions that he didn’t have the opportunity to ask kaneki. it’s only so often you get the luxury of talking to a half breed.

you answer with the good nature and innocence of a child that hasn’t seen true violence yet - maybe that’s the human side of you coming to light.

speaking of humans, he enquires about your eating habits to your human counterpart as you are looking around at his new display of masks.

can you eat human and ghoul food? ‘yes, they can.’ and they’re able to digest it with no problems? ‘uh, yeah?’ what about their kagune? ‘well, they’re working on that. nothing yet.’

hm, maybe he’ll make an effort to not hunt this human down for his dinner.

you voice your approval of the base shape of the mask - it’s exactly what you were thinking it would look like! now you’re even more excited for the finished product.

a few days later, he senses a familiar presence as he goes to open up for the day. there you are, sitting on the steps waiting for him.

“mr uta!” you say excitedly, hopping down from the rain coated stairs, “i was waiting for you!”

were you waiting all night? your coat looked like it could be wrung out and produce a bucket of water alone. he asks where your parents are as he turns the lock in the door. you follow him in as you chatter about how you snuck out while they were sleeping.

it’s far from uta’s place to tell you off for sneaking away from your parents. he did much worse at your age, maybe even younger. he just cracks an imperceptible smirk and decides to wait for your parents to come looking here. in the meantime, he turns on the heater so you don't freeze.

as fascinated as you were by looking at the displays, you were a child and were bored relatively quickly. he distracts you with some spare mask bases of his that he wasn't going to use, a few bottles of glitter, and multicoloured feathers, and tells you to go crazy.

some time later, your frantic parents come in and scold you for running off, and thank uta for keeping you safe (albeit covered with glitter that he notices stubbornly stays on your skin for a few days).

uta found himself enjoying your appearances in the shop, even after you receive your finished mask, you like to watch him work. he assures your parents that it's fine if you come over whenever you want. you're practically providing him with free labour, what's the harm?

and so he gets roped into babysitting his new apprentice. your parents trust him enough to leave you with him when they go out on date nights.

uta would definitely do harmless experiments on you. i mean, you're a half ghoul. if he wasn't so fond of you he would have eaten you a long time ago.

said harmless experiments include trying to get you hungry to see your single kakugan, strangely, you seem to like human food more than, well, humans as your food. he's a little envious of that - human food always manages to look so artistic. it's unfortunate that it all tastes so vile to him. you're lucky in that respect.

he's also desperate to see your kagune, there has to be something special about it considering your mixed lineage. you're a late bloomer though, you've never needed to defend yourself, so your kagune hasn't been used yet.

not for lack of trying on his part - he'll get you there eventually.

itori — itori’s first thoughts when she sees you go along the lines of 'why the hell is there a child in my bar'.

uta volunteered to babysit you for the night, but had failed to remember that he was meeting up with itori for drinks at helter skelter. he just brings you along.

her annoyance passes pretty quickly to delight, a half-ghoul child! how interesting!

itori very much has all the vibes of a wine aunt (blood wine in this case).

she sneaks you a few small sips when uta isn't looking and tells you to keep it a secret, much to your delight.

some of the regulars at the bar ask her if it's bring your child to work day, you do look pretty similar so she can't blame them.

since they both know your ghoul parent from their clown days, you're pretty much an honorary member by association. helter skelter is practically a second home to you at this point.

although, your human parent is very much not welcome. there's just too many ghouls in the bar that would want to eat them.

you're treated like a doll by her for the most part. she's never had a child of her own, or even children around her in general.

itori gets attached to you pretty quickly. she's eager to take you on hunts alongside her once your kagune forms.

she's also way more talkative than uta, which makes for a much better story teller when you get tired. seeing you curled up asleep against itori in a booth seat isn't an unusual sight nowadays.

itori is also curious about your half-ghoul status, often pestering your parents on your conception and the difficulty of your incubation. i mean, there are stories about naturally born half-ghoul children, but most are known to die before, or shortly after birth.

the only half ghoul that was known to her was kaneki, but he was a human first.

she's pretty psyched when she finally sees your single kakugan. it was a pretty late night for everyone and the adults had postponed hunting until the early hours of the morning.

your parents have made the wise decision to not enroll you in public school just yet, hoping to get you more accustomed to living between worlds.

sadly as a result of this, you don't actually have any friends your age. ghoul or human. uta and itori are some of the only people you have integrated with outside of your parents.

so, she decides to take you on a trip to anteiku.

renji — seeing itori around anteiku is a welcome, but an uncommon sight.

what’s even more uncommon is the small child she’s currently holding the hand of.

renji sips at his cup of coffee as itori introduces you to irimi and koma, you seem well behaved enough. a quiet kid, given how you shy away behind itori when koma reaches down to ruffle your hair, much to irimi's amusement.

unfortunately, he's misjudged and hence mislabelled you as a quiet child. this bites him in the ass when moments after he blocks out itori's conversation, you climb onto the stool beside him.

you torment him with questions for just short of an hour. renji isn't the most experienced with children so he's just gruff and standoffish during this time, throwing some noncommittal hums when you seemed to want a response.

most people, even children would find his behaviour and general presence discomforting or threatening (most of the time a mixture of both), but you just seem to want to ask him more questions. for instance, why is his hair grey? why does he look so serious? is he old? how old is he because he looks really old (to which koma laughs).

irimi must have taken pity on him because she ends up giving you a colouring book to distract you from badgering renji with questions. pretty soon after, you guys leave.

you end up coming around anteiku with itori, and even on your own, more often. he learns that you've struck up a friendship with hinami and that touka is now tutoring the both of you whenever she can.

with the additional time you're spending around anteiku, you grow familiar with it's staff and regulars. strangely enough, you've grown quite attached to renji.

not from any attempt on his part. but, similarly to a cat, ignoring you just makes you more curious than before.

he answers your questions without needing saving by irimi now, which is improvement at the very least. he even chaperones you back to your parents house after a few night-time study sessions with touka and hinami.

renji is considerably less interested in your half-ghoul status, though he is interested in you learning to defend yourself. your parents won't be around forever and neither will the ghouls that surround themselves around you.

when you're an adequate age, he takes you to the same sewers he took kaneki when he was first training him. by this point a few years down the line, renji is pretty much in uncle territory.

during a particularly long training session, you manage to release your kagune. renji is not only relieved you'll be able to defend yourself without steel weaponry, but also proud that you've managed to release it in a training situation. younger ghouls would usually need to go through some sort of traumatic event to unleash their kagune, and even then some still falter, or are simply unable.

uta is simultaneously thrilled and dismayed that you've released your kagune. thrilled because, well done you! dismayed because it was renji who got to see it first.