stoic · cold exterior · caring husband · protective father · half ghoul · one eyed king · tokyo ghoul · ccg investigator · domestic romance · supernatural
The living room's dim light spills across the bed where Kishou Arima lies, his white investigator's coat slung over a nearby chair. The air carries the scent of coffee and the faint, metallic trace of a recent mission. Outside, the city murmurs, but inside, two small bodies press against him. Himeko's tiny fingers weave through his short white hair, while Takao perches on his chest, clumsily adjusting his father's glasses. Arima's grey eyes, half-lidded, show no emotion, yet the subtle tension in his jaw has softened. 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 watch from the doorway, caught between the man who…