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.

Hirako tries to parent Shio, Yusa, and Rikai. Preferably with angst and fluff. Please write this before one of them dies my heart can’t take what I fear is coming.

Okay, none of the kids are allowed to die.

“Rikai, why are you crying?” Hirako is tired and parenting is the last thing on his list of desired.

The good news, as Arima reminded him, is that all the Squad 0 kids had such piss-poor parenting anything he fails at will still look good by comparison.

But Hirako doesn’t want to look good by comparison. He wants to be good.

“B – because I’m having a bad memory,” sniffles Rikai.

“Well.” Hirako settles next to Rikai, his hand on her shoulder. “It’s in the past, but sometimes it helps to talk about it. You want to?”

“We’re getting older.” Rikai clutches his hand instead of answering the question. She can’t divulge her memories, not yet. “We’re gonna die before everyone else. And I don’t want to – I don’t want to die!”

She covers her face and sobs.

Shio is crying, too. “We’re supposed to be brave.”

“Bravery,” says Hirako softly, “means facing your fears. You know, I’m scared of dying, too.”

“You are?” Yusa gapes at him.

“Yes. And then I have to ask myself why.” Hirako shrugs. “And I’m afraid because I want my life to be worthwhile.”

“We like your life!” cries Shio.

“I know, and I’d say y life is worth it with you kids in it.”

Rikai coughs. “You mean – we’re not a burden?”

“Are you sure?” Yusa asks.

“Of course. I wouldn’t trade you all for the world.” Hirako grabs the kids and pulls them tight.

He doesn’t know how they’ll fix the aging issue, but they will. These kids deserve the world they’re fighting for.

omgg, Tsukiyama cuddling alone with Hirako’s dog? <3

Omgggggg yasssss

At night, Tsukiyama sneaks out of his room into Hirako Take’s. The former investigator is on guard duty, and the kids are sleeping, so now it’s just him and Mr. Owl.

Mr. Owl is Hirako’s Shiba Inu.

Mr. Owl is the dog Tsukiyama always begged Mirumo for, but Mirumo didn’t think his son was responsible enough. He probably wasn’t.

“I love you,” coos Tsukiyama, rubbing the dog behind its ears. “Good boy.”

He takes a scrap of his own dinner and holds it out. There’s only one reason Tsukiyama Shuu would turn up food, and it’s a dog.

Mr. Owl seems to like human, just like his namesake. Tsukiyama grins and wraps his arms around the soft creature again.

People say ghouls are evil, but he’d never eat a dog.

Mr. Owl climbs atop Tsukiyama, showering the Gourmet with kisses. “Who’s a good boy? You are, that’s right. Mr. Owl deserves special food for a special doggo.”

Shio sits up and squints in the dark. “What are you doing?”

Tsukiyama laughs. “Turning your dog into a ghoul.”

Hsiao cooks for Saiko, but the other Quinx at the Chateau involve themselves uninvited. Urie pines for Mutsuki while Hsiao pines for Saiko.

Hsaio crawls out of bed reckoning she should have just stayed up. All the Quinx will be up before dawn, and she needs to be ready.

She heard Saiko crying about Mamman last night, and since Hsaio isn’t good with words, she wants to comfort Saiko with actions. Actions that result in food, to be exact.

On her laptop are recipes for green tea bread and chocolate chip pancakes. Saiko likes sweets, even though Urie frowns on them.

Hsaio rummages through their kitchen cabinets, hoping no one wakes up. She’s not a good cook, because she’d rather spend her patience on the field than in the kitchen, but she can be anything for Saiko.

“Mmm? Hsaio?” Tooru Mutsuki trudges into the kitchen, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Oh!” Hsaio’s cheeks turn pink. “Saiko was sad last night, so I wanted to cheer her up. With food.”

Mutsuki smiles. “That’s a good way to cheer her up.” He comes over to study the recipes on her laptop. “Want help?”

Hsaio brightens. “Yes, please!”

She appreciates Mutsuki. She never fit in with the other Garden kids – she was too quiet and liked the girls instead of the guys. Liked like she likes Saiko. Like Urie likes Mutsuki.

“Hey.” Hsaio has an idea. “Get Urie down here. Maybe we’ll sneak sugar into that boy yet.”

“He’s sweet once you get to know him,” Mutsuki murmurs, as if he’s not even aware of Urie’s feelings. But he’s pulling out his phone and calling Urie upstairs, so Hsaio has hope for them yet.

“What’s going on?” Urie barrels into the kitchen, dragging a tousled Aura and boxers-only Higemaru. “Where’s Saiko?!”

“Uh. We’re cooking to make Saiko happy.” Mutsuki shoves a bowl at Aura. “Get to it.”

Hsaio sighs. “Well, I guess we’re all helping now.”

“Higa. Put some clothes on.” Urie turns bright red.

He makes sure to stand right next to Mucchan, who’s carefully sifting flour. When Mutsuki smiles at him, all he wants is to kiss him.

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Saiko awakens to the delicous aroma of baked goods wafting in her nose. Has Christmas come early?

She scrambles downstairs in her warm pajamas, afraid she’d forgot a meeting.

“Happy Saiko Day!” cheer the Quinx from the kitchen.

“Huh?”

“We love you and wanted to make you feel appreciated.” Hsaio’s face is scarlet. Those words hit too close to home.

Saiko throws her arms around Aura. She works her way down the line of Quinxes before she leaves a kiss on Hsaio’s cheek. “Thank you. I love you, too.”

Scenario where Ui confesses his feeling to Hairu and her reaction.

*rubs hands together with glee*

Ui closes the door to the copy room. Hairu’s humming at the printer, which seems to be jammed again, but that hasn’t dampened her mood. Hairu’s not commonly annoyed by the little things, and that’s one of the reasons he loves her.

Speaking of love, that’s why he’s here. Alone. With her.

His heart beats fast as she looks up and smiles at him. “Koori!”

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“What are you doing?” Arima Kishou stares at the sight of Hirako Take crouched at the copy room entrance, ear pressed against the closed door. Ihei Shio is giggling, Arima Yusa is trying to shhh him, and Souza Rikai has slid some sort of wire under the door.

Hirako turns bright red.

“Ui’s confessing to Hairu,” hisses Shio. “C’mon.”

And so Arima finds himself engaged in the childhood shenanigans he never had time for, as he presses his ear to the door for snippets of young love.

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“Hi.” Ui waves. His other arm has a rose behind his back. A pink rose to match her hair.

“Hi.” She waves back. “We’re out of colored ink. It’s so sad!”

“Your hair is colorful enough,” he jokes.

Hairu gasps. “Did you just – just make a joke?”

Ui flushes. “Maybe.”

“You’re so cute, Koori!” She dances over to him and kisses his cheek.

“H-hairu, I have to tell you something.” His voice is now a squeak. His eyes are glassy and unfocused and he’s quite possibly more terrified than he has been in battle.

Hairu’s eyes grow. “What’s wrong? Koori, you can tell me anything.”

“I – I – I…” He fumbles for the words stuck in his throat. As a last ditch effort, he holds out the rose.

Hairu pales.

And then an avalanche falls. “I think you’re beautiful and happy and kind and sexy and the world is better for you in it and I love you and I’ve loved you for a long time but been too afraid to say anything -”

Hairu tackles him in a hug. “You’re the cutest thing ever!”

“Huh?” The thorns prick his flesh.

“No!” she gasps, taking the rose. “Bad rose! Don’t hurt Koori!”

She looks into his eyes, smiling so brightly he really should wear sunglasses.

“I’ve never had someone love me before.”

“You have, you just didn’t know,” he croaks. His heart pounds. Why isn’t this easier?

“Why aren’t you smiling? I love you, too, silly!” Hairu tugs his lips into a smile. “Are we dating now?”

“Yes, if you’d like to.” Ui’s eyes fill with tears.

“Yay!” Hairu twirls him around. “This makes fighting the stupid printer worth it!”

“I tell you, it’s worse than a ghoul,” Ui says.

“You made a second joke! I’m so good for you.” Hairu kisses him, because aren’t people supposed to kiss when they’re in love?

Ui nearly falls over, but he hangs on to her – or her lips, really. She tastes like melons and bubblegum, and he can’t get enough.

The door falls open.

Ui shrieks, but Hairu just blushes and keeps on smiling.

“Congratulations,” Hirako says. Shio waves from his position on a cramped pyramid of Yusa and Rikai.

Arima stands behind them and holds his thumb up.

Hairu glows even more.

Shirazu is tormented by thoughts of his family so Saiko takes him out to cheer him up. Shiraiko feels appreciated (dead ship? nah. ghost ship.)

Gimme all the Shiraiko; it’s undead just like he will be hahahahaha sob

Saiko can tell that Shirazu is having one of those evenings.

The evenings where he paces around in his room, shows zero interest in Urie’s workouts, and if she listens really intently at his door, she can hear him cry and whisper prayers to every God he’s heard of.

This calls for a Saiko-intervention. At the very least, she can cheer him with her tits.

Saiko pushes open the door. “Shiragin?”

“Wh-what?” He stumbles to his feet, pretending he wasn’t just clicking through photos of his dying sister and crying.

“Your eyes are red,” she tells him, puffing up her chest. “C’mon. Let’s blow this joint.”

“I don’t smoke.” He looks horribly offended.

Saiko rolls her eyes. “It’s an expression, Shiragin! Let’s get out of this house for a bit.”

She grabs his hand and pulls him past Haise’s room, where Sensei is undoubtedly reading, downstairs, past Mutsuki counting Urie’s sit-ups and out the door. “We’re getting ice cream!”

“Did you see anything?” Shirazu asks quietly as she drags them into a store. He knows it’s futile to suggest that fatty ice cream will hinder their efforts.

“No, I didn’t see you crying.”

“Saiko!”

“Hold on.” Saiko digs out a full pint of chocolate and pays for it. “Let’s go to the park.”

“And eat the whole thing?” He goggles at her.

“Don’t tell Urie. It’s what girls do when they’re upset, and I think we’re better for it.” She plops down on the grass and holds out a spoon. She doesn’t even have the dignity to sit on a bench.

Shirazu gingerly takes the spoon and settles besides her.

“You know it’s okay to show your softer emotions, too? Silly man.” Saiko taps his nose, smearing chocolate on it.

“I’m scared,” he admits.

“Me too.” She leans her head on his shoulder. “Guess that’s why we got each other, then.”

Scenario where Hairu has nightmares about the Garden and calls Ui up in the middle of the night.

It’s a well-kept secret that Koori Ui both loves and needs his beauty sleep.

So when his phone rings in the middle of the night, it had better be another Owl Operation, or something of that magnitude.

But to his surprise, it’s Ihei Hairu, not Arima.

“Hairu? What’s wrong? Have the Quinx eaten someone yet?”

She has to laugh. “Koori! No, I just …”

“Just what?” He can hear her sniffling.

“I just had a nightmare and I needed to talk to someone, and I thought of you – Arima’s too scary to wake at night…”

She called him instead of Arima! Ui scrambles out of bed. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

He walked her home a few hours ago, so even in the dark early morning streets, Ui knows his way.

He arrives in his pajamas and his overcoat, and Hairu has to burst out laughing again. This is why she called her Koori.

She tugs him in and begins crying again.

“What’s wrong?” All this for a dream? No, he can’t believe it.

“I grew up in a weird place,” she says tentatively.

“The dream?”

“For real. I just dreamt I was back there.” Hairu wraps her arms around herself and looks very, very sad. “They were hitting my mom and saying she was too old, and someone pulled me away, and I never saw her again – and I just – I wish I’d been older and stronger. Like Arima.”

Ui barely breathes. Just what sort of hellhole was she raised in? He’s sick. “Hairu, it wasn’t your fault. Ethically, even, you were a kid.”

She blinks back tears. “I kinda wanted you to condemn me.”

“I can’t, because there’s nothing condemnable.” There’s so much more Ui wants to ask her, but he doesn’t want to upset her further. “Do you want coffee? A hug?”

“A hug would be nice.”

He wraps his arms around her, and she leans her head on his chest. They have a big raid on the Tsukiyama’s coming up this week, after all. “If I try to sleep again, can you stay?”

“If you’re okay with that.” This is the closest Ui’s ever been to a woman, and this one is precious to him.

Her light, fluttering heartbeat against his heavy thuds feels so right.