Itori accidebtally scaring the living shit out of Uta with a pregnancy test that isn’t even hers but a friend who needed support, please? I just wanna mess with him x)

#Canon.

Itori has just finished tucking her friend into bed. Itori’s bed, to be exact, which she has dutifully maintained as the squishiest bed in Tokyo. Itori finds it useful for the ghouls who come to her for help, when they’re pregnant from human partners and unsure what to do. 

Itori helps them.

She hums to herself and turns off the lights. But when she dances back downstairs, she finds Uta staring at the trash can.

Itori swallows the laugh bubbling inside her. “Hi there.”

Uta nods. 

“Can’t speak?” she purrs.

“Hi.” Uta points to the trash can. The trash can holding a positive pregnancy test.

“Wouldn’t you like a little Utatori?” she asks sweetly.

Blood drains from Uta’s face. He sways – he actually fucking sways – and that’s when Yomo catches him.

“Aw, Ren’s here too!” Itori claps her hands.

“I don’t – I mean – ” Uta wipes his sweating palms on Yomo’s coat. 

“Relax, idiot. It’s a friend’s.” Itori tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Women gotta help each other out from time-to-time.”

“Really?” Uta peers at her.

“You didn’t know that?” Yomo asks.

“No!”

“Well, now you do.” Itori pats Uta on his head. “Unfortunately, my bed’s taken by my friend tonight.”

Uta chokes as Itori quickly retreats, holding her phone aloft like a prize.  

“You recorded this?!” Uta shrieks.