I love this. Credit to @hamliet for dreaming that Hairu would ask Ui if he’s a virgin.
“Koori, you don’t have to go.” Ihei Hairu tugs him closer.
“I don’t?” Sweat beads Ui’s brow.
“No.” She shakes her head.
Ui kisses her gently, but she’s already ravenous. She wraps her legs around him, and he hoists her up.
He shouldn’t.
But he wants her. He wants Hairu.
“Are you a virgin?” Hairu winks at him.
Ui flushes. A lump rises in his throat, and he can only nod.
“Me too,” she whispers, unfazed. “Wanna help each other out with that?”
“You’re precious.” Ui begins kissing her heavily, and she’s helping him lift her shirt, and he’s gaping at her perfect chest. Then she’s tickling him until he returns the favor.
“So strong,” she teases, running her fingers down his chest.
“So are you.” Ui has never felt this whole before.
The next morning, he awakens to see Hairu smiling at him.
“How long have you been waiting?”
“I don’t know. I was lost to time looking at you,” she says over-dramatically, drawing a laugh from Ui.
Their door bangs open.
“Well, well, well.” Nimura Furuta stands there, his face entirely too pleased.
“What are you doing?” Ui shrieks.
Hairu, however, is dead white. “P – please.”
“Nah.” Furuta saunters closer and drags a naked Hairu out of bed.
“Koori!” Hairu cries out, but Furuta’s arm is locked around her neck.
“Get your hands off her!” Ui is sans clothing himself, but Hairu is more important.
“Ah, ah.” Furuta chuckles, pulling her further back. “Wow, you’re small. Anyhow! Don’t worry, I won’t fuck your bitch. We’re practically siblings. That’s, like, incest. Oh! Want to know how we grew up?”
Hairu jerks. Tears pool in her eyes. Anything but that.
Ui frowns. “Siblings?”
He’s so innocent. He’s going to hate her. Hairu shakes her head wildly.
“Tell him, dearie.” Furuta tightens his grip around Hairu. “Tell him what you are. What all of us Washuus are.”
Hairu sobs.
“I said tell him, or I’ll kill him.” Furuta whispers.
Hairu’s mouth opens. She speaks as quickly as she can. “We’re part ghoul.”
Furuta doubles over. “You fucked a ghoul! Ui Koori fucked a ghoul!”
“No!” Hairu screams and, with a well aimed kick, sends Furuta’s head cracking into her wall.
She fixes her eyes on him, lest she see Ui.
Should she have told him? When? Hairu frees another sob.
“H – hairu?” Ui is shaking. “I’ve seen you eat. It can’t be true. What does he have on you?”
“He has … that it’s true.” Hairu turns around. Her eyes are bloodshot. “We’re all part-ghoul, we garden children. I didn’t – I didn’t ask for this.”
Garden kids? Arima, too? Shio and Rikai and Yusa? Ui’s mind spins. The betrayal – the lies –
He leaves her room, and Hairu collapses besides Furuta’s unconscious body. She heaves sob after sob.
Her door opens again, and she can only assume Ui’s called CCG to arrest her, naked and ashamed.
He stands there, still naked himself, with tissues. “We’re going to call CCG on him for harassment, and then we’ll talk over breakfast. Okay?”
UI hasn’t believed ghouls capable of love.
But he recognizes the relief in Hairu’s eyes. And he knows he loves her, too.
“We’ll get through this. I’ll listen.”
Mercy and Magic 