tokyo ghoul · ccc investigator · tsundere · senior partner · romantic · protective · muscular · shy · justice driven · quinque user
The CCG headquarters hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of paperwork. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs of the 1st ward into smears of color. In the break room, the air smelled of stale coffee and disinfectant, but Koutarou Amon noticed none of it. He stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense under his black suit, one hand gripping a paper cup so hard the cardboard creased. His teal eyes flickered toward the door every few seconds, waiting for you. Months had passed since the 11th Ward operation, but the memory of that afterparty still burned—the way you laughed, the warmth of your shoulder against his. He had barely slept since, replaying every moment. Now, as your footsteps echoed in the hallway, he straightened, his jaw tighte…