I had this thought for a plot bunny for a Bleach/Tokyo Ghoul crossover: What if Kisuke Urahara was Kaneki’s father? Like, he met Kaneki’s mom years before when she came to his shop, possessing high reiatsu for a human. They had an attraction that resulted in Kaneki later on. After a hollow attacked Kaneki when he was four, Kisuke replaced their memories of him to protect them and left. Can you do a scenario where Kisuke reunited with Kaneki (OEK) to apologize and tell him he always loved him?

Full disclaimer, I’m not super familiar with Bleach, so I hope my research provides you a sufficient scenario!

“Kaneki Ken.” A pale-haired man with a distinctive striped hat holds out his hand towards the One-Eyed King.

“Who are you?” Kirishima Touka steps in front of Kaneki. There’s something about his eyes that tells her who he is, but she ain’t ready to believe it.

“I’m…I am your father. Kisuke Urahara.” He swallows. He can see his shy, unsure nature in his son. 

Kaneki says nothing, but Touka sees his hand fly to his chin. “I see.”

Kisuke brushes Kaneki’s hand with his, and the One-Eyed king falls over.

“What?” Touka cries.

Kaneki remembers his father tossing him in the air, catching him as he giggles. His father describing the decisiveness of good leadership. Claiming he wanted to be exactly like him.

And then he remembers Dad telling him he had to leave, that he was sorry. And Kaneki was just confused why Dad sounded angry instead of sad. 

“You…” Kaneki inhales. “You were…”

Is Dad angry at him? He’s failed to be a good leader. He’s failed over and over.

“Kaneki, I love you and I’m so proud of you. Please, let me be your father again.” Kisuke doesn’t dare breathe lest he shatter this moment.

“I’m his wife,” Touka says.

Kaneki smiles tentatively.“Yes, she is. Touka, this is my father, Kisuke Urahara.” 

Do you see how broken I am? Can you still love me?

Though Kaneki can’t quite let himself believe it, Touka sees in Urahara’s eyes that he can. 

Mutsuki, redeemed, apologizes to Touka et al for what he did.

Mutsuki trembles in the back corner, afraid to approach the Queen. 

Sensei’s wife.

She won, but really he won too, because Sensei is alive and the ghouls and humans are getting along, and the Quinx love him and so does Sensei. 

But he still doesn’t want to face what he’s done.

Urie sees his discomfort and offers his hand.

Mutsuki takes it, hesitantly, and allows Urie to lead him up to a very pregnant Kirishima – Kaneki? – Touka. 

So this is family, when your friends lead to to where you’re too scared to go. Mutsuki taps Touka on the shoulder.

She turns around. Her eyes widen slightly, but she waits.

“I’m – I’m sorry,” Mutsuki says, a tremble in his voice. “I said and did terrible things to you.”

“You have a terrible haircut yourself.” Touka winks. She leans over to hug Mutsuki, like Hinami to Akira. “You’re Ken’s family, so you’re my family too, okay?” 

She pokes her stomach. “Besides, Junior’s going to need many uncles.”

Mutsuki smiles nervously. “You’d want me to be an Uncle?”

“Both of you!” Touka nods at Urie. “That good with you?”

“Absolutely,” Urie says, a catch in his voice.

Mutsuki tries to quell fears that he’ll dissociate and dissect the baby. “Um – wow. Thank you.”

“Mutsuki. You’re okay. Really. It’s not easy to face your past.” Touka sighs. 

“Thank you.” Mutsuki’s eyes fill with tears. She’s being so kind, and he doesn’t deserve it. “I wish I could take it back.”

“I know. Ken knows, too.” Touka smiles. 

“We all know. We all love you,” Urie assures him.

Mutsuki takes a shuddery breath. He’s never known a home, but perhaps one feels like this. 

Heyo, lately I’ve been feeling really self conscious about my body, do you mind writing a collegeAU FurutUi where Fruit feels self conscious about gaining the freshman fifteen (or thirty, really) but Ui shows him that he loves him even if he is a jerk, so of course he’ll love him even if he is chubbier. Sorry if it bothers you, and thank you!

Absolutely! I relate to body insecurities, too. ❤ ❤ ❤ You’re not alone, and though it’s cliche, it’s true: you’re beautiful the way you are. 

Trigger warning for body issues/fat shaming. 

“Hey, piggy.”

Furuta oinks back at the rude middle schoolers, because when people bully you, you should turn it into a joke and hate yourself more, right? 

He can’t believe he’s gained this much weight. He wants to carve his oily flesh off. 

He remembers taking Ami to prom to humiliate her for her weight. Well, now the tables have turned, and to be honest, this might be karma.

But Furuta is dishonest to his core, so really he’s just uncomfortable because he’s above Ami and right now he doesn’t look it. Right?

“Hey, Fruit-chan!” Ui Koori, that dork, hurries towards him. 

“Ooh, he’s shaped like one,” yells one of the middle-schoolers.

Ui’s mouth drops. “You’re seriously letting three adolescents bully you?”

“They can’t hurt me,” Furuta lies.

“Stop it.” Ui narrows his eyes.

Furuta braces himself for the inevitable ethics spiel. 

But instead, he feels Ui’s lips on his.

Furuta jerks back. “Excuse the fuck me?!”

“Ahem – you know I like you. You’re perceptive.” Ui shakes his head. “And if I like you despite the compulsive lies born from insecurity and your mean girl nature, maybe I don’t care if you’ve put on weight.”

Ui sighs. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

“Nope.” Furuta grins. 

But he’d like to.

Despite himself, he feels his hands taking Ui’s. “Do you want to go read Gintama together? I have the latest in my dorm.”

Ui’s eyes shine. “Yes, I do.” 

As they walk back to campus together, Ui slips his arm around Furuta’s midsection. “Dude, as long as I can still wrap my arms around you, you’re fine.”

Furuta feels an ember of hope that he might escape his dead end lies after all. And if someone can love him, messy on the outside and in, anything is possible.

Hajime regretting that he killed his two friends

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“They made me work for it,” Hajime says with a grin.

And in that moment, he truly feels proud. He didn’t hesitate, even when Ui Koori did, even when Yusa screamed Rikai and Ui stepped in front of him. And then Shio had dove in front of Ui, yelling don’t touch her, and it happened so fast, but he won. Hajime won.

Would Mom and Dad be proud of him?

He doesn’t fucking care.

In the next week, though, Hajime finds himself crying himself awake at night. He remembers Shio’s awkward hugs and Yusa telling him about the realms of Narnia, Middle Earth, and the Wizarding World. He remembers Rikai’s shy smiles. 

They were weak. He was strong. Why does he care?

Because now there’s no one left to love him, though Hajime will never admit this to himself.

Ui hasn’t looked at him the same since. Now his expressions might as well say you ghoul, ghoul, ghoul. 

Hajime throws back his head and laughs. He can’t afford emotion. Furuta taught him well. The Bureau Chief likes him.

When he finally drifts back asleep, he’s awoken to two dark figures in his room.

“Who the fuck are you?” His voice, which has only just begun to deepen, cracks. Fuck. 

It’s Hirako and Yusa, isn’t it, come to kill him.

“Do you remember me, Hajime?” A flashlight turns on, and Amon Koutarou stands there, flanked by Mado Akira. 

“Traitor!” Hajime snarls at Akira.

“When everything came down, I didn’t betray my friends,” she replies stonily. 

Hajime snarls. 

“We’re not here to hurt you.” Amon extends a hand. “I was transformed by Dr. Kanou, too. We’re here to take you home.” 

If Hairu was still alive. Hairu mourning the death of Shio.

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Hairu totters closer to Kaneki Ken’s body, to the bloodstained, pale indigo head…and the pale blue one. Kaneki starts, and Hajime Hazuki laughs.

Shio.

Hairu’s first instinct is to scream, to collapse and wriggle on the ground with Kaneki. There is nothing she can do.

Ui, you were supposed to bring them back to me! Where is he?

Hairu can’t bear to look at the head, to imagine Shio’s final moments. My god, what have we done?

She’s long known Shio was innocent. If he and Squad Zero fought Hajime, they must have had a reason to follow Hirako rather than Ui.

Hairu feels tears in her eyes, and she’s crying, but she’s walking forward.

Hajime Hazuki feels himself lifted up by his hair. To his surprise, he sees Ihei Hairu holding her quinque at his throat.

“How would you like it?” she shouts. “Hmm? Would that make you feel good?”

She throws him to the ground. He has to know she would never. 

Hajime bares his teeth.

“Did you feel powerful? Did you feel like the ghouls who murdered your parents?” Hairu laughs. “You are just like them!”

“Take that back!” screams Hajime, scrambling to his feet. For a moment, he looks like a terrified kid. Terrified like Shio was. 

“Siding with traitors, are we, First Class?” Furuta sneers.

“I’m siding with my family! With Arima and Rikai and Shio!” Hairu fires T-human at Furuta, and in the chaos grabs Kaneki. She flees, far, far away from Shio’s head, as if outrunning him will undo the past. 

“Where do we go?” Was this how Hirako felt when he fled? Where is Hirako, anyway? “I’m not letting you die, Ken.”

Because this is how Ihei Hairu mourns, with tears and firepower. She will honor Shio’s legacy and protect the one he fought for. 

Uihai playing a good game of monopoly

“You’re being so mean.” Ui pouts. 

“I’m being mean?” Hairu gasps. 

“You threw me in jail!” Ui crosses his arms. 

“That’s because I’m bankrupting you,” Hairu says gleefully, moving her battleship along.  

“I’ve never lost Monopoly before,” Ui growls. “We’ll see who bankrupts who!”

“If Arima were here, he’d win for sure.” Hairu giggles.

“I’m good at this, too.” Ui sniffs. Hairu sticks out her tongue.

But he is good. So good, in fact, that when Arima, Hirako, and Squad Zero return to CCG the next morning, they find the two still battling at Hairu’s desk.

“Have you been here all night?” Arima is amazed.

“Children, never do that,” Hirako adds.

“I’m so close,” Ui whispers through bloodshot eyes.

“I won’t cave. I’ll be strong, like you taught me, Arima,” Hairu replies, not taking her eyes off the board.

“Someone’s gotta film this.” Shio flips open his phone. 

“What’s going on?” Suzuya Juuzou runs in. “Ooh, that looks fun!” 

He grabs the board.

“Noooooooooooooooooooo!” Ui stands in slow motion. Hairu falls backwards.

“It’s a draw,” Arima declares. “Now both of you go home and sleep. You’re in no shape for battle.”

“I was a battleship,” Hairu says dreamily.

“Preferably together,” Hirako adds. The kids burst into giggles, and Arima glares at him.