Based on what you said, can you do something where Furuta makes out with a guy at a bar but then afterwards mentally punishes himself for it?

Content note: homophobia.

What are you scared of?

Furuta grinds his teeth as he stumbles home, like he’s drunk, and he wishes he was but he isn’t.

His earnest face, those overly large green eyes, and those pale pink lips, leaning oh-so-close to Furuta. Not a trace of makeup, and a collared shirt like he’d gone straight to the bar from work.

“Nothing,” Furuta told him, pretending to sip his beer. Really, he’s looking for a girl, any girl who reminds him of Rize, so he can fuck her and pretend she’s Rize.

Everyone here is scared of something.

Furuta struggles with the lock to his apartment. As soon as he’s inside, he slams his fist into the wall.

“Then, idiots like you.”

Why? Aren’t you here to drown your sorrows in alcohol and women? The young man sipped his soda. You’re too young for that.

Furuta snorts. He’s young, yes, but for his kind, he’s getting old. He’s plenty old enough for waste. “Why are you here?”

The young man shrugs. “Looking for love.”

Furuta forces himself to eat the rotten rice in his refrigerator, the rotten rice that would even make a human vomit. Just to get the taste of his lips off his tongue.

Furuta shoved him outside, into the alley, which was bathed in moonlight. He bit his lips, which tasted like salt and aftershave.

The man’s arms frantically grab Furuta’s shoulders as he pushes his tongue into Furuta’s mouth, like he is eager to know him, like he is free.

And Furuta feels lost in possibilities, in a new idea, in the idea of spending his life with this gentle man.

Furuta gags into his toilet bowl.

“Wait!” cries the man at last, pushing Furuta back. “It’s wrong – I don’t even know your name!”

He looks beautiful, and hopeful, and yet –

and yet –

Furuta’s name is his undoing.

“I have many.” Furuta steps back. If he does this, he’ll be a pariah like Matsuri. He’s not like Matsuri, not at all.

If he does this, he’ll be stained forever, unable to live the normal life that’s impossible anyways.

“I can’t do this.”

“But -”

“I hate you!” Furuta sounds like a child as he spins around to flee home.

Furuta stares at his bloodshot eyes in his mirror as he cleans the vomit off his shirt.

What are you scared of?

Myself.

Approximately with how many people do you think Furuta has had sex with? And do you think it is possible that he is attracted to both females and males? As Souta he did say that good looking men are fine too after all,but he also called Matsuri homo.Also Furuta’s mannerisms and his body language is a bit queer like? You could say he is clownish or just childish instead but still…

😉

Hehe…

How many? I don’t know, but double-digits probably. I headcanon that he’s drowned his sorrows over Rize in cheap sex. Though, probably due to his mother’s situation, he has never paid for sex because he does want them to want him.

I do think Furuta has, at the very least, flirted with men and finds them attractive. So I’d like to think he’s bisexual. As for ‘homo,’ I suspect he’s so caught in his toxic masculinity that he is either in complete denial, or more likely, hates himself after flirting or physical encounters.

I don’t think Furuta really meant what he said to Kaneki about Rize. He was not waiting for her or expecting anything from her.He decided to keep her close and eventually use her because Rize was doomed anyways with so many people after her. Her fate would had been a tragedy anyways because her lack of discretion. She took her privilege of freedom for granted and didn’t used it in the best way possible.That is why Furuta was mad at her.And not bc she didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

Hmm, I personally do think he was mad she didn’t appreciate his sacrifice, and canonically, he was distraught that he would never be able to marry her. Whether this turned into “i hate Rize for not loving me back” is up for personal interpretation, I suppose.

I agree with the rest of your statement though – Furuta’s motives for kidnapping her were probably more complex than simply revenge (Lol when is Furuta ever simple). He almost certainly realized she was doomed due to her lack of self-control, so he decided to use her instead of letting his father have her.

Which is…cool morally gray motivation, but still wrong. Because despite her actions, Rize is not at fault for how the Washuus acted. And Furuta could have, you know, tried to intervene again. Tried to find some alternative that didn’t involve imprisoning, starving, and harvesting her for his plan. 😦

Thank you for your thoughts! I like this theory a lot. ❤

Furuta with a ghoul journalist s/o (she’s similar to Rize in some ways eg hair, face, kagune) who somehow finds out about the garden and confronts him?

Yes please.

Furuta comes home to find his s/o vomiting in their bathroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant,” he jokes, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her small shoulders. Her eggplant hair is an identical color to Sizes, though always kept in an elaborate side-braid.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” she replies tightly.

“Huh?”

His s/o whirls around. “I’m vomiting because – because I’m just a replacement for Rize to you, aren’t I?”

“Who? Are you sure you’re sane right now?” Furuta holds up his hands even as his heart races. He laughs nervously. She knows, she knows – he doesn’t know how but she fucking knows.

“You sicken me,” she tells him, tears in her eyes. “I’ve followed you around and around – you and your family. I knew the truth had to be bad – with ghouls leading the CCG – but rape? I thought it was too easy to make you fall for me – turns out the joke was on me, right? Because I’m your replacement for Rize.”

“I never raped anyone – I’m trying to stop my family!” he whispers. His eyes are wide. And he’s shriveling into himself.

“Oh, and forcing a ghoul to breed kakuhous is so much more moral, right? You’re a monster,” she shoots back.

“Aren’t all ghouls?” he asks flatly.

Her voice comes out soft, broken. “I didn’t think you were.”

“I’m the worst of all. Just wait until I tell you what I’ve done to Rize now,” he says impulsively. He slams the bathroom door shut, locking them in together. Kill me. Do it. If it’s already ruined, why not go down in flames?

Or force me to kill you. Because he really doesn’t want to hurt her, and that bothers him.

She holds up her hands. Her strong voice re-emerges. “One: stop trying to make me hate you, because I’m dangerously close to that right now. Two: Rize’s been freed and is recovering in the hands of Goat and Kaneki Ken. How else did you think I found out what she looked like?”

Furuta gapes at her.

“Guess you can’t attack them now.” She shrugs and slumps to the floor. “I don’t…I’ve always thought I knew the worst of you. I even learned about Rize a long time ago. And tried to save her, but today, when I finally succeeded, when I finally saw her…it just seems like a joke, Souta.”

Furuta’s mouth dries at her use of his secret name. The name he only told her recently.

“So you’ve been working with Goat this whole time?” Furuta isn’t sure if he admires or hates her.

“Yeah. I guess we played each other, hmm.” She glances up at him and extends her hand. His gloved fingers intertwine with hers as he sits besides her, still shocked.

“I had to free her, for her sake. And also for yours. I don’t want this on your conscience.”

“Joke’s on you, because I don’t have one.” He snorts.

“Then why are you sitting here with me?” She sniffles. “I…do you think I am sickened because I hate you? Do you think I betrayed you because I hate you? I did it all because I do love you, even if I was just a joke to you. It hurts, that’s all.”

Furuta remembers the moments spent rolling around under his Bureau Director desk, the kisses outside Helter Skelter, the wink she used to first catch his attention. “I don’t think I can love anyone other than Rize.”

“Wanna try?”She gives him a stern look. “If that was love, it was also corrupted hate.”

He’s silent.

“Your emotional provocations indicate I might not be just a replacement to you after all,” she tries again.

“I can’t love,” he blurts out. He shakes. “I can’t – dammit, dammit, fuck!”

“We’ll find a way. A way forward. Starting with the appointment you have to speak with Kaneki Ken tomorrow, in the 24th Ward.” She holds out her hand.

A small smile grows on Furuta’s face despite himself. And perhaps, a small hope grows inside him.

He reaches for her clumsily, and, like a child, holds her tight against his chest.

“By the way,” she whispers, wiping her eyes, “I am actually pregnant.”

Isn’t Furuta just an incel?

BLASPHEMY! RAWR!

Kidding, kidding. Thank you for the ask!

In short: No, because no one is really just anything.

Incel may be part of Furuta’s character, but there’s a lot more, too. He can’t be dismissed and boiled down to just anything.

On the technical side: Furuta’s a misogynist for sure, given his actions towards Eto, Ami, and Rize. But does he fit the definition of incel?

I believe ‘incel’ means a man who blames his involuntary celibacy on women, even claiming that women’s rejection is the cause of their violent behavior. As for Furuta:

A. His celibacy is unknown (though he does date Ami, and he has many fans…).

B. More importantly, when he’s literally dying, Furuta says his violent, appalling actions were caused by his desire to destroy his corrupt family, the Washuus, not because he’s mad women won’t sleep with him.

He’s only angry one woman won’t return his affections him. I honestly don’t know if this makes him an incel or not.

Still, that’s the technicalities of your ask. The spirit of your ask is more ‘Furuta lashes out because he’s mad he didn’t get the girl he wanted and that’s creepy and misogynistic’ and, well, yeah, you right.

Furuta’s behavior towards Rize reeks of jealousy and toxic masculinity. He’s bitter that she doesn’t remember him, even though he claims he sacrificed a lot to free her (given the flashbacks towards the end, I suspect this means his father’s affection?).

He is jealous of her dating others, and he admits he’s terrified that she’ll get pregnant by someone other than him. And then, he turns around and captures her, turning her into another tool to destroy the Washuus.

This is terrible and cruel and, yes, misogynistic.

But misogyny is not his primary motivation: razing the ghoul/human societal dynamic is. Furuta’s dying claim is that, even before Rize, he had decided to destroy everything. He wants to destroy his family, his family who has a literal rape garden, his family who breeds kids who can only live ¼ to 1/3 of a normal lifespan, his ghoul family who convinces humans that ghouls are the enemy, all while they devour the corpses of the humans who die fighting for them.

He does horrific things – child soldiers, extracting Rize’s kakuhou, etc. – to achieve this, in addition to horrific things that don’t move his plan forward, like Ami. I’m not trying to downplay his actions.

But I don’t think misogyny is his primary motivation. Like every person, Furuta is complex, motivated by many things – grief, revenge, hatred, even justice. (One of the brilliant things about TG is that the main, overarching antagonists – Arima, Eto, and Furuta – as well as our main protagonist, Kaneki, all have the exact same goal of ending their cruel society).

With Furuta, I personally admire him for recognizing how wrong everything is and fighting back. He even seems to recognize that his actions are appalling and morally unjustified, given how he trolls Ui over ethics and basically forces the corruption the CCG covered up to the surface, until they have to see themselves as hypocrites.

And, tbh, after a lifetime of abuse from his own misogynistic family, it’s not hard to see why he became a misogynist and chose such a cruel option.

Still, his sins are not excusable – see Kaneki, who was also abused, albeit differently, and yet didn’t blame Rize or willingly hurt others (so long as there were other options, that is).

But, yeah. All that to say, I don’t think Furuta is ‘just’ anything. He’s morally gray, like all the characters in TG.

He’s pitiable.

He’s charismatic.

He’s a brilliant strategist.

He’s depressed and lonely.

He’s brutal.

He’s a liar.

And yes, he’s a misogynist.

I’m sure many readers hate him and I completely understand why. But I also understand why people love him. That’s what happens when you have such a well-written, complex character.

As for me, he’s my favorite character in all literature. 😛

Who was Ami? I can’t remember her but she’s always mentioned in correlation with furuta

This is Ami:

She’s a human who was cut/censored out of the anime, and never mentioned after the Gourmet Arc in the manga.

She’s involved in Furuta’s first appearance in the manga (other than his off-screen pushing of the beams). Basically, she is one of the two other ‘guests’ to the Ghoul Restaurant besides Kaneki (the other is a food critic).

She was lured here by her fiancé: Souta the Clown.

Basically, Souta/Furuta had promised to marry her, while feeding her tons of food (see any Rize parallels?), leading to her gaining weight. He then turns her over to the restaurant as a cruel, nauseating joke.

Kaneki tries to defend her, but unfortunately, Ami is also pretty ruthless and attempts to sacrifice Kaneki (again, see Rize parallels?). She’s also apparently a former track star, but despite her speed, she’s caught and killed.

I’m still mad at Furuta for that, though it’s funny how I went from feeling pure vile hatred for him, to intense love for his character. 😛

How do you think Fruit-chan lost his virginity? (•̀⌄•́)

– I suspect…he stayed a virgin for quite a while. He was waiting for Rize, you see.

– once he realized Rize was dating other young men, and seemed to have forgotten him, he probably went straight to a club and seduced a random woman. A rash act of petty vengeance.

– He then probably explored his sexuality in a variety of ways, many of which were probably not healthy. Many more ways were not kind, to himself or his partner (see: Ami).

– Frankly I see him using sex to cope.

– I do not, however, think he would ever visit a prostitute or a brothel. Too many similarities to the garden.

Can I ask for some Furuta cuddling HC? I absolutely love your blog <3

I absolutely love *you*. ❤

– Furuta is a surprisingly needy cuddler. He pulls you close, squeezes you until breathing is difficult, and buries his face in your shoulder.

– Still, due to his drive to maintain his clownish persona, Furuta will never initiate cuddling. You must.

– Furuta sings “love attack!” whenever you grab him for a cuddle session.

– On a few occasions, Furuta may bury his head in your chest instead. This will inevitably give way to more…nsfw actions.

– Furuta buries his face in your shoulder partially to feel close to you, partially to cover up how his eyes mist over upon being held.

– Furuta most needs cuddles in the middle of the night. He’ll dream of the garden or the dreams he’s given up, and wake up unwilling to sleep again. Cuddles at these times are most appreciated, though he’ll never wake you for them.

WAT?! ITORI LOVED UTA ALL THIS TIME BUT WE ONLY LEARN OF THIS NOW?! wtf. being a clown is suffering. and all of them went back to their lives just like that? so, it didn’t matter how much damage the clowns caused in the end??? BRING BACK MAH BOI FURUTA TO THIS RESSURECTION PARTY AS WELL THEN. I’M STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT HIM.

YOU KNOW NICO DID NOT LET HER GIRL ITORI SUFFER ALONE.

(shhhhh, Furuta didn’t die, what are you talking about? I’m right here).

Can I pretty please have an angst NSFW scenario with furuta and his s/o? Or just an angst scenario is really up to you! <3

Furuta frowns as he opens the door to the small apartment he shares with his s/o. His secret. The one he doesn’t trust even the clowns to know about.

The apartment is dark and silent. Unusual.

“Kichimura. Nimura,” says his s/o’s voice from behind him. “Souta.”

He starts at the secret name. But when he turns to face them, he forces a little laugh through his lips. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“You think this is a joke?” They hold out a box and dump its contents on the floor. When they flick on the lights, Furuta’s taunts dry up.

Washuu family records. Photos. Letters.

His s/o knows everything.

He glares at them. “How did you get this?”

They laugh. They laugh in a hopeless, despairing manner – the same way Furuta has always laughed.

He originally sought them out because their laugh was full of life.

He’s too perturbed to move as they fall over onto their bed, laughing into the bedspread.

“I guess we played each other,” they finally say, wiping their eyes. They hold out a badge, then.

Private Investigator.

Furuta glowers at them. They’ve been fooling him this whole time?

“I was hired by the family of a woman named Ami. To track down her disappearance. Who knew I’d track down far more than that. Rape gardens. Ghouls and humans interbreeding. Advanced aging. Corruption at the highest levels.” Their voice is flat.

They know everything. Furuta can’t swing this any other way. They’re too smart; they’ll see through his lies. He ought to have chosen a dumb s/o, but no, he had to choose the intelligent, sassy one.

“What do you want to do?” Furuta forces his voice to come out smooth, as if his only lifeline isn’t decomposing.

“I was caught retrieving this information. In the Washuu mansion. By your father, no less.” They tilt their head.

Furuta sees red. Even if his s/o ruins his life, or tries to, he can’t – he can’t bear the thought of his father so much as looking upon them. If Tsuneyoshi laid a finger on them –

“He’s horrible.” They open their eyes to look at Furuta again. “So, what do I want to do, Souta? I don’t know. I just know…I want you to hold me.”

Furuta is confused.

“Your actions are un-atonable. That doesn’t mean I want to hurt you, or don’t see where you came from.” They blink back tears.

He slides onto he bed beside them, wraps his arms around their waist, buries his mouth in their neck. “Does this mean you love me anyways?”

“I don’t know what to do. Ami’s family deserves closure.” They gasp as Furuta’s hands slide up to pinch their nipple.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“So are you.” They turn their hungry face to him and push him flat against the mattress. Their fingers tear off the buttons to his shirt.

“ I don’t know what love is,” Furuta admits. He’ll take the first plunge.

“But you love me.” His S/O tugs on his pants.

“That’s good,” they whisper as Furuta pushes inside them. “I love you no matter what.”

And in the middle of sex, as their bodies rock in rhythm, Furuta looks up at heir teary eyes and feels, for a moment, normal.