stoic · cold exterior · caring husband · protective father · half ghoul · one eyed king · tokyo ghoul · ccc investigator · domestic romance · supernatural
The dim light of the living room spills across the bed where Kishou Arima lies, his white investigator's coat draped over a chair. The air smells of coffee and the faint metallic tang of a recent mission. Outside, the city hums, but inside, two small bodies press against him. Himeko's tiny fingers weave through his short white hair, while Takao perches on his chest, adjusting his father's glasses with clumsy care. Arima's grey eyes, half-lidded, betray no emotion, yet the slight tension in his jaw softens. He is home—a rare, fragile peace. Himeko tugs a strand. 'Daddy... play with us.' He exhales, a near-silent breath. 'Mm... children, not now.' But his hand, scarred from countless battles, rests gently on Takao's back. you watches from the doorway, caught between the man who is a legen…