Would you be willing to write a scenario with Hirako x Arima. I’m shocked that no Hirarima exists yet. :,( nsfw would be awesome if you are okay with it. Maybe Arima has a bucket list and Hirako is helping him tick this off or maybe it just happens since Hirako is the only outsider Arima seems to trust… ?

Huh, wow, I too have never heard of this ship. Gotta say, it’s not without its appeal.

“Sleep well?”

Arima doesn’t even dignify Hirako’s question with a response. Surely Hirako can see the dark circles under his eyes. Time will catch up to Arima before the ghouls do.

“You wanna talk?” Hirako sits in front of Arima. “I – I realize I’m your subordinate, but …”

“Coffee would be nice,” Arima says.

Hirako nods and stands, but his fists clench. He turns for the office door, but instead of leaving, spins back around. “Why did you entrust me if you don’t trust me?!”

Arima blinks.

“I believe you. I know what your family is. All I want is to help you and help these kids so they don’t die like Hairu. I just – I don’t understand why you’re shutting me out.” Hirako steps closer. “You’re dying. That’s the time to let people in, not shove them away.”

Arima closes his eyes.

Hirako kneels before him. “I know you’ve always shoved them away. But I – I think you deserve more than you allow yourself. You’re not perfect, but you deserve friendship. And I’m your friend.”

It’s almost like Hirako loves him. Arima realizes, with a start, that such an idea feels like a wild dream…but not an unpleasant one.

“Thank you, Hirako,” he manages.

Hirako stands, disappointed again.

“Wait.” Arima swallows. He might as well let out another big secret. “You know why I told you all that.”

Hirako’s eyes widen. “Yes.”

“Then you know why I shut you out.”

“And I told you, I don’t care.” Realizing that Arima knows – and shoes – his own secret, Hirako bends down and brushes his lips against Arima’s.

I’m a failed ghoul. I’m dying.

But with Hirako, he feels whole. He kisses him back.

Kaneki will be free soon. He’ll be the King. He’ll need Hirako.

But for now, Arima needs Hirako.

“Is this okay?”

He can feel Hirako’s hands wandering, and he returns the favor. The sensation of being touched – being loved – is overwhelming. He groans.

Hirako gasps as Arima instinctually moves his hips. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Arima flushes, realizing he was counting on dying a virgin. Maybe, he can experience sex.

But he wants Hirako even more than experience, and that’s why he continues. “Should we lock the door?”

“Lest they catch us.” Hirako snickers and obliges.

Arima allows Hirako to lay him down on the floor. “Please, love me.”

“I already do.” Hirako begins unbuttoning his pants.

They don’t emerge from Arima’s office for two hours.

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.”

Scenario: Uncle Shio

Coming right up, Nonny-Mouse. I love that kid!

Side note: Shio’s nephew Masanori is featured extensively in @hamliet’s fanfic “The (Mis)Adventures of GOAT.” I’m, er, borrowing her character (with permission) for this!

“Where is he?” Shio bursts in the door to the hospital room where Hairu and Ui and their child are staying. “My nephew!”

Hirako dashes up behind him, flanked by Rikai and Yusa.

“Can he be our nephew, too?” Rikai asks.

“No! He’s an Ihei!” Shio crosses his arms as he flounces towards the bed.

“His name is Masanori,” Hairu says with pride. “Masanori Kishou Ui.”

“He has your hair!” Shio takes the bundle so quickly Ui nearly has a panic attack. He rubs the pink fuzz on the baby’s head and giggles. “I’m gonna be the best uncle ever, aren’t I, Hirako?”

“Undoubtedly,” Hirako says, exchanging a smirk with Ui.

“I love him. He’s perfect.” Shio kisses the baby’s nose. It whimpers.

“What does that mean?” Shio asks nervously.

“I don’t know!” Ui looks at Hairu, his face white.

“It means he’s dreaming,” Hairu says with a sleepy smile.

“Hopefully he’s dreaming of the future. When his best Uncle gives him the most fantastic playdate he’ll ever have.” Shio is clearly planning this, years in advance.

“Love you, Masanori.” Shio reluctantly hands the baby back to Hairu.

He saves his questions for after they leave the hospital. “Hirako, how did Hairu and Ui make a baby?”

Ui finds out about the Garden whilst Hairu, Arima, and Furuta are still alive.

~~kill me~~

Ui was drinking coffee when hell came.

Hell, in the form of hundreds of mailed pictures. Pictures that seem to show Ihei Hairu and Hsaio Ching-Li as children, being cared for by none other than a teenaged Arima Kishou. Others show Nimura Furuta playing tag with a pretty purple-haired girl, and fetuses in test tubes.

Others show the Washuu clan leader, Tsuneyoshi, having children with women half his age. Even he can see the fear in their eyes, behind their kakugans.

The room spins. Ui wants to vomit.

He hears sobbing behind him, and sees a suspiciously calm Hirako embracing Rikai, Shio, and Yusa.

“All of you, too?” Ui rasps.

“Don’t hurt them!” Hirako shoves them behind him.

“What!” Ui would never hurt a child. “Where’s Hairu? Where’s Arima?”

“We need to get them to his office before CCG thinks they need to be exterminated,” Hirako said grimly. “Come on.”

Ui takes Shio’s hand, because he doesn’t know what else to do, but helping kids seems a good idea.

When they open the office door, Arima sits sullen at his desk, Hairu is crying in the center, and Hsaio leans against the wall, her face ashen.

“Shio!” She opens her arms, and her relative falls into them.

“Arima!” Yusa hurls himself over the desk.

“Are we gonna die?” Rikai asks Hirako, who’s busy locking the door.

“No,” Ui assures him.

“You sure?” Nimura Furuta stands in the corner, as far from everyone as he can.

He wants to say yes, of course, you’re our allies. But he feels betrayed himself, and he knows them.

“I won’t let them hurt you.” Hairu lifts her head defiantly.

And it’s her spark that propels Ui forward.

Yes, they’re ghouls. Everyone he loves is a ghoul.They’ve always been ghouls. And yet, their love has been real.

How can this be? Ui doesn’t know the right action, but he knows hugging Hairu isn’t wrong.

“Ui – I – I can explain -”

She’s beautiful. Arima is practically a god. They’re part ghoul.

His worldview is crashing, and he loves it.

“I’m gonna help you. You’ll be safe.” All he regrets is not being someone they could trust before.

Speaking of trust.

“Wait!” His eyes narrow at Furuta, who is slowly inching towards the door. “Sasaki mentioned seeing you at the post office yesterday.”

“Yes?” squeaks the raven-haired boy.

In an instant, Arima is dangling him off the ground.

“Let me go!” whines Furuta. His tone turns panicked. “Please!”

Arima drops him to the ground. “Why?”

Furuta pouts.

Hsaio comes over to glare at him. “Why?”

“Fun?”

“Your vengeance is myopic at best,” Arima tells him. He squats before the young man. “You know, you’re not the only one with a plan. A plan you just threw into danger.”

“A plan?” Furuta’s eyes widen, like he dares to hope that maybe he won’t have to be evil. No, I have to be.

“I have no idea, but if it’s your plan, and if it keeps all of you safe, I’m game.” Ui nods. “Even you, Fruit.”

Hairu smiles at him through her long lashes. And especially you.

Hirako brings his dog into Goat’s headquarters pre-raid. Shio, Rikai, and Yusa must care for it. Bonus if Hajime appears.

“Here we go, Mr. Owl.” Hirako tugs on the leash and can’t resist using his high-pitched baby-voice. “I know you don’t like underground, but there are people who need you here.”

Kaneki, meanwhile, is too busy conversing with Tsukiyama to notice their four-legged arrival. But then Shio streaks by screaming “PUPPER!”, and Rikai and Yusa nearly trample the Centipede and the Gourmet.

“The hell?” Tsukiyama straightens up, running a hand through his hair. “Oh – oh my!”

For now the children are being children, cuddling a fluffy Shiba Inu.

“It’s so cute!” Tsukiyama launches himself at the dog.

“Thank you, Hirako,” sobs Shio. “I love Mr. Owl. He makes me happy.”

“You named your dog Mr. Owl?” Kaneki chokes.

Hirako flushes. “Guilty.”

“It loves me!” Rikai’s face is covered in slobber, and she’s 100% okay with this.

“Look, Shio, it’s Ui!” Yusa pinches the dog’s cheeks like Hairu used to do for Ui.

Kaneki bursts out laughing. It’s the first time in a while they’ve had anything to smile about.

In the distance, Hajime peers out his cell door. Is the king laughing?

Oh. He’s seen Hirako’s puppy before.

He used to have one like it.

He misses it.

For a second, he imagines giving up his mission to be loved by this dog.

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.