Itori deserves the world.
Touka sidles up to Itori. Renji and Uta are snarking off to each other as usual, as Itori sits at the cafe counter with a dreamy expression on her face.
Touka leans in Itori’s ear. “You should just ask him if he’s a virgin.”
Itori turns her gaze to Touka. “Touka-chan, what are you talking about?”
“You love Uta, right? That’s how I got Kaneki.” Touka wiggles her eyebrows as she pats her protruding stomach.
Itori is never one to feel abashed, but – Touka? Touka, whom she met when Touka was still a child? “Eh…Um…”
Itori clears her throat. “I know damn well he isn’t.”
“Ask.” Touka pouts. “Don’t upset a pregnant lady.”
“When did you get manipulative, you subtle-as-a-sledgehammer ghoul?” Itori sticks out her tongue. But she does rise and sidle up to Uta.
What the hell, right?
She drapes an arm around his shoulders. “Hey, Uta-kun, are you a virgin?”
“Wait…” Uta looks confused, and Renji apoplectic. Fortunately for Itori, Touka guides her uncle away with a satisfied smirk on her face.
“Why are you asking that, and didn’t you catch me with -”
“Shut up.” Itori presses her lips against his.
Uta’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. “I see. So that’s how it is.”
He nearly tackles her in a full-mouth kiss. “How long have you been waiting to tell me?”
“Probably half as long as you, Uta!” Touka calls over.
He chuckles. “Maybe.”
“Really?” Itori grins.
“Really.” Uta spins Itori around and kisses her again.