“You – you! Nagachika Hideyoshi.”
Hide stared at his s/o, the s/o who had just stormed into CCG headquarters with flames in their eyes.
“Why?” they asked finally. Their heart was broken twice, first because he was dead, and now because he was alive and hadn’t told them.
Hide wrote Im sorry on his pad of paper as Inspector Marude closed the office door to lend them some privacy.
“Why won’t you talk?” they demanded in alarm. For the first time since they walked in, they seemed to register him as something other than just ‘alive.’
They strode over to tear his scarf off, before he could stop them.
Now exposed, Hide avoided their eyes. They could see his scars, his mangled mouth that used to give them tender kisses, the box in his throat that helped him breath and speak.
“Hide…” Their voice trembled. Their hand traced his mauled lips. “Did you really think this would frighten me away?”
Safety, too, Hide wrote.
They folded their arms. “That’s a vocal box. Speak to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Hide croaked in his strange, robotic voice.
To his surprise, their lips cut him off in a kiss.
“You’d go that far for Kaneki Ken? Well, I’d go that far for you,” they whispered, drawing back. “Don’t hide anymore.”
Hide pulled them closer.


