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Uta x Reader "You have beautiful eyes."  You tell yourself you must have been a bit too tired to entirely comprehend those words.  You had only recently retreated from the sermon of your final class to sketch in the solitude of the sunset that rises above the lake behind your state University.  You were set on sparing some time from your typically busy schedule for your own recreation, at least before heading home for the night, by which time you'll be slaving over the many assignments that had been given to you in class.   You sit cross-legged on the wooden park bench directly in front of the lake.  You had r

Tsukiyama wishes nothing more than to enjoy his next meal. He always has had this point of view, and guesses that he'll continue to act like this. It was only natural. He never thinks too deep into it - whether he's oblivious or ignorant is unbeknownst to him. On nights when his heart throbs painfully, and chest feels as if it's imploding, he tries to fill himself with luxuries. Eat. Again, and again. It has to fill that gap in his heart, if food won't; what will? He's grateful as of late. A next meal is what he sees in them. The one with a scent incomparable to the ones he has come across so far. He takes it upon himself to befriend them,

"Naru-chan! Naru-chan!" The black cat continued to run away, enticed by something you couldn't see but your cat certainly did. He ran through the alley, jumping on top of a garbage can and then to the next one, before his soft paws padded silently on the ground, already at the other end of the alley as you still stood at the mouth. "Naru-chan!" you yelled after your cat. He disappeared around the corner, tail swishing merrily as he concentrated on catching whatever it was that had captured his attention. Huffing, you heaved your schoolbag onto your back, pulling at the straps to tighten them, to prevent it bouncing around on your back as

WARNING: trigger warning for anxiety and depression. listen to this and read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAPY9egTX0o You were crying. Heated, warm tears slowly dribbled down from your puffy eyes and fell down your cheeks, where they vanished into the stream of hot, steaming water. You only cried when you bathed, it was almost like a sadistic ritual for yourself. You did this for two reasons. Reason number one being you didn't like crying in front of Uta, because he would worry. Worry more then he should considering half the time you cried it wasn't for a particular reason. He always wants to help you but you always feel bad when there

Once again, it was that time of the year. Colorful assortments of lights decorated the outside of homes and businesses. Children chased each other, screaming and launching snowballs through the air. The streets were overcrowded with shoppers looking for the perfect last-minute gifts at the best prices possible. Cheerful holiday-themed music played throughout almost every store. Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the hol

The last months were very hard for you. The pain was terrible and you felt more scared with every morning. The days went so slowly by and all you could do were sitting on the coach in your living room. Mostly you were alone but sometimes your best friend came by. And today was such a day. The two of you were sitting before the TV watching the news. It was something about a ghoul like so often. Once again there were some dead bodies found. It will never end. The fight between the ghouls and the humans will go on forever. “Have you ever met one of them?” asked your best friend without looking at you. “No and I’m glad a

 “Jeez, that’s literally the only thing they do during break time! Idiots don’t know how to use their time wisely....” Touka frowned and continued cleaning cups and saucers as she rambled about the two boys to Irimi, who just smiled and shifted her gaze towards them. Kaneki and [M/N] were standing at one of the tables, facing each other as they talked about God knows what. They had cups of steaming coffee in their hands, smiling and taking small sips of the hot beverage as the other talked. Kaneki was scratching his chin nervously as [M/N] broke out in a quiet snicker, obviously humored by something the dark-haired ma

"Don't," (M/N) murmurs. A blanket is draped around his body, shielding him from the atmosphere. His nose is a faint red, along with his cheeks and his forehead, although he insists that he's okay. Uta gives him a glance, ignoring the cheap show on TV, and when he's sure that (M/N)'s not paying attention, he moves closer. (M/N) reaches up, brushing a stray strand of (h/c) hair away from his eyes. He looks over then, noticing the lack of distance between himself and the other male, and frowns. "I said don't," he repeats. A few days ago, (M/N) had gotted sick. A terrible cold had found its way into his lungs, resulting in watery eyes, an ach

"Daddy?" "Hm?" You watched him working, curiousity shining in your eyes. There was something so fascinating about the way your father worked. He would hunch over in his stool, stooping over his desk that was littered with carving tools and squares of leather and sketch sheets. There was a cup on the table, painted with "#1 Dad" and decorated with (f/c) (favourite animals). It was last years Father's Day gift, which you'd given him so he could hold his pencils in. But he had so many that they spilled out of their holder and across the table top. "Why are you so pretty?" Uta blinked owlishly at you, face impassive. But his black sclera an

Having a good yawn, you plopped your head down on the working table at the HySy ArtMask Studio and you continued to watch Uta creating a new mask with tired eyes. Truth be told, you were sleepy. Very sleepy. But even though your body cried out for you to finally get some sleep, you just wouldn't get up, walk home and go to bed. Instead, you remained seated on a chair at the mask shop, despite being barely able to stay awake. A few days ago, you'd finally got a copy of a movie you badly wanted to watch and after pestering Uta for half an eternity, telling him over and over again how boring it would be to watch the DVD all alone, the tattooed