Tag: irimi kaya

Koma buys Irimi a doberman puppy to mock her mask but she loves it. Bonus if the dog grows up and Koma is scared of it (sorry for being late, but i’m s h o o k)

I’m shook too. I’m dying of shook. Shooken to levels of hell I didn’t foresee. *falls to knees screaming ‘WHYYYYYYY’*

“Koma, what the hell is that?” Irimi Kaya knows exactly who put the wriggling, living box on her doorstep. “Get out from wherever you’re hiding.”

Koma peeks out of her shrubberies. “I saw it and thought of you.”

“Hmm.” Irimi eyes him and opens the box tentatively. 

A doberman leaps out to slurp her face.

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Irimi gasps, that soft little breath that Koma adores. “You didn’t.”

“Since you can’t wear your mask anymore, I thought it would be a decent substitute.” Koma smirks.

“Not a giveaway at all,” she agrees. 

He leans against her door, watching her snuggle the puppy. “Gotta admit, I’m a little disappointed you’re not offended.”

“I’ll only be offended if you don’t help care for Yoshimura,” Irimi snaps, holding out the puppy.

Koma’s eyes moisten. “Of course.”

After a year, however, when the puppy is full grown, Koma kinda fears it.

He knows its illogical. He’s a ghoul, for heaven’s sake. He can regenerate any lost tissue. 

But some nights he awakes with Irimi snuggled against his skin, and Yoshimura is eyeing him from the foot of their bed. Drooling with hunger. A ghoul’s hunger.

“Kaya,” he whispers, poking her awake.

“Heh?” Irimi blinks the dim room into focus. Yoshimura is indeed watching Koma with the suspicion of a CCG investigator. 

She suggests this to Koma, who has to laugh. 

“Yoshi, sleep,” Irimi calls, snapping her fingers. 

The dog settles down at Irimi’s feet. But its eyes remain fixed on the man in mommy’s bed. 

Irimi and Koma comfort each other during a lonely Christmas (Irimi and Koma anon is back!)

Yessssssssss. 

Irimi Kaya trudges into their small apartment, ignoring the gaggles of children singing Christmas songs behind them. She doesn’t feel hopeful today. The manager is dead, her old squad is dead, and she’s lonely.

“Hi there, Black Dog.” 

Irimi stops short. Koma Enji is there, along with a twinkling Christmas tree decorated with angels and lights, topped with an owl. 

“I don’t think that’s a typical tree topping,” Irimi says wryly.

“Seems fitting, though.” Koma rubs his hands together. “Now that we don’t have a shop to set this in.”

“Touka will have a place soon enough. I have faith in her.” Irimi smiles and steps closer to the tree. She breaths i the smell of fresh pine and life. 

“Feel a little better?” Koma steps closer to her.

“Yes.” Irimi cranes her neck to kiss him. “You really are the sweetest Devil Ape around.”

He’s the only Devil Ape around anymore, but that’s okay. Irimi treasures his kisses and loses herself to these brief moments of comfort.

Until, that is, she sees he’s hung mistletoe above them. “You fiend!”

“I was merely getting in the spirit. What say you we invite Yomo and Uta over and  manipulate them into standing here, eh?” Koma grins.

Irimi jumps on him. “After we’re done lovemaking.”

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. 

Koma and Irimi realize they want to be more than friends? xd

Oh my goodness I LOVE these two! You cannot convince me they aren’t lovers.

Koma Enji was accustomed to glaring at the black dog woman every shift at Anteiku. 

He was not, however, accustomed to flutters in his stomach. But as the months wear on, he begins to harbor his crush as his own silly secret. 

She’s his enemy. Well, a truced enemy, but an enemy all the same.

Irimi Kaya turns around after feeling Koma’s eyes on her again. Damn Ape. Can’t he be forward in something that matters for once? 

“Oh no!” A customer trips, and Irimi’s blouse is covered in coffee. 

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” Irimi says without anger. 

Koma doesn’t think much of it until he finds her scrubbing the shirt – which she is still wearing – later that evening. 

“You’ll never get the stains out that way.” He tries to joke. If they’re going to be coworkers, they better be able to joke. 

His stomach flutters again. 

“What’s it to you?”

“I know a trick.” Koma scrummages through their supplies. “Aha. White vinegar.” 

“Really?” Irimi frowns.

“Yup. Works every time.” He smiles proudly. “I spill coffee all the time.”

“I’ve noticed,” she says dryly. Humbled by his kindness, she continues. “I’m used to cleaning out bloodstains, not coffee stains.”

“To be honest, I just burned my bloody clothes.”

“No wonder you’re poor.” Irimi shakes her head, but she’s smiling. 

Half an hour later, she feels it’s now acceptable to be an open Devil Ape fan. “You’re a lifesaver. I can’t believe that worked. The stain is gone!”

If only they can remove the stain of their misdeeds. Koma recognizes the same heaviness in her eyes.

 “Do you think we deserve a clean slate?”

“Old man Yoshimura does,” Koma replies.

“But do we?” she presses.

“I didn’t even want one.”

“Me neither.” Irimi stares at the ground. “But I rather like it.”

“Me too.” Koma realizes that he rather likes her, too. 

“You look like you want to kiss me.” Irimi arches an eyebrow. 

“May I?” Darn it, no, he shouldn’t – but this woman is thoughtful and kind and patient –

She laughs. “Who’d have thought?” 

And then she kisses him. 

Upstairs, Yoshimura smiles and holds out his hand. Knowing he’s beat, Yomo forks over the money. 

So….. What about Happy drunk Naki having fun with Yamada (tsukiyama) after the wedding! They are good bros

Thank you thank you! Naki asks warm whatever’s left of my heart after the last few chapters.

“You chose the best blood wine, bro.” Naki throws his arm across Tsukiyama’s shoulders. “The best.”

“Thank you.” Tsukiyama feels giddy. He hasn’t been drunk in a while – well, since he snuck into Mirumo’s cabinet and tested every bottle and Matsumae discovered him throwing up on the floor when he was all of fifteen – but buzzed is always a nice feeling. 

“How’d you get to be so shmart?” Naki giggles. “I wish I was like you. Big bro would have liked you.”

No, Yamori would not have liked Tsukiyama, and Tsukiyama would not have liked the blood flecks on his immaculate suit, but that was then, and this is now.

“Are you happy, Naki?”

“Yesh!” Naki throws back his head and laughs. “Because with this – thish stuff – I feel like I can talk to Big Bro. And Miza.”

“Miza’s alive,” she calls over, sourly.

“And you!” Naki hugs Tsukiyama, who starts laughing. 

“Wait, have any of you played Never Have I Ever? We should,” Tsukiyama calls over the guests. Hinami declines, to his relief, and Nishiki is wrestling Yomo to bed, and Kaneki and Touka are off – well – Tsukiyama giggles.

Soon it’s just Miza, Naki, Koma, Irimi, and Tsukiyama playing. They discover that Naki’s a virgin, Miza wants to change that, Irimi has never killed anyone older than sixty, and Koma has also eaten himself to heal, much like Tsukiyama did after their lovely married couple let him have it. 

“Like old times!” Naki babbles, though to what old times he’s referring to, Tsukiyama has no idea. 

“To love!” Tsukiyama raises his glass.

“All the love here tonight.” Naki dissolves into giggles, and they all cheer.

He finally spills his wine over his white suit, and Koma leaps to his feet. “I win!”

Tsukiyama hands over money. “Damn, I was rooting for you, Naki.”

Naki just laughs, and soon they all do, too.