“I’ll never get myself under control,” Touka says sullenly, kicking the mop she’s using to wash the coffeeshop floor.
“Not if you keep taking your rage out on that mop,” Kaneki says wryly, to which Touka responds by flicking water in his direction. He pauses. “You haven’t said anything in a while. Why do you ask now?”
Touka shrugs. “Because I want to be someone you’d be proud of.”
“Why? I’m nobody.” Kaneki looks at the floor.
Touka growls. Why is he acting so dense? “Because I like you, idiot!”
Kaneki gapes at her. His coffee splatters on the floor.
“After I just cleaned? You clean it up.” Touka shoves the mop at him.
Kaneki can’t quite hold the mop. “T-T-Touka?”
“What? I said what I said.” Touka turns around to smile at him.
Kaneki mashes his lips against hers.
Touka gasps slightly, and returns his kiss with fervor.
“This idiot is already proud of you,” Kaneki murmurs in her ear.
Mercy and Magic 