Tsubaki figuring out Furuta’s plan and so one night she snuggles up with him in his bed and keeps repeating something like “I don’t want you to die” and he has a //realization// like “holy shit she really really cares about me”. Lots of crying and cuddling on both side? If you don’t mind writing the prompt, of course!

*Clutches my heart and my soul.*

Furuta has good word that Urie and Kuriowa will be appearing in his office tomorrow. Rio and Roma will be ready, and so shall he.

But tonight, sleep.

If all goes well, this will be his last sleep.

Furuta snuggles into bed, clutching the rubber ducky Tsubaki gave him “for good luck” before he left the garden. He curls up in a fetal position and drifts asleep. He dreams Tsuneyoshi recognizes him, and when he awakens at 3 am, for some reason he’s crying.

“Soutaaaaaaaaa,” whispers a voice.

“What?” Furuta shrieks and bolts upright.

“Bro!” His little sister – tonight of all nights – tackles him. “Souta.” 

“I’m Kichimura now,” he protests. 

“No, you’re still Souta to me. And to yourself.” Tsubaki snuggles beside him. “I need you.” 

“You’re strong enough.”

“Am I?” Tsubaki’s eyes widen. “But you’re going to leave me. I don’t want you to die.”

Furuta squirms. “I’m not gonna die, kid. I’m Director of the CCG. I’ve got plenty of guards.”

“You want to die,” she accuses. “Don’t deny it! I’ve heard all your stupid plans with your clowny friends.”

“No you haven’t!” Furuta gasps.

“You taught me how to spy on people. Please.” Tsubaki starts crying. “I love you. I don’t want you to die. I didn’t have a father or a mother. I need my brother.”

“Tsubaki, everything will be okay.” If you die, you can be cured, you know. 

“Not if you die.” Tsubaki pokes his nose. “I don’t want you to hurt people. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or incite people to hurt yourself, which is your plan. I want you to be happy.” Her voice cracks. “Why can’t I make you happy?”

Furuta looks stricken. “I …”

“Don’t lie, for once, Souta!” Tsubaki wails. “You think you’re all alone, but I don’t want you to be! I will care if you die. I love you.”

“Dad didn’t! Dad didn’t even recognize me!” Furuta yells back. A tear slips down his cheek, and he rubs it away.

“I’m not Dad!” Tsubaki shakes him. “Not everyone is Dad. Not everyone will hurt you. If you go, right now, to CCG and bow down and say I am a ghoul, the world needs help, I promise you many will curse you, but many more will help you. You could have been friends with almost all of them. You still can.” 

Furuta narrows his eyes. “You stole that from somewhere.”

“Crime and Punishment,” she admits glibly. “But I’m your Sonja.”

“Tsubaki, Raskalnikov marries Sonja.”

His sister rolls her eyes. “Because she loves him. And he loves her. I love you, and you love me, although we have familial instead of sexual love.”

“You’re to young to know about sex!” Furuta shouts.

“Souta-chan, I read a lot.” Tsubaki nods. “You have to stay alive, or I’ll read all the worst things.” 

“You will whether I die or not, and you know it.” Furuta pouts.

“Don’t die,” she pleads, crying again.

She wraps her arms around him, and Furuta allows himself, for one moment, to feel recognized. To feel loved. 

Holy shit. 

He’s done too much. He’s broken. He’s so broken. There is only death for him. 

There’s only death for everyone, right? Furuta squeezes his arms around her and begins to cry. “What am I gonna do?”

“Hug me,” she responds.

It’s a start. 

But like an ember, the possibility of a future begins to burn in his mind. By morning, he’s ready to face Urie and Kuriowa – and ask for help.