Yoriko is pregnant and the first person she tells is Touka when they meet up for the first time in years

“Touka.” Yoriko stands across from her best friend, each of their husbands by their side.

“Yoriko.” Touka tries to adorn the tough face she always wore in high school. 

“I missed you.” Yoriko wipes a tear.

“I missed you too!” Touka bursts out, throwing herself forward and embracing Yoriko. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry – I just wanted to keep you safe.”

“I know. I’m sorry i never noticed – and forced you to eat – I thought you really liked my cooking,” Yoriko confesses.

“I mean, it was the most tolerable human food I’d ever eaten,” Touka promises. 

Yoriko snorts, but a smile emerges on her face.

“We watched your wedding,” Kaneki says lightly.

“From the hill overlooking the church. You were beautiful,” Touka confirms.

Yoriko claps her hands over her mouth. “Really? Oh, I wish you could have been my bridesmaid.”

“I wish you could have been mine,” Touka says, nodding to Kaneki.

Yoriko clears her throat. “Will you at least be my baby’s godmother?”  

“Yoriko!” Touka gasps. “Are you – you’re pregnant!”

Yoriko nods eagerly. Behind her, Takeomi blushes. 

“Congratulations,” Kaneki says weakly.

“Oh, come on.” Touka pokes Kaneki’s nose. “I’ll do it, Yoriko, if you’re our baby’s godmother.” 

“Seriously?” Yoriko shrieks. “Our kids will be best friends!” 

Touka hugs her again as Takeomi and Kaneki engage in a firm handshake. “Well, looks like we’ll have to be best friends, too,” Takeomi quips.