“Uhh…you fight good” ft mutsurie in which mucchan trains with urie (and kicks his butt :’))

The world needs more Mulan/TG mashups.

Content note: transphobia. 

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“Try to catch me!” Urie dodges Mutsuki’s knife.

“Urie, you’re too fast.” Mutsuki giggles and feints to the right.

Urie escapes again, but Mutsukiw as definitely closer this time.

And then Mutsuki backflips, exposing his bikaku and throwing Urie to the ground.

Urie stares up at Mutsuki, who’s now straddling him and grinning with pride. 

“W-wow. You fight good.”

Urie and Mutsuki look at each other, and both are wondering what a kiss might feel like when Sasaki interrupts. “Dinner!”

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“Where is he…where is he?” Nimura Furuta stalks across the bloodied streets. CCG has been defeated, and he’s probably going to die, thank God, but he’s going to take them down with him.

Urie leaps in front of Mutsuki. Saiko activates her kagune. Aura stands behind his friend, Hsaio to his left, Higemaru to his right. All kakugans blaze.

“That was a deliberate attempt on my life!” cries Furuta. “Step aside. That he-she’s not worth protecting.” 

“He’s a hero!” Urie spits.

“He’s not even a he. He’ll never be worth anything.” Furuta activates his own kakugan.

But Urie’s already framed out. “Listen, you pompous -”

“THAT. IS. ENOUGH.” Kaneki Ken shoves his way through the crowds, Touka Kirishima at his side. Kaneki steps out of his kakuja, but Touka’s ukaku remains ready.

“S-Sasaki.” Urie remembers Kaneki’s final words to him before he left CCG. Save Mutsuki. 

He’s failed to save their squad. Look at them, all full ghouls.

“I can explain.”

Touka holds up a hand. “You know, I’ve learned a great deal about you all. Especially you, Mutsuki Tooru. How you killed your family and the cat. How you arrested my best friend. You tried to kill me over and over.”

Mutsuki’s head bows lower and lower.

“And -” Touka’s tone softens. “You have saved us all.”

Mutsuki blinks. “Me?”

Kaneki wraps new rinkaku tendrils around a sputtering Furuta. “If you hadn’t turned the Oggai on CCG, GOAT would be dead. My child would be dead.” 

Mutsuki gapes at Touka. She’s – strangely, with all the Quinx surrounding him, with Kaneki’s love, he doesn’t feel jealous anymore. “It was – it was Urie.”

“Nah, I think it was you, Mucchy.” Saiko winks at Touka. They have similar hair colors. Their future could be fun.

“I need to tend to the Oggai, Sensei,” Mutsuki says, his face red. “If you’ll let me.”

He can’t abandon them the way Sensei did. 

“Of course.” Kaneki waves him towards the crying children. Perhaps he, too, is learning.

“Mutsuki!” Urie grabs his hand. “Uh – you fight good.”

The memory returns, and Mutsuki’s eyes mist. Perhaps everything hasn’t died. “Thank you.” 

Touka’s mouth drops open and Kaneki inches closer, pulling a cocooned Furuta. “You don’t meet someone like that often, Urie.”

“I know.” Urie smiles, and Mutsuki looks over at him. The Oggai are swarming him with cuddles.

“He knows it, too.” 

What if instead of discovering Mutsuki’s wall of knives by awlking in while he was out, Mutsuki came home briefly, fell asleep, had a nightmare, and Urie came in?

Ooh I like the way you think, Nonny-Mouse.

Urie’s up late exercising. He hopes that if he gets strong enough, he’ll be able to control his next frame-out. 

“Please! Sensei!” Mutsuki’s scream pierces the Chateau.

Urie dashes up the stairs, heart pounding. Where is Mucchan? What’s wrong?

Mutsuki wails from behind his door, which is conveniently locked. Urie smashes his way in.

“Agh!” Mutsuki sits upright, eyes wide. 

Just a nightmare. Urie takes a deep breath to control his heartbeat. “Mutsuki?”

Then his eyes focus on the room. The same picture lines the wall, over and over again. 

He steps closer. Yoriko…? smiling with a blue-haired girl. 

Every picture is nailed to the wall with a knife through the blue-haired girl.

“Get out!” cries Mutsuki. His voice rises. “Please!”

“What is this?” Urie looks at him.

“It doesn’t matter! I love him and he loves her!” Mutsuki shrieks.

“Takeomi?” Urie feels cold. God no.

Mutsuki pauses for a moment. “No! Sensei. I love him and he loves that ghoul. That bitch Touka stole him from us!” He breaks into tears. “She stole him from us. It’s her fault!”

Urie is stunned. Mutsuki…loves Sasaki?

Of course he does. He wouldn’t love Urie. 

“I can’t. I need him.” Mutsuki curls up on his bed. “And I keep dreaming over and over of him hating me and rejecting me for her. And sometimes his face is Torso’s and I hate myself even more.”

Urie blinks. He walks over to Mucchan’s bed and sits beside him. Tentatively, he places his hand on Mutsuki’s back. “You’re okay. You’re safe here. You’re loved.”

“Don’t lie!” Mutsuki scrunches his eyes shut.

“I’m not.” Urie draws Mutsuki closer to him. What would he most like to hear? “I’m here. I’m not going to abandon you. None of us will. We love you and we accept you for who you are.”

Mutsuki cries harder, but he takes Urie’s hand.

“You are loved,” Urie says, as uncomfortable as the phrase feels. It’s true. He does love Mucchan. “Shh. It’s okay.”

Mutsuki grabs Urie in a hug so tight he can barely breathe. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never,” Urie promises. 

Mutsuki feels exposed and grotesque, but Urie is holding him and keeping him safe. For a moment, even without Sensei, he feels home again. 

0 Squad finds out about Furuta’s Quinx surgery and dastardly plots before Arima dies (also Hairu lived through the Rose Arc obvs) and confront him.

Fruit-chan, he’s such a dastard.

Yusa doesn’t know if anyone will believe him. He’s not sure he believes himself.

“What’s wrong?” Shio grins. 

Yusa motions Rikai and Shio closer to whisper in their ears. “I saw Investigator Furuta with one kakugan.”

“Are you sure?” Rikai asks sharply.

Yusa nods.

“Well.” Shio rubs his hands together. “There’s only one thing left to do.”

“Tell Arima-san?” Yusa is intimidated by his relative.

“No.” Shio sounds scandalized. “Break into his office. Steal his phone. We’ll do the investigation.”

Yusa and RIkai know that when Shio wants to be brave, there’s little they can do but follow. 

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“Fruit-chan!” Yusa and Shio tackle the investigator in a hug.

“Huh?” Furuta sounds oddly frightened. His phone has spilled out of his pocket. 

“We’re going around hugging people today,” Shio says proudly. “To show our older relatives some love.”

Furuta smiles, but he looks dead inside. He was always a loner in the garden, pining for Rize and refusing to cheer on the family. 

Rikai, meanwhile, attaches a wire to his phone as Shio babbles on about an unimportant memory. After a minute, during which Furuta’s smile grows markedly more strained, Rikai yanks the wire free and nods.

“Well, gotta go hug Hsaio!” Shio jumps back.

“She’s much scarier than you,” Yusa can’t resist adding.

But what they find on his phone makes him regret those words.

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Furuta strolls back into his office, whistling and pretending Eto doesn’t exist because he’s killed her. Yes. That’s it.

“Hi there.” Hirako lounges in his chair, boots planted on his desk.

“Pardon?”

The door swings shut behind him. Arima, flanked by Hairu and Ui, glares at him.

“Is there a problem?” Furuta tries to laugh.

“You’re much scarier than Hsaio.” Yusa looks sad as he, Rikai, and Shio crawl out from under his desk.

“Hello, brats.” Furuta smiles innocently. “I’m confused.”

Hairu holds up his medical records. 

“Those – those are sealed!” Furuta backs away. Arima blocks the door. 

“Not by flirtatious doctors.” Ui scowls as Hairu shakes her head. “Really, Souta?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Why? It’s your real name, isn’t it?” Hirako shrugs.

“You know? And you, too?” Furuta swings around to Ui. “You’re okay with – with them?” 

“We know a lot more, clown.” Ui takes no pleasure in this. He still can’t believe Arima and Hairu and the kids are ghouls. 

Furuta lunges for the window, but Hirako catches him and drags him to the ground.

“No – no – let me go!” screams Furuta. “Please! You fuckers!”

“You’re not supposed to say that word.” Rikai is perhaps more scandalized by his cursing than his plots.

 “We’ll bring you to interrogation and we will learn everything you planned,” Arima says firmly.

Furuta knows what awaits him in interrogation. He shakes his head wildly. “You – you just went along with this – at least i did something – fuck you!”

Arima squats before Furuta as Hirako cuffs him. “I have my own plans. Always have.” 

“Then why didn’t you save us?” Despite his best efforts, Furuta’s voice cracks. 

Shio’s lips quiver. He throws himself at Furuta. “I still want to hug him!” 

Furuta scoffs, but some portion = of the kid who saved Rize must remain, because Arima and Hairu see him lean in to Shio’s embrace, ever so slightly. 

some takekaya please? even if it’s not your ship?

I will indulge in all ships for this blog, Nonny-Mouse! And, er, Takekaya is not without serious appeal.

“I gather this is how you felt after the Owl Suppression,” Hirako Take says awkwardly. Irimi Kaya is helping him and Squad Zero set up their beds in the 24th ward tunnels. The kids love her black dober mask.

Irimi eyes him. They’ve never talked about that night. 

“I remember you trying to defend the old lady.” Irimi gives Yusa a thumbs up for folding his sheets correctly. 

“I didn’t defend you.” Hirako looks away. She’s kind and gentle and fierce, and had he partnered with her at CCG, he would have asked her on a date. 

“It’s in the past.” 

“You’ve been nothing but generous to us. We’re grateful.” Hirako nods. Their chances are long dead. 

“I’m grateful we got to meet on the same side of a battlefield for once.” Irimi knows he’s scared around her, and of course she’s angry for her dead squad. But Koma killed members of her squad once, and he’s a dear friend now. Who knows what could happen if they let themselves talk?

He’s very handsome, in the plain sort of way Irimi always craved.

“You two like dogs. You should be friends,” Shio declares. Rikai smiles mischievously. 

“Dogs?”

“I have one. Uh, er, named Mr. Owl.” Hirako pauses as a wave of guilt washes over him. “I adopted him after the operation. As a reward for surviving. Or maybe to comfort myself. I really don’t know.”

“What kind of dog?” He killed her friends. But he’s also kind. Irimi wants to know more.

“Shiba Inu.” Hirako pulls out his phone. “I have pictures.”

Irimi thinks Mr. Owl a very handsome fellow, to Hirako’s delight. 

“Why did you start a group called the Black Dogs?” Shio wonders. 

Irimi tilts her head. Her silky black hair cascades down her back. “It’s a long story.” 

“It’s bedtime,” Hirako adds sternly. 

“Tomorrow, then.” Irimi waves. She reluctantly leaves the room.

To her surprise, Hirako follows her down the hall. “I really am sorry for my actions. I – I didn’t know.”

Irimi stops, her back to him. “That’s not an excuse.”

“No,” he agrees.

“But it is an explanation.” Irimi turns around. “We should start over.”

“I concur.”

“With Mr. Owl, I think we already have.” Gathering her ferocity, she takes his face in her hands and kisses him. 

“W – what?” Hirako had no inkling she – would – she –

“I saw you looking at me tonight.” Irimi entwines her fingers with his. “Do you think there’s a chance two former enemies could sustain a relationship that works?”

“I…I want to find out.” Hirako squirms, but the pretty ghoul is smiling at him, and he realizes he couldn’t care less what she needs to survive.

He likes this woman. And she likes him, and his dog. 

Please give Hajime Hazuki some love and some friends.

My bitter murder child needs some serious love. Doctor’s orders.

Hajime tries to bite Hirako, because he’s part ghoul and loves the irony, but a blow from Rikai knocks him back.

“Ghoul,” snaps Shio, locking cuffs onto him.

He can see Mom being eaten, Dad screaming for them to kill him instead. He’s running for the window again.

“So are you!” Hajime screeches. “So are you! All of you – except Hirako! At least I’m gonna stop you all! Fuck you!” 

He screams and screams as they tighten the restraints, cutting off his circulation. Hirako searches his body and yanks the tracker out from his tongue. 

Hirako tries to herd Squad 0 away, but Yusa hesitates. “He’s really upset.” 

The door bursts open, and SS-Yotsume stands there, her emo boyfriend at her side. 

“Hajime Hazuki.” Hinami steps forward.

“Fuck you, ghoul.”

“No, that’s Ayato’s job,” Hinami says sweetly. Ayato chokes, but he made a vow of silence in exchange for accompanying her, and he’ll stick to it if it’s the last thing he does. It might be.

“Huh?” Hajime looks confused.

“Never mind!” Hirako says quickly.

Hinami sits across from Hajime. After a moment, Shio joins her, followed by Yusa and Rikai. With a sigh, Hirako finds himself sitting besides Hajime.

“We like you,” Hinami says. “Well, I do. I know what it’s like to have your parents killed.”

“Do you? Do you know what it’s like to watch them cut off your mom’s head?” shrieks Hajime.

“Yes,” she replies calmly.

“Well, she deserved it.” He scowls.

“She was a pacifist. She only at corpses. We all did.” Hinami pauses. “But I joined Aogiri for revenge anyway.”

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Hajime isn’t sure why she keeps visiting him, but after a few days, he begins to realize he likes her company. She’s kind, and she’s always accompanied by Squad 0, who cheekily remind him of their adventures in the academy.

But it’s Hirako’s pat on the head one day that precipitates his tears.

“You know you’re a good kid, right? Despite the cursing?” 

He’s not a good kid. If he was, Mom and Dad wouldn’t have died, right?

Hinami embraces him, and soon Squad 0 has cocooned him in a hug. 

“Do not be afraid, Hajime.” Hinami nods. “At GOAT, you are loved.” 

Naki reunites with Yamori in the afterlife.

B-but would they be in the same place? 😉

Naki feels fuller and more free than he’s ever been. His sight is skewed and he’s dizzy and falling and yet rising all at once.

If this is death, it’s not as bad as people fear. 

Naki spreads his arms wide. A city materializes of clouded color droplets, and someone awaits him, someone whose presence he would recognize even if blind.

“Big bro!” Naki screams and launches himself in Yamori’s arms.

To his surprise, instead of hitting him, Yamori embraces him in return. “Bet you didn’t expect to see me here.”

“I did. It’s the others who doubted. I didn’t,” Naki says proudly.

Yamori grins uncomfortably. “You know, when I look down and see – and see all I left behind – I think my tortures were meaningless.” He shrugs. “You learn things up here you didn’t expect. But anyways: You were my greatest achievement.”

“Me?” Naki shakes his head. “I can hardly talk good.”

“You have a good heart. You too the right lesson from my strength and not the bad ones, like caring for others.” Yamori looks into Naki’s eyes, and Naki’s surprised to see that Big Bro is crying. “I’ve seen what I’ve done, and you really were the best part. You’re special, kid.”

Naki hugs him again.

“I’m still not a cuddly person,” Yamori mutters, a bit like his old self. 

And Naki laughs and laughs, because everything is beautiful and everyone will be fine and somehow he both feels like he’s understand everything for the first time while having always known. 

Pregnancy scenarios for Hairu and Ui?

Omg yas. 

The moment of truth

Ui paces outside CCG’s medical unit. Hairu collapsed on Arima Squad’s latest mission, and now he, Arima, Hirako, and the kids are gathered in the waiting room.

A nurse appears.”Are you the boyfriend of Ihei Hairu?”

Ui colors. “Well, I, uh – yes.”

“Come with me.”

Now Arima looks truly concerned, and Shio opens his mouth to ask something, but Ui’s already running after the nurse. 

But instead of a dying Hairu on life support, he finds her sitting at the foot of her bed, eating a melon bun and chatting with a doctor.

“H – Hairu. Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” Hairu stands and takes his hands in hers. She smiles from ear-to-ear. “I’m pregnant, Koori.”

Now Ui nearly faints. Hairu catches him. 

“I – I know it’s a surprise, but I’m really happy. We’re having a baby, Koori.” 

“I’m scared,” he whispers, clinging to her. But her excitement is damn contagious. 

Someone taps his shoulder, and Ui turns around to see Arima and Hirako staring down at him. “You better be.” 

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Two Months

“I’m the luckiest girl alive.” Hairu has to say before she finishes her vows and kisses Ui.

All of CCG claps, and bridesmaids Saiko and Hsaio hurry forward to fix her train. 

Ui looks out to see Arima glowing with pride for his squad members, and he knows that if Hairu is the luckiest girl, he’s the luckiest boy.

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Three months

“Ooh, it’s cold.” Hairu giggles and grabs Ui’s hand. She’s lying on a table with her mostly flat belly exposed. 

A nurse slides an ultrasound along. “Well, it looks like you’re having a baby boy.”

Ui gasps, and Hairu cheers. 

He doesn’t deserve this level of happiness. Ui fights tears. 

Hairu turns her head to him, and he sees she’s crying, too. 

“Happy tears,” he assures her.

“I know.”

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Five months

“Koori!” Hairu gasps. She bolts upright in the bed they share.

“What’s wrong?” Ui wakes up immediately. What if she’s dying? Losing Masanori? 

“Here.” Hairu presses his hand to her belly.

His son kicks him. Ui cries out and presses his face against her stomach. Masanori will know he is loved.

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Six months

Hairu slides into her desk chair. “I feel like a whale, Koori.”

She frowns. “An ugly whale.”

Ui gasps. “You’re beautiful!”

“I can’t stop eating.” Hairu blinks. Her voice tears up. “I’m a whale. Worse, I’m like the binge eater from all those years ago.”

“Hey there, human, you’re not eating people.” Ui rubs her shoulders and makes  a mental note to insist Saiko bring her makeup kits over for his wife.  

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Seven months

“What do you mean, our baby is part-ghoul?” Ui freezes.

Arima closes his office door. Hirako stands outside, guarding.

“I’m a failed ghoul,” Hairu sobs, sinking to the floor. “We all are. All the Washuus.”

“Me too,” Arima says, hoping Ui will understand. He advised Hairu against revealing the truth, but she was insistent.

“I’m sorry.” Hairu looks up at her husband. “I hurt you.”

Ui sees his wife kneeling on the office floor, fat tears rolling down her lovely cheeks, her belly swollen with their child.

He can’t believe it.

But he couldn’t believe it when she told him she was pregnant, either. This is really how life changes – in an instant. 

He kneels beside her and – tentatively – touches her shoulder. “Tell me everything.”

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Eight months

“Our baby will be part-ghoul in a world that hates him,” Ui sobs. “Someday we’ll need to tell him what we did.” 

“He’ll forgive us.” Hairu swallows. What if he doesn’t? “If you can learn to forgive me, he can forgive us.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. You can’t help how you were born.” Ui knows it’s logical and believes it with all his heart.

But he can’t help regretting it took Hairu and their baby to show him his bigotry.

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Nine months

“Ui, you might want to come pick up your wife.” Saiko sounds like she’s enjoying this. “We think she’s in labor.”

Ui shrieks and throws the phone across the room.

“Go!” Arima doesn’t even need to ask what’s happening, from the streaking figure leaving his office, Ui didn’t even wait for permission. 

At the hospital, Hairu crushes his hand in hers. “Why did we do this again?”

“Because we love each other?”

“Masanori’s trying to eat my lady parts.”

“Hairu!” Ui cringes. He wishes he were the one in pain. 

And then another nurse is here, telling her to push, and Ui is crying already. 

A new wail joins the room, and in an instant, Ui is a father and Hairu a mother.

Suzuya and Hanbee at home alone (the rest of the squad is busy) , Suzuya suggests to watch a horror movie and Hanbee is scared af. Lots of fluff pleeaseee (I don’t ship them but they are soo cute in a platonic way)

Ooooh yessssss.

Twilight dims. The streets are covered with fog.

“Ooh, it’s kinda creepy.” Suzuya peers out their window. “Hanbee, you know what we should do?”

“What?” Hanbee looks up from his reading with apprehension. 

“Do you want to watch ‘It?’” Suzuya smiles. “We make popcorn and get scared.”

Hanbee is happy to share popcorn with his leader, but he feels mild apprehension at the movie suggestion. “Is it a horror movie?”

“Kind of. It’s about a gang of misfits who team up to defeat a killer clown. Like us!” Suzuya beams at Hanbee. He won’t forget how Hanbee saved him during the clown siege, when that ghoul took on Mr. Shinohara’s face.

As soon as they start the movie, Hanbee squeals and slides closer to his squad leader. 

“Hanbee, nothing’s happened yet,” Suzuya comments.

“I’m scared already,” he admits. 

“You’re silly.” Suzuya shoves popcorn into Hanbee’s mouth.

Hanbee clutches Suzuya and screams at the opening scene, and Suzuya starts giggling. “Okay, would it be better for be to bring my quinque out?”   

Hanbee hangs his head. “Yes, please.”

He’s expecting ghouls around every corner. Behind the couch, even. 

Suzuya skips back into the room, Jason in one hand, a blanket in another. “I’ll protect my team.”

“And we’ll p-p-protect you,” Hanbee stammers, wrapping his arms around Suzuya again.

“Your hands are shaking.” Suzuya pelts Hanbee with popcorn as he places the blanket over their shoulders.  

Hanbee throws back a single kernel, and of course Suzuya catches it in his mouth. “Nom.”

“You seem oddly happy for such a horrifying story.”

Suzuya smiles. “I’ve always wanted to do this. Watch scary movies with my friends and stuff myself on buttered popcorn.” 

Hanbee squeezes Suzuya. Friends. Coworkers, yes, but friends too.

And then he has to shriek again. 

Seidou x Kurona

These two. are. so. underrated. Takirona forever!

“Do you like being alive, Yasuhisa Kurona?” Takizawa Seidou peers around the corner. They’ve been scouting for food to bring back to GOAT headquarters, but now it’s night and the ward is crawling with investigators. 

“Of course I do. Why?” Kurona’s busy watching the two Doves across the street. Sometimes it scares her that she and Nashiro could have joined them.

“We’re about to die.” Seidou points towards two men with Rc Scanning devices, headed towards the alley they’re hiding in. 

He’s gonna have to kill again.

Kurona rolls her eyes. “I have other plans.” 

She shoves Seidou against the wall and bites his lips in hers. 

Seidou takes a moment to respond, but then he hoists her hips on his , and she’s panting and he’s groaning just loud enough to alert the investigators.

“Uh.” The investigators stop at the beginning of the alley, alarmed by the raunchy display. “What are you two doing?”

Kurona keeps her hair draped over Seidou’s face. “I charge extra for cops.”

“Get the fuck outta here, cretin.” The man curses at her, so Kurona grabs Seidou’s hand and flees.

Seidou dashes alongside her. “Are you kidding me?” 

“Well, it worked! They were too uncomfortable to get close.” Kurona stops by the ajar sewer. “In with you.”

He drops in, and she follows suit. “I just saved both our asses.”

“You always do,” he admits. When he fought Amon, she saved him after he passed out. She called him a good man, and he’s never forgotten. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before. I hope I did alright.” Kurona laughs. Nashiro would demand every detail.

His hair got in my mouth. He was slobbery. I liked it. 

“That’s the most action I’ve had myself,” Seidou admits. She can’t feel anything for him. She should be repulsed by him.

Good man.

Kurona chuckles at his pun. 

He stops and grabs her wrist. “Do you – do you want to try it again?”

His heart drums in his ears. Why is he asking her? He’s shit.

Good man.

“When you’ve lost everything else, ‘the only thing left is to live for someone else.’” Kurona looks at him. “You said that.”

“Oh.” He doesn’t remember. Damn kakuja.

“I still live for myself. Maybe I’m selfish. I live so I can remember Nashiro. I’d give my life to resurrect her. You can live for yourself, too.” 

Seidou blinks. Can he be a good man?

Kurona smirks. Shoves him agains the sewer wall this time. “All that to say, hell yeah.” 

And then she’s on him and he’s on her, and right now, his life feels possible again.