Plus thirteen years when Touka and Kaneki’s daughter (who I’ve named Kaori) finds an old photo of kuroneki and Touka in part one and asks about it?

I like the name!

“Mom?” Kaori holds up a photo album. Laughter ripples from her throat. 

“Hmm?” Touka turns around.

“Why does Dad have an eyepatch?”

“Oh!” Touka smiles. “That’s from around the time we first met. I called him a useless idiot. He could barely fight. He’d only just become a half-ghoul.”

“Wow.” Kaori squints. “He looks so timid.”

“He was. He was also the sweetest boy I’d met, and that angered me.” Touka laughs now. “That hasn’t changed.”

“Oh, please.” Kaori rolls her eyes. “Don’t get sappy with me.”

“Someday, you’ll appreciate it!”

Kaneki enters the room. “What are we talking about?”

“How obnoxiously nice you are, Daddy.” Kaori smiles at him, and Kaneki can’t resist smiling back. She is his princess. 

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