Koori and Hairu celebrate Halloween?

“Koori!” Hairu hurries into CCG decked out in a shimmering blue ballgown. Fairy wings flutter behind her, and a tiara crowns her hair.

She’s so beautiful it hurts.

“You!” Hairu gapes at him. Ui has dressed like Prince Charming, complete with a tiara that matches hers. “How did you know?”

“I made Saiko tell me your plans for Halloween. I wanted to match.” His face is as pink as her hair.

“I didn’t think you’d like dressing like a prince.” Hairu nods slyly. “It suits you.”

“I hope,” Ui says nervously. He feels silly, but Hairu is happy and that’s what he cares about.

“Let’s get into position!”

Saiko, dressed as a witch, strides past. Police Officer Urie, Samurai Shirazu, and Cat Mutsuki follow her. “Better watch out, Inspector Bowl Cut, or I’ll hex your girlfriend.”

“Get in position!” Hairu calls.

Even Matsuri Washuu is ready – though scowling in his stormtrooper outfit, because unbeknownst to him, Yoshitoki had already planned Darth Vader.

Arima peers out of his office.

“Did you do it, Hirako?” Hell’s Angel Marude grins.

“Oh, we did,” Hairu assures him, as Shiba Hirako shoves Arima out.

Yes, his Squad managed to convince him to dress like a Roman god, complete with a toga and olive branches in his hair.

“I can’t believe you got me to agree to this,” Arima mumbles.

“You’re brilliant,” Ui whispers to Hairu. She pecks him on the cheek.

“They’re coming!” Hairu whistles, and everyone ducks back into their respective offices.

“Trick or treat!” Shio pounds at their door.

Ui opens to see Ghost Yusa, Vampire Rikai, and Zombie Shio. “Well, well, well, you’re not ghouls, so I suppose we can let you pass.”

“But just to ensure you don’t get hungry.” Hairu dumps candy into their bags.

When the kids move next door, Ui grabs Hairu and kisses her. He feels stupid, but he has to say it. “You’re my fairy princess.”

Could you do an nsfw Arisasa scenario please?

You’re welcome, Nonny-Mouse! I hope you enjoy.

CHRISTMAS

“You’re the best mentor, you know. Thank you.” Haise Sasaki holds out a Christmas present for his friend.

Arima smiles and accepts the gift. He feels bad he didn’t buy anything for Sasaki.

“You really don’t have to beat yourself up. You’re always doing that.” Sasaki shakes his head. “Can’t you be happy for once?”

“You make me happy,” Arima tells him, and his heart thumps in his chest.

He opens the perfectly wrapped gift to see a framed photograph of 0 Squad. Laughing.

“This is fabulous.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Sasaki sighs. “I had to ask Akira. You’re rather difficult to shop for, you know.”

“So are you,” Arima says lamely.

“Not really.” Sasaki’s face is illuminated by glowing lights, and – and –

From the moment Arima met him in the sewers, Sasaki’s had his heart.

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NEW YEARS

Sasaki calls Arima, exhausted after a night helping an intoxicated Akira groom her cat over and over.

“Come over and I’ll brew you coffee,” Arima tells him.

They talk and talk over coffee, and finally Sasaki asks what he’s been wondering.

“Do you like me?”

Arima starts. “Of course.”

“Not like that. At the party last night, Hairu said you were off pining for me.” Sasaki’s face is bright red. “Is that true?”

Arima sighs.

When he looks up, Sasaki kisses him.

A New Year, indeed.

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VALENTINE’S DAY

“Arima!” Haise rolls over and wakes his boyfriend by peppering his face with kisses.

“Well, that is a pleasant way to awaken,” Arima mumbles. “We could make it more pleasant, though.”

“Oh, really?” Sasaki pulls Arima atop him.

Arima suckles the skin of Sasaki’s chest. He stokes his muscles, and his smile grows with every moan.

When Sasaki is inside him, he feels open and free and beautiful. They’re both part-ghoul, and they understand each other in ways most people don’t.

They collapse next to each other, covered in sweat.

Arima reaches over to their nightstand. “I got you something for Valentine’s Day.”

“Chocolate?” Sasaki laughs at the box. “Well, it just so happens…”

Arima guffaws as Sasaki pulls out the exact same box.

“You’re hard to shop for, you know,” Sasaki says again.

Arima pulls him in for another kiss.

Could you do a scenario where Yoshitoki finds out Arima was the king all along and had betrayed them?

I love Yoshitoki! Thank you for the ask!

Arima walks into his office, exhausted even though he just awoke.

The Rushima Landing operation will be soon. Eto plans to escape soon. And, if everything goes correctly, Kaneki Ken will kill him.

He’s sorry for what he’s done to Kaneki. He hopes he will forgive him, someday.

And then something hurtles towards his face, and he barely dodges it.

“You bastard!” Yoshitoki can’t help but feel pleased that his visibly aging brother is weakening. He slams the door shut and takes a step closer. “Is it – is it true?”

Yoshitoki’s eyes are wide and desperate. Arima doesn’t know how he knows, but he does,

“Why do you ask what you already know?” He delivers his sternest glare. If Yoshitoki interferes with his plans, he will have to kill his brother. And Yoshitoki knows he can.

But, truthfully, he doesn’t want to. He wishes he could like his brother.

His brother is what he might have been if not for Eto. Kind and gentle, forced into a role that he took up in his eagerness to please their unappeasable father.

“What are you planning?” Yoshitoki doubles over. “You’re the king. Arima – Kishou – don’t you care about us? About Father? About Matsuri?”

“Matsuri’s better off without his role. You and I both know it.” Arima is still pissed they made his nephew marry Iyo. Neither kid deserves or needs the other.

“I have to stop you.” Yoshitoki scowls. “I don’t want to.”

“Do you?”

Yoshitoki steps closer. “You stood next to me, all those years, lying to Father. You stood as our beacon of hope, and you let us lie for you.”

“Yes.” Arima looks at the floor. “Do you want me to apologize? I can’t give it to you.”

“I want – my family. That included you, or so I thought.” Yoshitoki shakes his head, and Arima sees what Eto might have seen in him long ago.

He sees what could have been, if not for their father.

He should give up on his brother. But he persists. “I know you think you’re doing right. But do you think Matsuri is happy? Your boy likes men, Yoshitoki, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Eto had once slapped him for not encouraging Yoshitoki to help the bookish Matsuri.

Well, I’m doing it now.

“H – he can’t,” pleads Yoshitoki. Father won’t allow it.

“You helped implement this. So did I. At least I will take it out.” Arima steps closer. “And you can help. If you go to Rushima now, if you let my plan fulfill itself, you can help make the world better for your son. I know you love him.”

Like he loves Kaneki.

Yoshitoki hesitates. Arima could kill him otherwise. But, maybe, all his years of good parenting weren’t enough. Maybe Matsuri and all the Washuus are caged.

He’s always known. And done nothing.

He meets Arima’s eyes, tears in his own. The two men exchange a nod, and Yoshitoki whispers, “Brother.”

Then he leaves for Rushima.

Ui getting teased by his colleagues abt his crush on hairu and hairu doesnt know ui likes her

Omg this is an Uihai tsunami and I love it.

“Sooooo. What are your plans for Valentine’s Day?” Hirako sits on Ui’s desk – the nerve – and grins at Ui.

“What’s with your cheeky face?” he asks sourly.

“So grumpy. Pining away, are we?”

“What?” Ui gasps. “For who? You’re crazy!”

“Methinks thou doth protest too much.” Kiyoko Aura breezes past.

Ui turns scarlet as all the Squad 0 kids giggle. “Who?”

Arima strolls towards them, and Shio waves him over. “Arima, Arima! Do you think Ui should buy Hairu chocolates or roses for Valentine’s Day?”

Yusa and Rikai dissolve into giggles again, and even Hirako seems taken aback.

“What?” Arima frowns. Koori and Hairu? Hairu and Koori? “Hmm, yes, I can see that.” Honestly, he rather likes the idea. “Buy her what you think she’d want.”

“How do I know?” Ui whispers.

“Ask her or her friends,” Hirako whispers back.

“What’s everyone doing here? Is there a mission to prepare for?” Hairu skips over to them. “Ui, you look red, are you okay?”

Ui gurgles.

“Hypothetically,” begins Hirako.

“The kids are wondering what to buy others for Valentine’s Day,” Arima interrupts. They threw Ui, he can throw them. It’s a life lesson.

“Ooh. Roses and chocolate and candlelit dinners are nice. But you know what’s best? Telling someone they like you. I think.” Hairu imagines her perfect Valentine’s Day.

When she waltzes away, the rest of Arima Squad stares at Ui.

“Better practice that confession.” Arima turns around. “Kids, it’s practice time.”

They all stand.

“You’re welcome,” Hirako says to a mortified Ui.

Since you wrote about Ui confessing to Hairu, what about their first date?

Soooo much Uihai! I love it.

“So, what do you have planned?” Hirako perches on Ui’s desk. His smirk sends shivers down Ui’s spine.

“Uh –” He’s already consulted Arima and decided on a fancy chocolate bar, followed by the latest romantic comedy. But if he tells Hirako, there’s a 99% chance of Squad 0′s kids showing up with cameras.

“Koori! I’m ready!” Hairu breezes in, dressed in a beautiful red dress and heels high enough that she might now be taller than Ui.

His face is white. “You look beautiful.”

“So do you!” Hairu leans over and takes his hands. “Bye, Hirako!”

“Have fun. Make good decisions!” Hirako can’t resist.

“Ui, you’re sweeter than this chocolate.” Hairu sips her marshmallow-filled mug.

“Arima helped me decide,” he admits.

“Arima knows us well.” Hairu pokes his nose, leaving strawberry syrup on the tip. “Look! You’re a clown!”

Ui feigns horror. “You’ll have to execute me!”

“Noooooo, not my Koori!” Hairu gasps, and much like the chocolate surrounding them, Ui is melting inside.

The romantic comedy turns out to suck, which disappoints them both, but when they leave early they’re able to run around Tokyo together. For once, they don’t worry about ghouls and humanity fighting for survival.

For once, they’re the only one on each other’s mind. They’re dancing alone under the starlight, in a garden they’re trespassed into.

It’s a perfect date.

Koori proposing to Hairu lol

So much Uihai. I love it!

Ihei Hairu nearly collapses as soon s their meeting ends. She swears Marude just asked questions to hear himself talk.

“Coffee?” Ui asks her, and she nods eagerly.

“I’d die without it after whatever the hell that was,” Hairu mutters, and Ui has to chuckle, though he feels guilty, too. After all, he was the one who asked Marude to take up extra time.

When they arrive at Re cafe, Hairu’s favorite, he orders a latte for both of them, as planned. The blue-haired manager winks at him. She’s been planning this for a week.

Hairu looks down at her cup and gasps.

Will you marry me? is written in the foam.

“Now!” he hears Shio whisper, and Hirako’s dog totters into the cafe, a ring box adorning its collar.

Ui drops to his knees. “Will you – I mean – can you – do you want to marry me?”

His fingers scrambled to open the box. A beautiful pink diamond, just the color of her hair. Arima helped him pick it out.

Hairu shrieks. “Yes!”

And then she tackles him, peppering his face with kisses.

The Quinx Squad and Arima Squad file in, Saiko with balloons and Hirako with chocolates. Sasaki heads right up to the manager to thank her.

“Koori,” she whispers in his ear, “you’ve made me the happiest person alive.”

The Quinx go to a club and drink a wee bit too much.

Dis fun.

Alternate Universe where Shirazu is totally 100% alive.

“Alrighty, everyone. Let’s go.”

“Go where?” Mutsuki looks up in surprise.

“Da club.” Shirazu’s hands are wrapped around Urie, and Saiko appears on Mutsuki’s left, Hsaio on his right.

“Uh.”

Aura is dragged forward by Higemaru. “We’ve been played,” he grumbles.

And so all seven Quinxes find themselves in a club with music so loud Mutsuki can feel it in his teeth.

The solution, as Higemaru assures him, is to drink.

Mutsuki then finds himself crying and babbling on about how inadequate he feels. He leans on Urie, who meanwhile has been drinking to muster the courage to confront Mutsuki. Or just survive the chaotic club atmosphere.

“You’re so handsome,” he finally manages to slur, and then Higemaru interrupts by dragging them both onto the dance floor.

Saiko pouts as Shirazu and Aura begin grinding on each other. “Men are dumb.”

“You’re not.” Hsaio drops her glass onto the floor. It shatters into what she finds a pretty pattern.

“I’m not a man.” Saiko thrusts out her chest.

“Neither am I.” Hsaio grins. “I’ve always wanted boobs like yours.”

“They hurt my back.”

“Can I touch them? Are they squishy?”

When Haise Sasaki arrives per a concerning call from Higemaru, he finds Hsaio and Saiko feeling each other up at the bar.

Urie is vomiting in a bathroom urinal as Mutsuki pats his head.

On the dance floor, Shirazu and Higemaru play patty-cake over Aura’s unconscious body.

He sends an image to Arima. Ui was right. We’re unethical. I quit.

Don’t leave me with this, Arima texts back. I’d rather be with ghouls.

Finally, Akira responds to them both. If you ever send me these images again, dear child, I’m sterilizing myself.

Hairu is sick. Ui winds up helping her.

“Kill meeeeee,” whines Hairu, staggering in to CCG.

“Honey, a C-rated ghoul could manage that,” Hirako watches her collapse into her desk chair.

On cue, Ui Koori hightails out of Arima’s office. There’s only one person who can distract him from Arima-worship, and she’s currently a mucus-y mess. “Do you have the flu?”

“I dunno,” mumbles Hairu. “I’m dying, Koori.”

“I’ll get a thermometer!” He dashes off, and Hirako exchanges a grin with Arima, who approaches her from behind.

“’Rima.” She smiles blearily.

“Please go home.”

“Nooooooo.” She juts out her lower lip.

“Here. I stole this from the lab. It was clean!” Ui shoves a thermometer in Hairu’s hands. “Is there something else I can do for you? Coffee? Tea? Soup?”

“Moo uh ee nish,” she says around the thermometer.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Hirako smirks.

“She said soup would be nice.” Ui snatches the thermometer from her mouth. “No, Hairu! You have a high fever!”

“Home.” Arima snaps his fingers and returns to his office. There will be no questions. She will rest.

“I’ll take you home.” Ui holds out his arms. “I’ll carry you.”

“Desperate,” Hirako mutters, but he doesn’t care, because Hairu’s in his arms, mumbling deliriously about how cute he is.

The next day, neither show up to work. When Arima and Hirako pay them a visit, they find both at Hairu’s place, curled up on the couch watching Disney through their sniffles.

Um, hello, hello! I read your guidelines and was wondering if I may ask for a scenario where after dinner together, Arima takes Kiyoko to a floral shop, at first she’s unsure why he chose the shop? He ends up proposing to her at the shop. After the initial surprise, Kiyoko makes a remark how the shop is fitting to select flowers for the future wedding bouquet! This ship is practically nonexistent save for a couple of fics I’ve seen, I’d be so happy to see your take on it!!

Oh my goodness, I’m learning so many new Arima ships. Of course you may ask! Bring it!

“Still sleepy?” Kiyoko grins at Arima. The evening sun filters through the streets of Tokyo, and she recognizes it as the type of scene Arima loves, the kind that helps him forget the gore of last night’s mission.

Arima laughs in response. Lat night she found him out of breath and disoriented. She know’s he’s dying, and still she enjoys his company. Kiyoko is stronger than all the Special Investigator men put together, and, to his endless delight, she knows it.

Kiyoko grabs his hands, and he knows the surprise in his pocket is right, even if he’s half in the grave.

“I have something to show you,” he murmurs.

“Lead on.” Kiyoko raises an eyebrow. There are no other men she’d follow without question.

He leads her to a small shop named Sakura’s. The perfume of roses and lilies nestles around them. There are tulips blooming on the floor and ivy crawling up the walls, and a fountain in the center.

Kiyoko chuckles. “It’s like the paradise I dreamed of as a girl.”

“Did you dream of any other paradise?”

Kiyoko turns around to see Arima down on one knee, holding out a sparkling diamond ring.

He doesn’t dare breathe. She should be smart and refuse, because there’s pain in the future. But not only pain, so still he hopes.

“Well, you are a smooth one, Kishou.” Kiyoko holds out her hand, and he dares to slip the ring on.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

“Thank you, you romantic nincompoop.” Kiyoko plants a kiss on his lips.

“Hurrah!” Hirako Take jumps out from behind the counter. Hairu’s behind him, snapping pictures, and Koori Ui holds champagne.

Kiyoko throws her head back and laughs. “Are you serious?”

“Too much?”

“I can’t have too much of you.” Kiyoko smiles slyly. “But since the owners clearly agreed to let you stage this, I think it’s only fair if we buy wedding flowers here.”

She’s so efficient. Arima marvels. “I can’t wait to see what you choose.”

With her, he believes the impossible. He believes life can begin even as if ends.

Arima encounters smol lonely Furuta in the Garden.

Do you hear the drips? Smol lonely Furuta melts my heart.

“I heard what you did.” Arima watched Souta closely. The kid kicks his legs back and forth, as if he’s on a swing instead of a brick wall.

Souta looks at the ground. “She needed to be free.”

“I know.”

Now Souta looks up at him. Arima agreed? Arima didn’t consider him a reprobate? Everyone treated him like a pariah since. Being whipped for an hour straight after her escape had been more tolerable than their constant disapproval.

It’s bad enough when Dad treats him this way. He didn’t expect it from everyone else.

At least he’s stopped crying himself to sleep. If they think he’s a scoundrel, he’ll be a scoundrel beyond their wildest imaginations. And every pain will be worth it when she reunites with him, as he promised her.

“I love her,” Souta told him. His eyes glitter, dark and proud. Washuu eyes.

Arima gingerly reaches out and pats his head. He knows childhood love is simple and easily broken. But for now, if it helps his half-brother survive more rejection, he’s happy for him.