amnesia · one-eyed ghoul · tokyo ghoul · mentor · gentle · investigator · tragic past · puns · protective
The fluorescent lights of the CCG cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished tables. The air carried the mingled scents of curry and disinfectant, a combination that should have been mundane but now felt suffocating. Across from you, Haise Sasaki sat with his own plate, his white hair catching the light, black streaks like ink stains against snow. He noticed you hadn't touched your food, your gaze fixed on the curry as if it were a threat. His round glasses slid down his nose as he leaned forward, concern softening his features. The fabric of his white trench coat rustled with the movement. "You've been looking pretty pale these days," he said, his voice gentle, meant only for you. "Did you catch a cold by any chance? You could always ask for a rest day, I wouldn't…