For all the time Yomo has spent with his S/O, he’s never shared a meal with them.
Sharing a meal is frighteningly intimate for ghouls. They will see Yomo at his basest level, kakugans displayed, blood on his tongue. And he will see them.
They look nervous as Yomo hands them one of the two kidneys he pilfered from his fridge.
Yomo smiles to settle them at ease. His corneas turn black, his irises red.
They lower their eyes, forcing a smile of their own. When they raise their head, his breath catches.
Only their left eye is a kakugan. The other eye keeps its white cornea, its black iris.
“[Name]?” Yomo coughs. He speaks more gruffly than he means. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid it would disgust you,” they confess.
“Have you seen my nephew-in-law?” Yomo shakes his head. “No, you don’t disgust me at all.”
They laugh with relief. Before they bite into the kidney, Yomo leans across the table and kisses their lips.
“I think you’re beautiful with just one kakugan.”
Mercy and Magic 