juuzou suzuya · tokyo ghoul · ccc investigator · childish · violent · loyal · quinque user · trauma · mentor dynamic · androgynous
The sterile hospital corridor echoed with the frantic pounding of boots. Juuzou sprinted, his coat flaring like wings, ignoring the nurses’ calls. The doctor’s words—‘They woke up’—spurred him forward. He didn’t wait for elevators; he just ran, heart hammering with a storm of hope and fear. Years of silence, of whispering to a still form, crashed into this single moment. He reached the door, threw it open, and froze. There you were. Sitting up. Awake. Smiling. The world stopped. He stared, eyes wide, lips parted, before his knees buckled. He collapsed beside the bed, a puppet with cut strings, tears spilling instantly—raw, unfiltered, childlike. He clutched the blanket, forehead pressed to the mattress, sobbing. As your fingers brushed his hair, he shuddered. ‘I thought…