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.

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.

violently waves to Irimi/Koma anon

*will sell soul for happy asks*

*cue hacking sobs*

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.”

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.