comes out of crying corner You know there’s a possibility Hairu might have appeared in a panel this chapter? The crouching person with a black hood resembles her calendar page which pretty much confirmed her revival. Ishida’s most likely gonna cliffhanger the shit out of that panel and not reveal who it is for who knows how long, so maybe you’d like to give us an angsty Uihai reunion scenario? goes back to crying corner

*crawls out of tokyo ghoul hell/crying pit* Ishida? Cliffhanger? -___-

*slithers back into tokyo ghoul hell/crying pit to wail about Hairu some more*

Come to TG hell; our tears have extinguished all the flames.

Hairu clamps one hand over her kakugan eye and makes her way into the 24th Ward tunnels. She can smell flesh – but no – she’s human, she’s mostly human, she won’t give in.

But she can also smell Furuta, and she’d like to sink her teeth – no, a sword – into him.

A scene of carnage awaits her. Blood, entrails, children who are just husks swallowed by that dragon kagune.

Hairu sniffles and ventures further.

She screams. Shio – and Rikai – headless bodies –

She could eat the bodies.

No! Hairu slaps herself. Shio! Shio, her cousin! How could CCG do this?

She follows the blood to the smell of Furuta and – cigarettes.

Hairu peeks around the corner to see a dejected Furuta, Ui leaning on Hirako, and Yusa’s tear-streaked face.

Ui’s not sure who screamed first, Furuta or Yusa.

But what he does know is that Hairu is screaming right back.

“Who killed Shio?” she growls.

“Hajime. He was twelve.” Furuta shrugs.

Hairu leaps at Furuta. Her teeth snap – no, wait –

“What did you do to me? Why did you do this?” she howls, backing away to kneel before them all.

“Hairu!” Ui launches himself at her. She looks up – and his heart stops at one kakugan. “A quinx?”

“No, a half-ghoul,” Hairu snarls. “Ui, did you – you knew about this?”

“I – it was the only way. I needed you back,” he pleads.

“Was this worth it?!”

Ui’s face crumbles. How can he be truthful without making her feel worse? “Y – yes.”

“No. The answer is no.” Hairu sobs.

Yusa wraps an arm around her. Ui’s too scared to dare.

“Ui, I don’t know if this is Kanou or dragon. But i know they didn’t do anything that wasn’t already in our blood,” Yusa says. “Right, Furuta?”

Furuta winces.

“What do you mean?” Ui looks scared.

“We’re all half-ghouls. Deemed ‘failed experiments,’ more human than ghoul,” Hirako says stiffly.

“No!” Ui looks into Hairu’s pooling kalgan, into Yusa’s sorrowful face, into Furuta’s face which bears just the slightest flicker of shame.

Ui recoils. “What is this?”

“The Washuus,” Furuta mumbles.

“Arima, too.” Hirako eyes Ui. This spoiled brat better be nice to Hairu real quick.

Ui stutters. “I – I don’t – it can’t – ”

“Just kill me!” Hairu cries suddenly. “I’m hungry, Ui. I’m going to have to eat people. Kill me.”

“But I want you alive.” Ui begins to cry. He holds out his forearm. “You can eat me if you like.”

Hairu sobs. “I don’t wanna eat you, Koori.”

Ui wraps her in a hug. “I want you alive, ghoul and all. Just – please – someone -tell me what’s happening?”

“Furuta’s good at stories, let’s let him tell.” Yusa scowls.

“Tell or we’ll feed you to her,” Hirako snaps.

Hairu shakes her head. “I don’t even want to eat him.”

“It’s not like I taste bad!” Furuta snaps back. He pauses and unscrews a vial. “Here. Rc cells. Concentrated. They help.”

Hairu gasps and, for once, Ui wonders if he shouldn’t regret following Furuta.

But no. He does. He has to.

But he has Hairu, too. He looks around the cavern left by dragon. He has to survive and live with this, just as Hairu will.

I’ve seen the daddy kink is quite popular in this fandom, so what if Hairu started calling Ui like this but it’s too much to handle for ui boi

Oh dear.

“Can you put these papers on Arima’s desk?” Ui smiles at his girlfriend.

“Okay, Daddy.” She kisses him before dancing away.

Ui wheezes. What? Huh?

Laughter sounds from across the room. Furuta Nimura can’t stand properly. Hirako is bright red.

“Why’d she call him Daddy?” Shio’s eyes are even wider than normal.

“Let’s go practice!” Hirako waves the Squad Zero children away.

“Hairu,” Ui hisses when she returns. “You can’t call me that.”

“Why, Daddy?” Hairu smirks.

Ui’s certain he’s going to melt into a puddle on the floor. Gurgles come out of his mouth. Sweat runs down his forehead.

Hairu draws him closer. “Why don’t you be my daddy tonight, hmm?”

A crash catches both their attention. Furuta whistles innocently as he steps aside to show Arima, who’s dropped IXA and his jaw to the floor.

Uihai nsfw

Keeping with the theme of today (apparently), we’ll call this Uihai’s first time. 😉

“Ui, you’re the sweetest.” Hairu laughs at the melon buns in his hand.

It’s after midnight, but he knows she’s been stressed about the Rose investigation lately, and so he’s shown up on her doorstep tonight after she sent him a text asking for T-Human or Valium.

“Sweets for someone sweet?” Ui suggests.

Hairu gasps. “You are precious!”

“Not really. It was a bad joke.”

“The best jokes are bad.” Hairu points at him. “Now come in and enjoy melon buns with me.”

Hairu brews coffee, though she seems energetic as ever.

“Do you ever get tired?” Ui asks with a small smile.

“I’m exhausted now. But you excite me.”

Ui’s cheeks turn crimson. He squeezes his eyes shut.

“What?” Hairu pauses. “Oh!”

When Ui opens his eyes, he sees her face hovering inches before his. “Do I excite you? Hmm?”

“I – uh – Hairu – ethics -”

“Ethics have to involve love, right?” Hairu smiles.

Love.

She said love.

Ui hurls himself into her arms. He kisses her with an intensity he’s never imagined before. He wants to drown in her.

Hairu has never been kissed before. But now she feels her body changing in ways she’s only read about, and she can only think to guide his hand to her chest so he can feel it, too.

He pauses their kiss to listen to her beating heart. “You’re beautiful.”

I have a heart. I’m a human, not a ghoul. Hairu wiggles herself against Ui, and his breath catches.

“Do you have condoms?”

Ui chokes. “I – no?”

“I do.” Hairu grimaces. “Left over from my roommate’s stash before she moved out. But I imagine we can help ourselves. If – I mean, do you want to?”

She wants all of him. She can’t waste another moment. She loves Ui, and she loves that he loves her.

“I do.” Ui pushes back his ethics demons, and allows Hairu to draw him into her bedroom.

Soon they’re tangled together, and she’s giggling and he’s astonished at his happiness.

When he finishes, Hairu cries. “That was the most beautiful thing ever, Ui.”

In the Garden, sex was reproduction. She dreamt of fairy tale love and sex as making love, but she’d never imagined that could be her reality.

“No, you’re the most beautiful thing ever,” Ui protests, and she draws him close for another kiss.

Shio introduces Masanori to memes.

“Masanori!” Ihei Shio waves his nephew over.

“Is today the day?” The kid quivers with excitement.

“It is,” Rikai intones.

“Masanori, today you begin your training.” Yusa hands a phone to Shio.

“Gaze upon it,” sings Shio, holding the pink-coated device out to Masanori.

Masanori frantically types into the phone. Finally he holds up a image.

“Not bad, not bad,” Shio says merrily. “But watch this!”

“This is Uncle Fruit,” Yusa adds.

Some time later, Uncle Hajime strolls in alongside Ui and Hairu.

“LOOK I MADE YOU INTO A MEME!”

Masanori races over to shove his meme in Hajime’s face.

Hajime subconsciously pats his cute face. “At least I’m cuter than that thing.”

“Shio, you didn’t.” Ui is not prepared for this day.

Hairu is ready.

“Hairu, no!” Ui cries. She winks in response.

Masanori grins. “I made us into a meme, too!”

Ui is almost too terrified to look, but when he does, he’s surprised at the tears that prick his eyes.

Baby Masanori’s first trip to the park keeps his parents on their feet.

“Tweet-tweet!” Masanori wriggles out of Hairu’s arms and races for the bird. It squeaks and flies off.

“Masanori, be careful,” calls Ui.

“I’m careful.” Masanori giggles and hurries over to the fountain.

“Shit,” Hairu mumbles to Ui, just as their child tumbles into the water.

Luckily, the water isn’t deep. Ui fishes Masanori out.

“It’s wet.” Masanori grins and hugs Ui. “Now you’re wet, too.”

“I am indeed,” Ui says dryly.

“Can you take me on the slide?” Masanori points over to the playground.

“Yes!” Hairu grabs him by the hand. “Hold onto me now.”

She helps Masanori climb to the top.

“I want to go in your lap.” Masanori’s eyes are wide.

“Okay.” Hairu sits him down. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Wheeee!” Hairu shoves off, and they slide to the bottom, where Ui’s open arms are waiting to catch his son.

Hairu cares for an armless Ui and comes to love him.

Uikin Skywalker, eh, Nonny-Mouse? This turned out more angsty than anticipated. Oops.

“You didn’t tell me.” Hairu gapes at Ui. “You never told me!”

“I’m sorry,” Ui whispers, clutching his chest with his remaining arm.

“You lost your arm because you let Shio and Rikai die,” Hairu hisses.

She recalls how she threw her arms around him the moment she awoke from her death sleep, the moment she’d seen her beloved friend missing his arm. She recalls how she sobbed over Arima, and how Ui’d held her with his one arm and cried, too. How he’d mourned Squad Zero with her, shared her frustrations over Hirako’s treachery.

And now she doesn’t know who the real traitor is.

Hirako struck Ui to avenge their kids. Shio and Rikai.

Hairu wants to avenge them, too.

She kicks Ui between his thighs. “How could you?! They were children!”

Ui doubles over, retching. “I wouldn’t have hurt them!”

“But you didn’t stop Hajime from killing them. You might as well have,” she cries. “I – I – do you know how decapitation feels, Ui?”

He shakes his head.

“It’s momentous, but it’s a moment of sheer disbelief. You die while everything’s surreal. You don’t even have one moment to say goodbye.” Hairu wipes her eyes. “I don’t want that for anyone ever again. Not even ghouls.”

Ui’s sobbing now. “I miss them, too. H – hairu, I did it for you. I followed Furuta to get you back, b-because I loved you. I still do.”

“You love me?” Hairu wipes her eyes. She’s come to realize over the weeks of seizing her new life that she, too, loves her partner. “I love you too, but I would have rather you kept me dead than kill children.”

“I don’t know the right choice. Did there even have to be one? I’ve never known,” Ui confesses. “Never. You – you’re right to hate me.”

At least she’s alive.

“I know.” Hairu kneels before him. She runs her hands through his black bob. “I don’t want to waste my life on revenge or hate. I don’t live long, Ui, anyways. Why waste it hating the man I love?”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry I kicked you in the balls. I won’t ever do that again.” Hairu’s eyes swim. “I have shitty secrets, too, if you’ll listen.”

“I will,” UI promises.

“They’ll hurt you more.”

“I can take it.”

She kisses his nose. “We can take it.”

Masanori and 0 squad kids attempt to make a cake for Uihai day :)

“All right, you all. Listen up.” Shio leans forward. “We’re baking a funfetti cake for Uihai day.”

Masanori adores the day between his parent’s birthday. His parents are so sweet to each other and get presents for him, too. “Yesssss.”

“I brought all the colors of the rainbow.” Rikai holds up half a dozen tubes of frosting.

“I brought the mix.” Yusa hols up a box.

Shio pouts. “We should bake from scratch.”

“Shio, we’ll burn the house down and then have to explain to Ui and Hairu why their son is dead,” Yusa replies.

“What does dead mean?” Masanori squints.

Shio giggles. “Eh – ask your parents.”

“Not cool! I thought you were the fun uncle!”

Shio gasps. “My heart! No!”

“Tell him.” Rikai makes her way to the kitchen.

“Dead just means you’re not on earth anymore…you’re in heaven where there’s cake all the time and no one ever gets tired,” Shio says, hugging Masanori.

“Okay.” Satisfied, Masanori races after Rikai. Yusa just shakes his head.

When Ui and Hairu return, their apartment smells like burnt sugar.

“Masanori? Shio?” calls Hairu as she opens the door.

“Surprise!” yell four voices.

Masanori wears a virtual kakuja of rainbow frosting, and the Zero Squad children are equally smeared with icing.

Hairu laughs. “Well, well.”

“We baked you a cake!” squeaks Masanori.

“Well, Yusa insisted on taking it over. That was probably a good idea,” admits Shio.

“Then you, what, had a frosting fight?” Ui asks, hands on his hips. Their entire kitchen looks like a thousand Kanekis were released in it.

“Precisely,” Shio says happily.

Masanori beckons Ui down. He wipes green icing on the tip of Daddy’s nose.

“Now you’re one of us.” Shio nods. “No one can escape the icing.”

“I’ll be a ghoul for a moment, then.” Hairu uses her mouth to eat the icing off Ui’s nose. “See, all better.”

masanori wondering why hairu has a dakimakura of ui

“Mommy, why did you turn Daddy into a big pillow?” Masanori’s eyes are enormous.

“Huh?” Hairu turns around. “Oh, Masanori. That’s not Daddy. That’s my cuddle pillow that looks like Daddy for whenever I’m away.”

“Oh.” Masanori holds out his hands. “Can I hug it?”

“Yes.” Hairu hands him the pillow.

Masanori squeezes it. “It doesn’t hug back as well.”

“No, Daddy’s hugs are the best,” Hairu agrees.

“So are yours.”

Hairu grabs Masanori and lifts him on her hip. “Like this?”

She kisses his forehead.

“Yeah, like that.” Masanori leans over so Hairu nearly drops him. “Gotta get Daddy.”

Ui walks in to see Hairu, Masanori, and the his dakimakura enjoying a group hug.

Masanori’s Trick or treating adventure!

“Look at me, Daddy!”

Masanori twirls around, showing off his black bobbed wig. “I’m YOU! Uncle Uta helped me.”

“You look just like Daddy,” Hairu says with a grin. She’s Rapunzel, and Ui is Flynn Rider.

“Yay!” Masanori claps his hands.

Ui is too happy to speak, so he hugs his child instead. “Now, be safe out there.”

“I will!” Masanori hurries outside to join the other GOAT children.

“Trick or treat!” Masanori first rings Touka and Kaneki’s door.

“Yes?” Touka, dressed like a fortune teller, falls back. “It’s a CCG investigator! AHHHHH!”

Masanori giggles. “No, it’s just Masanori!”

Kaneki, having been forced into a purple dragon costume, hands Masanori sugar tubes.

“Thank you!” Masanori skips to Ayato and Hinami’s next.

“Rawr!” Ayato is dressed like a pirate; Hinami, a yellow parrot. They hand Masanori chocolate.

Naki is Frankenstein and Miza his bride.

“Oo-oooooh.” Miza zombie walks towards the children, and they shriek.

“What tasty children!” Pennywise Itori greets them next, with angel Yomo and devil Uta behind her.

“Watch out, I’ll use my quinque,” teases Masanori. “Wait, Uncle Yomo, are those your ukaku wings.”

“With some help from Uta,” Yomo says uncomfortably.

Nishiki is dressed as a spider and Kimi a butterfly, connected by a web, and they hand out homemade cupcakes to thrill the children.

The Quinx mansion is next, and Saiko greets them as Gintoki. Hsaio as a ninja and Shirazu as a shark appear behind her, followed by Aura as perhaps a ghost – a white sheet, as any rate – and Higemaru as some monster of his own devising. Urie and Mutsuki join as Cookie Monster and a cat, respectively.

Cinderella Yoriko and Prince Charming Takeomi hand out more baked goods, and then it’s on to the Tsukiyama’s.

Chie as a bat hangs in a tree, snapping as many pictures as she can.

“Greetings, mortals!” Tsukiyama thrusts open his front door, dressed in rich wizarding robes. Kanae as an elf holds up ring pops.

Arima opens his door, mortified. He’s dressed as a black goat, and sexy witch Eto looks all too pleased with herself.

The children plod over to Hirako’s, where the three Musketeers pretend to attack as a giant Shiba hands them Kit-kats. Hajime appears to chase off the Musketeers, complete as Superman.

Kurona as a vampire and Seidou as a greek god provide Masanori with his favorite gift yet: caramel, the sticky stuff Mommy and Daddy don’t often buy after he smeared it across the entire kitchen.

An enormous version of Maris Stella answers the door at Akira and Amon’s, and the Suzuya Squad as Robin Hood and his merry men – including Hanbee as Maid Marion – swoop in to deliver Skittles.

When Masanori turns around, he sees all the parents gathered. “All right, off to our last stop.”

“Where?” Masanori asks.

“You don’t think your other uncle would miss this, do you?” Hairu asks lightly.

The adults are still wary as they enter the jail. But their reserve soon gives way to laughter when Haise Sasaki greets Kaneki in Furuta’s voice. “Hi, me! We look cute today!”

“I hate you,” Kaneki says.

“I love us,” says Haise. He showers the children with chocolate, and Masanori thinks himself the luckiest kid alive.

Hairu wants to wear matching animal pajama-one pieces with Ui

“Ui, do you like flamingos?”

Ui looks up with a frown. “Huh?”

“Look!” Thrilled with her latest purchase, Hairu holds up two flannel pajama sets garishly painted with flamingos. “Aren’t they perfect?”

“For me?”

“No, Arima. Yes, you.” Hairu puts her hands on her hips.

Ui chuckles. “I kinda want to see Arima in these.”

“Me too, but I want to see you more, if you catch my drift.” Hairu lowers her voice.

“In pajamas or without?”

“I want to take them off you,” she says slyly.

“I’d expect no less.” Ui draws her close to him. The pajamas are ridiculous, it’s true, but he actually loves the idea of a matching set. He loves how much life she brings into his existence.

“These are really soft,” he says, surprised, once they’ve changed.

“Perfect for cuddles.” Hairu tackle Ui onto their bed.

He giggles. “They match your hair.”

She sticks out her tongue. “You see me in everything, don’t you?”

“I do,” he replies, lifting his face to meet her lips.