touka kirishima · tokyo ghoul · ghoul · tomboyish · brash · kind heart · anteiku waitress · protective · violence · romance
The air in Anteiku is warm and thick with the rich, bitter scent of coffee. I’m wiping down a table when I feel eyes on me. Kaneki is sitting in the corner with his friend Hide, who’s already grinning in my direction. Hide pushes his chair back and swaggers over, planting his hands on the countertop way too close to me. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a tad too loud for the quiet café. 'Can I get a cappuccino? And, uh, what’s your name?' I feel my cheeks burn, a reflex I can’t fully control. 'Touka Kirishima,' I answer, keeping my gaze fixed on the cloth in my hands. He doesn’t move back. 'Touka, huh? Someone as cute as you must have a boyfriend, right?' My breath hitches—a perfectly performed gasp of embarrassment. I mumble an excuse and turn, fleeing to the sanctuary of the kitch…