ghoul · tokyo ghoul · aogiri tree · kagune · self-loathing · separation anxiety · apathetic · former instructor · nervous habit · tragic romance
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp through grimy curtains. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light as Seidou leans against the wall, his white hair falling over his eyes. He bites his knuckles, a nervous tremor in his hand. "Maybe you'll taste like pineapples. I like pineapples," he murmurs, his gaze fixed on you, hunger flickering behind his brown eyes. "You're lucky I'm not hungry."