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Wooing

Deviation Actions

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Ayato Kirishima x Fem!Reader
(Tokyo Ghoul)
Warnings: Long. Profanity. Gore. A bit crack-ish?



[A Simple Four Step Process to Wooing a Girl]
                              ft. Ayato Kirishima



"You arrogant jerk!"

"Oi, chill the fuck out. Did mother nature come—"

"Finish that sentence and I will gauge out your eyes."

"...I'll take that as a yes."

"You're absolutely unbelievable. Get out!"

With that, the scrawny, 15 year old teenager was promptly kicked out of the room. He stared in disbelief as the angry girl shot him one last glare before slamming the door shut with a loud BANG. He shoved his hands into his pockets, a scowl marring his face.

He paused for a moment.

"You still have to go on the mission with me!"

The reply was immediate.

"Fuck off!"

Ayato 'hmph'ed, grumbling angrily to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Eto and Tatara staring at him. Well, Tatara was staring at him. Eto was bent over, clutching her stomach in laughter.

He glowered at them. "What the fuck do you want?"

"You're hopeless," Eto told him in between her giggles.

Ayato twitched, and unconsciously his eyes began to bleed red and black. Tatara gave him a warning look, but he ignored it, instead leveling a furious glare at the unfazed girl. Eto finally straightened, but her arms still clutched her sides and Ayato could hear the soft snickers coming from her. She tilted her head slightly, her maroon hood flopping to the side.

"You know tormenting her isn't going to get you anywhere, right?" she asked in amusement.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ayato replied flatly.

"Alright, alright," she let out another snort of laughter, "well, if you ever decide to stop being in denial, I'd recommend you find out what makes a good boyfriend."

Ayato flushed, neatly avoiding Tatara's knowing gaze and Eto's teasing one.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he repeated stubbornly, fixing his gaze at the wall next to him.

He swore he saw it crack slightly under the weight of his forceful glare.

Then he blinked. Her words registered in his mind. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "And I'll have you know that I know exactly what makes a 'good boyfriend', dumbass."

Eto hummed lightly, and Ayato didn't need to look under her bandages to know that she was giving him a disbelieving look. He rolled his eyes and stalked away before she could respond, not wanting to deal with them and their stupid assumptions anymore.

...even if said assumptions may have—may have!—held some merit.

He growled obscenities under his breath.

It wasn't even like it was his fault!

It was already rare enough to find people strong enough to hold their own in Aogiri, but to find someone who was mentally and physically strong enough to hold their own against him? That in and of itself was pretty impressive, as much as Ayato was reluctant to admit. Plus, [Name] was quite smart, witty, attractive, and not to mention adorable when she was flustered—

He swore.

Loudly.

When the fuck did he become such a sap?

...he blamed [Name].

He stalked into his room, throwing himself down onto the ratty mattress, brain still running at a mile a minute.

So what? he thought angrily. So what if she was really one in a million and that he might hold some tiny, minuscule, absolutely microscopic crush on her?

It wasn't like his heart started racing whenever he caught even the slightest glimpse of her, and it definitely didn't matter if he found his breath catching every time he saw such fiery emotions in those beautiful [color] orbs of hers, and it most certainly meant nothing when he found himself unconsciously looking out for her during the dangerous missions they'd been set on together, which he totally had nothing to do with. (pftt.)

Nah, none of that was relevant.

Still collapsed on top his bed, Ayato flung out a hand, groping blindly at the side table next to it. He grabbed the small phone he'd been talked into buying (incidentally, by [Name]) and stared at it blankly for a few moments.

In retrospect, fifty years from now or so, he'd look back upon this single moment and wonder what the fuck was going on in his mind. But at this current moment in time, Ayato was a childish, bratty teenager who had no idea how to deal with a crush, and he was desperate to learn how to.

So, he turned it on, pulled up the internet, and googled how to get a girl to like him.

Clicking on the first promising title, Ayato allowed a small smirk to settle on his lips.

He'd get her.

He'd definitely get her.

After all, this was the internet we're talking about.

What could possibly go wrong?



[1]



Look neat. First off, always keep yourself well groomed and in shape. If you want to get a woman to like you, basic cleanliness and appearance are extremely important. Girls notice things like bad breath, flab, body odor and greasy hair before they notice that winning personality. Give them a chance to see your good qualities by making a good first impression with your appearance.

Ayato stared down at the sheet of paper he'd scrawled his notes on. Well, he certainly had no problem with staying in shape, and he was fortunate to be gifted with a clear and unblemished complexion. But 'cleanliness'...?

He glanced up at the barber shop he was currently standing in front of.

He returned his gaze to the paper.

Up.

Down.

He sighed.

Burying the last remnants of his pride, he steeled his nerves and marched into the shop. Immediately upon his arrival, he was greeted by a chipper, bubbly voice.

"Hello and welcome! What can we do for you today?"

Ayato scowled, an embarrassed flush painting his features. "I'm in a barber shop. What do you think I want?"

The employee didn't seem fazed by his hostile tone, and instead led him over to an empty seat.

"How would you like your hair done?"

Ayato blinked. To be quite honest, he hadn't even thought of that. He just wanted to 'look neat', as was advised by the internet.

"Whatever you think is best," he finally said lamely.

3 long hours, 2 thorough washes, and 1 haircut later, Ayato emerged from the barber shop with clean and (relatively) neat hair for the first time in a long, long time. He raised a hand to rake through his freshly cut hair, feeling the dark, still damp tendrils curl around his fingers as he ran them through the locks. It still had the same messy quality he had sported before the makeover, but apparently it was more 'stylishly scruffy' now.

If he were to be completely honest, he didn't think he looked all that different. His hair was still in basically the same style as it had been that morning. There was just... less of it. And now, instead of being shiny with greasiness, the naturally dark luster glinted lightly in the sun.

But it seemed he was the only one who thought so.

It seemed that as soon as he stepped into Aogiri headquarters, every single head had turned to gape at him.

Of course, that was quickly remedied when he shot them all warning glares. His hair may have changed, but that didn't mean he was any less of a dangerous or violent teenager who honestly had much more power than was probably good for him.

As he made his way through HQ, he spied of the tell-tale shade of [color] out of the corner of his eye, and his eyes immediately zeroed in on it, tracing how a few strands of her hair had slipped out over her lowered maroon hood. 

"Oi, [Name]."

Immediately, he saw her shoulders tense, and he watched as she whipped around, a scowl already forming on her face.

"What do you want Kirishima— oh!"

Ayato smirked in satisfaction as her eyes widened, her gaze unconsciously sweeping across his features. Little did he know, that little smirk of his only added to his sudden boyishly attractive charm; but what he did see was the blush that had painted itself across her cheeks. That smirk only widened when her eyes trailed over the rest of his figure, as if realizing for the very first time what he actually looked like.

Amazing what a simple haircut could do.

"Get your ass ready. We're heading out in an hour."

And with that, he turned on his heel and strode away, satisfaction blooming in his chest as she just dumbly stared after him, murmuring a shocked affirmative.



---



You yelped as you were roughly thrown to the side.

Winded, you blinked rapidly to clear your spotty vision, pushing yourself up from your collapsed position to lean heavily against the wall. Your eyes blearily focused on the figure standing a few meters ahead of you, back turned and kagune bared protectively. A little farther out, you managed to discern a torn and mutilated body, the white coat it adorned stained a blackish-red.

"Be more careful next time." The order was harshly given, and you winced.

It was your carelessness that had led to such a situation, after all.

"Understood," you muttered, pushing away from the support of the wall to stand shakily on your own.

You began looking over your wounds, prodding at one of the cuts marring your body and hissing in slight pain as you realized it was deeper than you originally thought.

The sound of bones snapping and flesh tearing pulled you out of your thoughts. You watched in bemusement as your partner tore off the arm of the CCG inspector before striding over to you, offering it with a pointed look.

"Eat. You need as much as you can get to hurry up and heal."

Slight irritation flicked inside of you at his demanding tone, but you accepted the proffered limb and began to eat anyways. Even if Ayato was being a jerk about it, he (unfortunately) had a point. You weren't going to get anywhere with your current wounds, and it was already dangerous to be lingering after such a brutal fight.

Scarfing down the last of the arm, you chucked the remains away and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grimacing as redness smeared across your skin.

If there was anything you hated, it was messiness. You supposed it was quite ironic, considering your current occupation, but you took personal hygiene quite seriously.

It was part of the reason why you couldn't stand the male currently standing next to you.

While you did your best to wash away the stench of rotting human entrails after every mission, Ayato would just carelessly dump his dirty clothes after he'd changed. Not to mention, you took quite a bit of pride in your shiny, bouncy [color] tresses, whereas Ayato left his uncut and uncleaned.

So imagine your surprise when he had walked in earlier that day, hair stylishly cut and cleaned.

It was truly amazing what such a simple change could do.

Your gaze unconsciously trailed over to Ayato, who had left your side to patrol the surrounding area. You honestly couldn't help it. Your gaze would always somehow find its way back to his feathery (had it always looked so soft?), blue-black hair. In fact, it was actually the reason for your current predicament in the first place. So distracted were you by his hair (and your attempts to stop being distracted by his hair) that you were completely taken by surprise when the CCG investigator attacked.

Thankfully, Ayato was one of Aogiri's executives for a reason.

Why he would want to pair up with a lowly grunt like yourself was beyond your comprehension, but you supposed it had worked out in your favor this time.

You frowned slightly when you saw a few flecks of crusty blood dotting his previously beautiful locks. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"Hey, Kirishima."

The male in question paused in his scouting, tossing you a questioning look.

"...yeah?"

"...wash your hair when we get back, okay?"



[2]



Have a nice personality. A good looking man is always one of the first things to catch a woman's eye. However, a girl can just as easily be turned away by a bad attitude as she can be attracted to good lucks. A sound character is the key to a long-lasting relationship. After all, there is a reason why helpful, caring, and compassionate gentlemen are always in high demand in the feminine world.

Ayato glared down at the notebook in front of him.

After the success of the 'first trial' yesterday, he'd ended up doing more research and writing down all of the 'top-rated' pieces of advice he could find.

Well, after actually going through and reading exactly what he had written instead of blindly copying them down, he realized that those 'pieces of advice' were really actually pieces of shit. Who the fuck actually went out with guys for their personality? He may not have been the most educated person on the planet, but didn't girls usually fall for the douchebags? The assholes?

But then again, he was both.

And look at how far he'd gotten.

He reread the paper in front of him. Once. Twice. Three times.

He narrowed his eyes in thought. Well, last time, the stupid 'look neat' advice had actually worked out rather well. He smirked to himself as he recalled how flustered [Name] had been after she'd practically begged him to wash his hair last night. When he'd finally baited her into telling her why it mattered so much, he recalled with crystal clarity the blush staining her cheeks as she reluctantly mumbled that he looked good with clean hair.

Needless to say, his hair was very well-kept now.

In fact, he realized he had thought that 'being neat' was stupid the first time he considered it as well. But as much as he was loathed to admit it, it had worked far better than anything he had thought of, or anything that he'd probably ever think of.

Perhaps it was time to give the Internet another shot.



---



You sighed in relief as you straightened out of your crouched position.

Muscles aching from the strain of scrubbing away the crusty blood on the floor, you stretched and let out a soft sound of satisfaction as your stiff joints popped. You were currently going about your daily orders, and today it so happened to be cleaning up after Yamori. You felt a jolt of sympathy for the unlucky fool that the sadistic man had managed to get his hands on, but you supposed your pity didn't really matter considering the poor sucker was no longer even living.

You regarded the now (relatively) clean floor. It was acceptable.

Well, enough so that you wouldn't get kicked into a wall.

However, your own maroon cloak was stained with dirty water and bloody residues, and the wet spots would occasionally stick to your side, making you shiver in disgust.

You resisted the urge to just take it off and go about the rest of your chores without it, but you knew that if any of the high-ups caught you without your standard uniform on, you'd probably get a long, boring lecture (that might be accompanied by a beating, if it was one male in particular) on the importance of staying in uniform.

With no other choice, you sucked it up and hoisted the heavy bucket full of reddish-brown water and made your way out of the building to dump it.

On your way, you caught a glimpse of that feathery blue-black hair that'd you'd found yourself obsessed with lately.

Surprisingly, Ayato didn't seem to have seen you yet, which was quite unusual since the male always seemed to have a 6th sense for picking you out to torment you. Instead, he was looking at a small notebook, a small frown creasing his forehead.

Immediately, your curiosity was piqued.

You had no idea that Ayato even knew how to read, considering how much he hated being even remotely similar to humans.

You absently wondered if it was worth the risk to go over there and 'investigate'.

However, you were so immersed in your own conflicting thoughts that you weren't watching your feet. A sharp gasp tore itself from your throat as the tip of your toe caught on a stray crack in the floor, and the momentum of the heavy bucket in your hands lurching forward sent you tumbling down.

You let out a short cry of pain as your knees hit the hard floor with a harsh crack, the bucket full of dirty water spilling as it crashed to the ground. The commotion snapped Ayato out of his own reverie, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his eyes focusing on your figure, narrowing dangerously.

What you didn't see, however, was the brief flash of concern and worry once he realized it was you.

You stared in horror at the mess you'd made, and you timidly glanced up at the executive making his way over to you.

"I-I'm so sorry," you managed to whisper, your normal sarcasm and confidence with the male completely gone. You tried to push yourself in your feet, but as soon as you put even the slightest bit of pressure on your legs, they gave out under you and you found yourself collapsing onto the floor in pain once more.

"Clutz much?"

You winced at his biting tone, dropping your gaze to the floor in shame.

There was a slight rustle of fabric, and you blinked when Ayato kneeled down next to you. Your mouth parted in surprise as you took in the completely serious expression on his face as he regarded your prone form. You allowed yourself to be shifted slightly so that you were sitting with your knees pointed upwards, eyes widening at his uncharacteristic gentleness as he lightly prodded your knees.

"Fractured." Ayato finally said after a moment of silence. "It'll take at least a couple hours to heal. Good thing I made you eat last night, or it would've taken even longer."

"I still have chores to finish," you mumbled quietly, still in shock. "And I need to clean this up as well—"

"Dumbass, do you really think you'll be able to do anything in your current state?"

You fell silent at his harsh words, too ashamed to think of a retort.

He sighed and you saw him pinch the bridge of his nose in agitation.

You mentally whimpered, and you closed your eyes in resignation. Was this it? The end of your pathetically short life?

You jerked in surprise when you felt something brush against the back of your knees, and your eyes snapped open in shock at the sudden feeling of weightlessness. Your arms instinctively grabbed onto the closest secure thing, which just happened to be the loose fabric of Ayato's shirt.

Your wide [color] eyes met Ayato's piercing blue orbs.

"Wha—?"

He tsked and ignored your confused stutters, instead making his way down the hallway. Belatedly, you realized that he was tracing the familiar path back to your own room. The next few minutes passed in a confused daze. Sometime during the trip, your hands had unclasped from the front of his shirt to wrap around his neck, anchoring you securely against his warm chest.

You could feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment when the two of you passed by other members, and you thought your face might melt off, judging by the heat. On the other hand, Ayato didn't even seem fazed. The first time he caught the eye of an onlooker, he'd barked at them to go back to the hallway to clean up the mess. After that, he'd merely give the gaping members a glare and they'd scamper away in fear.

When the two of you arrived in front of your room, you shifted slightly so that you could hop down from your current perch in his arms.

However, you froze when you felt his arms tighten marginally around your figure. Instead of placing you down like you'd expected him to, that way he could open the door, he merely raised a foot and kicked it in.

Your jaw dropped in shock, and despite your vulnerable position at the current moment, you couldn't stop an indignant squawk from escaping you.

"That was my door!"

Ayato rolled his eyes.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." His voice was dry.

"You—" Your mouth opened and closed soundlessly as you struggled to find the right words to yell at him.

Finally, you settled an on angry mutter, "You jerk! You just kicked in my door!"

He didn't answer, instead setting you down gently on your bed. You hesitantly unwound your arms from around his neck, and when he pulled away, you found yourself missing his warmth.

Wait, what the hell?

You flushed as you realized what you'd just thought. Shaking your head rapidly from side to side, you willed away the foreign thoughts and the weird tightening in your chest.

Fortunately, Ayato didn't see, as he'd turned around to rummage in your drawer. By the time you'd finally cleared your head of the strangeness, Ayato had pulled out a fresh maroon cloak. It was then that you'd realized his clothes were stained with blood and water; obviously from where your own filthy cloak had pressed against his. You felt a jolt of guilt, but before you could say anything, Ayato was unwrapping the cloth from around your shoulders and replacing it with the clean one in his hand.

You coughed lightly, unused to this silent, almost mature Ayato.

"Um. Thanks Ayato."

To your utter shock, a faint pink dusted across Ayato's pale cheeks. He muttered something under his breath, but you didn't quite catch it. However, before you could ask him to repeat himself, he cleared his throat and grumbled, "Just stay there and rest, got it? Don't worry about your orders anymore."

With that, he spun on his heel and stalked away.

That evening, you'd hear some members gossiping about how Ayato had been sighted doing menial labor, and you'd wonder if Ayato had always been so kind.



[3]



Compliment her. Compliments are a very easy way to show that you're interested, and it'll help steer you away from the dreaded friend-zone. Every now and then, drop a compliment about how she looks or what she's good at or what makes her unique to make her blush. Just make sure you don't sound creepy or repetitive! Girls love unique comments, ones that make them feel special and different from the crowd.

Ayato had never read such a dumb thing in his life.

How cheesy could you get? Compliment and flirt? That was something those lovey-dovey humans did, not violent, homicidal ghouls.

But then again, the advice had worked out rather well so far. After he'd sucked up his pride and did [Name]'s chores for her last week, she'd suddenly become much, much more tolerant of him. She no longer glared at the sight of him, nor did she respond to his orders with smart ass retorts. In fact, she'd become quite... kind to him, often nodding in respect to him whenever he caught her eye or mumbling polite thank yous whenever he saved her ass during missions.

But this?

This was taking it to a whole other level. How the fuck was he supposed to compliment her without looking like a pathetic sap? If word got around that he'd started randomly complimenting her, his entire reputation at Aogiri would be completely ruined, and the incompetent weaklings would probably never follow his orders ever again.

Such a dilemma...

Whatever. He'd figure something out.



---



You peeled off the remains of your mask, grimacing when it practically fell apart into a bloody mess in your hands.

Normally, it would be forbidden to do so, but the doves were dead and there was no one else around for miles. Examining the broken remains, you absently rubbed at your wounded cheek, already feeling your body healing away the gash.

You resisted the urge to growl in frustration. You'd actually really come to like that mask, but now it was no longer useable, or recognizable at that.

"Tch, your mask broke?"

You shifted your gaze from the tatters in your hand to Ayato, who was staring at what was left of your mask with a (surprisingly) thoughtful expression on his face. Actually, after the past week, you'd come to realize that Ayato himself could be quite thoughtful when he wanted to. You still remembered his kindness when you'd been careless and hurt yourself, and from that point on, you'd begun to notice the little quirks that belied his normally unforgiving and harsh personality.

Like how he'd always watch your back whenever the two of you went on missions, walking perhaps just a single step behind you to keep you in his sights at all times.

Or when your door was miraculously fixed while you were out doing your daily chores.  He never said anything about it, but you'd caught sight of a few splinters of wood on his jacket.

And now, he was suggesting that the two of you take a detour to 4th ward to get you a new one.

"B-But, the mission!" you protested as he leapt away. However, he didn't respond, and you were left with no choice but to follow him, casting on last glance at the bloody scene behind you.

A little while later, the two of you arrived in front a small mask shop. It was dark, aside from a single street lamp, but fortunately you didn't see anyone lurking in the shadows. Good thing too, otherwise you and Ayato's bloody clothes may have raised a few eyebrows.

You slipped into the store after Ayato and found yourself immediately overwhelmed by the numerous masks on display.

While Ayato went off in search of the shop keeper, you wandered absently through the rows and rows of intricate designs. You paused in front of a pretty one, the delicate curves resembling that of a masquerade mask. You reached out a hand to brush the edges, marveling at the beauty.

"That's a pretty one. You have good taste."

You jerked backwards, involuntarily letting out a startled shriek. Immediately, Ayato was at your side, pushing you behind him in an instinctively defensive gesture.

Your wide eyes and Ayato's narrowed ones met Uta's amused red and black gaze.

Uta raised his hands placatingly, but the amusement never left his eyes. You relaxed and blushed at your carelessness, rubbing your head sheepishly at allowing yourself to be snuck up on like that. However, Ayato still had not budged from his stance and continued to glare at the man.

"So how can I help you two today?" Uta's voice was serene, as if Ayato wasn't currently trying to melt him with a death glare.

You pushed your Ayato away, earning a small glare for yourself. But you ignored his glower and answered, "My mask tore, so I'll need a new one as soon as possible."

Uta looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Would you like to try that one on?" he finally asked, nodding towards the mask that you'd been admiring earlier.

You blinked. "Just like that?" you asked uncertainly, "no measurements or anything?"

Uta shrugged. "If we need to, we can. But I have a feeling that one will be fine."

Hesitantly, you lifted the pretty mask on display, scared that a single twitch of your finger might shatter it at any moment.

Ayato watched skeptically as you carefully examined it, "It's so fragile. How long would it even last?"

"Longer than you'd probably think."

Ayato shot an unimpressed look at the shopkeeper, clearly unsatisfied with the vague answer. Ignoring their bickering—well, you supposed it was more Ayato than it was Uta—you raised the mask to your eyes and tied it securely in place. You adjusted it so that your vision wasn't blocked and then shook your head a few times to make sure it was tight.

"Told you."

You glanced at Uta, who had a smug look on his face. Then your gaze slid to the raven haired male next to him. Ayato's eyes were wide, and his lips were parted slightly in shock. Your lips twitched up in a small smile, amused that—for once—he'd actually been shocked into silence.

"How do I look?" you asked him teasingly.

He blinked. Then he coughed and averted his gaze, and you swore you saw pink dust across his cheeks before it disappeared the low light of the shop. "It's really pretty," he mumbled, so quietly for a moment you thought you'd been mistaken.

You stared at him in shock. You were expecting to get a scathing remark of some sort. Not a... compliment.

It was surprisingly sweet.

Suddenly, you were extremely grateful for the mask that was currently settled over your cheeks, otherwise you were sure both of the males would be able to see the furious blush that had spread across your face. Spinning on your heel to avoid their eyes, you turned to peer into a mirror set up nearby.

You raised a hand to gently brush the gentle slopes, and you marveled at how the edges of the mask seemed to fit the planes of your face perfectly. A plume of feathers erupted from one side, casting an aura of mystery over the delicate slant of the engraved nose.

You didn't even hesitate for a moment before you declaring, "I love it. How much will it cost?"

Before you knew it, you and Ayato were being ushered out the door, and soon enough it was just the two of you standing out in the darkness of night. You refastened the mask around your head, an eager smile pulling itself across your lips as you felt the mask settle back into the contours of your face. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ayato watching you with an unnervingly intense stare.

Your mind flashed back to that quiet compliment back in the shop, and you found yourself grateful once more that the mask concealed most of your cheeks.

The two of you were quiet for another moment, before Ayato shifted and replaced his own mask.

He leapt away, and you were left with the faintest murmur of how well the mask suited you.



[4]



Go out on a date. Once you've established a closer relationship with her and she knows that you're interested in her romantically, it's time to move to the final step. Break the friend barrier by taking her out to something mutually enjoyable, something you know the both of you would like to do.  

Ayato frowned slightly.

Well, right off the bat, the very first sentence was a bit iffy. Over the past few weeks, he swore he caught [Name] blushing a few times every now and then when he made an offhand compliment about her, but he was was pretty sure their relationship was nowhere near 'romantic'.

Yuck.

The word itself brought a disgustingly sweet taste to his mouth.

He stared down at his notebook, uncertainty creeping through his veins. This was the last of the advice he'd found. He had to make it count!



---



You resisted the urge to squeal out loud.

After all, doing so would give away your current hiding position from behind a tree.

So, why were you behind a tree? Well, you were just casually strolling outside Aogiri headquarters for some much-needed fresh air when you'd stumbled across the adorable scene of Ayato cradling a small, black bunny with a gentleness that astounded you.

Actually, you supposed that it really shouldn't. Especially not after his display over a month ago when he'd carried you back to your room when you were injured.

Yet you still found yourself amazed at the tenderness with which he rubbed the little animal's head. You marveled in wonder at the image of Ayato smiling fondly down at the bunny, determined to imprint the sight into your mind. Wistfully, you wished that you had your phone or a camera on you in order to snap a picture. You doubted you'd ever get the chance to see such an expression on his face ever again.

You shifted forward slightly, wanting to get a better view.

Unfortunately, however, you accidentally stepped on a stray, dried leaf, and the soft crunch beneath your feet sounded deafeningly loud in the serene atmosphere.

Before you could even blink, you were knocked down to the ground and a heavy pressure landed on your chest. Your wide eyes met Ayato's narrowed red and black glare. However, when he realized it was you and not a threat, his pupils faded back to their typical blue. He lifted his foot from your chest, relieving you of the heavy pressure and allowing you to sit back up, coughing slightly from the shock.

He merely went back to stroking the soft fur of the bunny, watching silently as you recovered.

You finally pushed yourself back to your feet, eyeing the male in front of you warily.

"...you're not going to kick me into a wall for watching you?" you asked uncertainly.

Ayato shrugged, "I kicked you to the ground. But if you want me to, I could  find a wall to kick you into."

You shook your head rapidly, mentally wincing at the amount of pain that would entail. Coughing lightly from awkwardness, you floundered as you tried to find a conversation topic. You mumbled, "That rabbit is really cute."

The male hummed lightly in agreement, and you were struck by how calm he seemed—a stark contrast to his typically ill-tempered and angry personality.

The two of you stood in silence for another few moments. Aside from the quiet rustle of the wind against leaves, it was quiet.

You shifted awkwardly as the minutes dragged on, and you couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you going to keep it?"

Ayato looked surprised, as if the thought hadn't occurred to him before. You supposed it probably hadn't. After mulling on it for a few moments, he replied uncertainly, "...if you'd like we could."

You started in surprise. "We?"

Ayato flushed at the slip. He turned his face away, but you caught a glimpse of reddened cheeks. "I-It's just," he stuttered, trying to find the appropriate words. He finally settled on a low mutter. "How the fuck would I know how?"

A small smile pulled itself across your face. "I don't think I'd know either," you admitted, laughing lightly.

"Oh."

You couldn't help the laugh bubbling from your lips as you took in his disappointed features. "If you'd like," you offered in between your laughter, "we can head a pet store and see if they'd give us any advice."

Ayato blinked. "That's... actually not a terrible idea."

You rolled your eyes at the indirect compliment. In a moment of courage, you grabbed his arm and tugged, pulling him after you as you began to walk. Shock flashed over his features, but he soon fell into step with you. The two of you slowly made your way into cityscape, heading towards a local pet shop that you'd remembered passing by before. At some point along the way, Ayato pulled a notebook out of his pocket, and he dropped it into the next trashcan the two of you passed by.

When you asked him about it, he simply shrugged and replied,

"Just something I won't need anymore."
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word count: 5950

jfc this thing is so long. nearly 6000 words wtfff.

please enjoy this piece of trash, and don't hate me if ayato is out of character ;~;
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bruh its not a piece of trash..its a masterpiece 😂💞 i love it