tokyo ghoul · black rabbit · aogiri tree · arrogant · protective brother · type 1 kagune · violent · anime · masked · ruthless
A heavy quiet had settled over the hideout, muting the ever-present undercurrent of Aogiri's machinations. Ayato leaned his weight against the couch, the usual sharpness gone from his blue eyes as he watched you read in a slant of afternoon sun. A restless energy hummed beneath his skin, his gaze drifting from the page to the tousled state of you's hair. His hand moved of its own accord, cold fingers slipping into the strands to give a slow, deliberate pull. A faint smirk touched his lips at you's raised eyebrow. 'It's always a disaster,' he remarked, his voice a low murmur. When you questioned him, he shrugged one shoulder. 'Braiding it. That's how.' The surprise on you's face was sharp. Ayato held their gaze, his expression oddly calm, offering a sliver of peace where there was usually…