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His limbs still ached from another fight, the exhaustion sitting deep in his muscles. His side stung where something had cut deeper than it should have. It wasn't serious enough to stop him. Normally, it would've already started healing.

But it hadn't.

Blood slipped beneath his fingers, warm against the cold air. He pressed harder without thinking, driven by muscle memory more than urgency.

It’ll heal. It always did. He’d just pushed too far this time. Fought too long without stopping and didn’t give himself time to recover or eat. One street bled into the next beneath pale streetlights as he walked aimlessly, too numb to think about stopping and too tired to think about much else. His thoughts wouldn’t stay together properly. They drifted in circles instead, worn smooth from repetition.

It’s fine.

Keep moving.

Get stronger.

The words barely felt like words anymore. Just grooves worn deep enough that his mind kept falling into them automatically. Something that he told himself whenever things hurt.

Get stronger.

A promise or a punishment? He wasn't even sure anymore. The ache in his side pulsed with each step. He’d been hurt worse than this. This meant he was surviving.

Get stronger.

Faces flickered briefly through the haze in his mind, indistinct and blurred at the edges before disappearing again.

Protect them, keep them safe. Even if—

The thought stalled there, something inside him resisting it now in a way it hadn’t before.

Even if I have to…

Leave?

Disappear?

Be alone?

The chill of the night air pressed against his face, grounding just enough that another feeling began slipping through the cracks beneath everything else.

He was tired.

Tired of carrying everything alone because it felt easier than letting anyone carry it with him. His steps never slowed. They kept carrying him forward.

Protect them.

The words came again. But this time, instead of fading back into numb repetition, they pulled something else up with them. Something warm.

I want to see him.

His steps slowed. The world around him seemed to sharpen all at once, snapping suddenly into focus. He knew this street. He stopped, breath coming out uneven as he looked up. He hadn’t meant to come here. He hadn’t even been thinking about it. But there it was. Hide’s apartment building. The recognition slammed into him so suddenly that he actually flinched.

No.

His body tensed.

No, I can’t—

He shouldn’t be here. This was the last place he should be.

It was late, most of the lights were off. Of course Hide's wasn't. The warm glow from his window spilled onto the dark brick below, absurdly easy to spot. His hand pressed harder against his side as if that would anchor him in place.

If Hide saw him like this…

The black-haired boy Hide loved didn’t exist anymore. Something else had taken his place. He needed to leave. Now. Before—

His body didn’t follow. He stood there, caught between the pull and the resistance.

It would be safer if he left. Safer for Hide. Safer for both of them.

He knew that.

He knew that.

But the thought didn’t carry the weight it should have, like it couldn’t reach the part of him that was moving. His body shifted forward. One step. Then another. He stared at the entrance to the building as he approached it, a strange numbness settling over him the closer he got. The glass door reflected him faintly as he reached it, his face half-lost in the darkness while the lights inside shone through it. His eye was the only part of him that stayed clear: black and red, impossible to mistake. It still hadn’t gone away. Hide would see the proof immediately. For a second, he just looked at himself. The reflection felt wrong. Familiar in pieces, but not whole, like someone had taken Kaneki Ken apart and carelessly put him back together.

He should’ve stopped there.

His hand pushed against the door anyway.

The stairwell stretched up in front of him. The ache should’ve been slowing him down by now, but the pull in his chest felt stronger than the weight dragging at his limbs.

I can still turn around.

If he walked back out, this could stay untouched. Hide wouldn’t see him like this. He wouldn’t have to know or be dragged into it. But his feet didn’t slow. The stairs blurred slightly beneath him as he climbed, exhaustion hollowing him out until movement barely felt like a choice anymore.

I shouldn’t be here.

He climbed the last step, and the hallway came into view. He already knew the door. His body carried him straight to it.

There’s still time, turn around.

Leave.

Protect both of you.

His hand lifted, and Kaneki let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh, as the resistance slipped away. Clearly, there was no fighting it. His body had brought him all the way here despite everything he’d told himself, so fine. He would knock. He would let Hide see him. And if Hide turned away, then at least there would be nothing left to wonder about.

He knocked on the door.

There was movement inside, something in the kitchen. A pause. Then the sound of footsteps. Kaneki leaned slightly on the doorframe, letting his shoulder hold his weight. His head stayed lowered, one arm wrapped around himself, the other pressing against the wound, listening as the steps drew closer.

He should’ve been afraid of what came next. The thought was there. It just didn’t reach him. All he could feel was that overwhelming pull of it—something deep in him tightening at the sound of those footsteps, at the fact that Hide was right there, just on the other side of the door.

The handle turned, and the door opened.

Hide stood there, framed in the doorway, the light from inside spilling out around him.

“…Kaneki?”

The name came out barely above a breath.

Kaneki didn’t answer. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Kaneki lifted his head, and his red eye caught the light.

Hide looked stricken. Kaneki caught the horror in his expression and felt something inside him drop.

There it is. He knew it. He should've listened to himself and turned back. He pushed himself off the doorframe, meaning to leave.

“…Hide…”

The name came out quieter than he intended.

He lowered his head again. I have to go was what he meant to say.

“…Help.”

Kaneki stilled after it left him. Months of telling himself to keep enduring, and the second he saw Hide, that was what came out.

But clearly the part of him that had spoken didn’t care.

Hide stepped back, one hand already on the door, pulling it wider. “Get in.”

Kaneki looked at the open doorway, then at Hide, but his body seemed to have stalled now that he was actually being invited through it. Hide caught him lightly by the forearm and pulled him forward before he could find another reason to stay where he was.

“C’mon. Don’t just stand there.”

The tone was light, like this wasn’t completely insane.

The door shut behind them with a soft click, and Hide looked at him again. His eyes flicked to the blood, and whatever thoughts had been trying to catch up with him seemed to get shoved aside all at once.

"Okay." He pointed toward the couch. “Sit down before you pass out or something.”

But Kaneki didn’t move yet. He just stood there, arms pulled in close, fingers gripping at his sleeves. The air was warmer inside. It looked the same. Nothing about it was different. Which should've been comforting. Instead, it felt strangely surreal. The apartment remembered him better than he remembered himself.

It was too clean and normal for a monster to be standing in.

Behind him, Kaneki heard a drawer open and something being taken out.

Hide glanced back at him.

“You’re gonna fall over if you just stand there like that.”

Kaneki finally took a step forward. The couch sat low against the wall, the fabric softened with use. A small table was in front of it, and a lamp off to the side cast warm light across the room.

Kaneki stopped just short of sitting. “…I’m gonna get blood on it.”

Hide didn’t even hesitate. “True.”

He turned immediately, stepped into the bathroom for a towel, then returned and spread it across the couch cushion.

“Problem solved.”

Like this was a normal inconvenience.

Kaneki looked at it for a second.

Then he sat.

Hide moved around the table and sat beside him. Kaneki’s gaze stayed low, settling on his hands resting on his lap. His fingers curled slightly as he looked at the discolouration under his nails. Hide’s gaze followed, catching the way Kaneki held them like they didn’t belong to him anymore.

He looked back up at him. “…Where are you hurt?”

The question felt too simple.

Kaneki didn’t answer. His fingers moved to the bottom of his shirt instead, and he pulled it up. The wound sat just below his ribs. It wasn’t deep enough to kill him outright, but it was still open, the edges ragged and dark with half-dried blood. Fresh red welled through whenever he breathed, gathering before slipping down his side.

Hide knew a ghoul’s body should already have at least begun closing something like this, but Kaneki’s had barely managed it. Worse, he didn’t seem particularly concerned. Kaneki held the fabric there without looking down, as though the wound belonged to the same distant body as his hands. He seemed less concerned by the wound than tired of having a body that still required anything from him.

“...It’s healing,” he said quietly. “Just slow.” A small pause. “I lost a bit of blood.”

Hide leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing as he took it in. Kaneki had called it slow healing, but between the pallor of his face and the unfocused look in his eyes, Hide suspected his body was struggling more than he realised.

“…Yeah,” Hide muttered. “Bit of an understatement, but sure.”

Hide set the first-aid supplies down on the coffee table before coming back and slowly pressing a folded piece of damp cloth lightly against the wound.

The pain barely registered. What Kaneki noticed instead was the way Hide touched him. It was simply the feeling of someone taking care of him, treating him like he was something worth being gentle with. Kaneki hadn't realised how much he'd missed being treated like a person.

To anyone else, Hide would've looked completely at ease. Like finding your missing best friend bleeding on your doorstep was something that happened every day. He was almost convincing.

Almost.

Kaneki knew better. He knew him. Hide’s movements were just a little too precise. His fingers steadied themselves as he wiped away the blood, like he was forcing them not to shake. He noticed the slight delay before he spoke, like he was choosing every word before it left him.

Holding it together on purpose. For him.

“Take your shirt off.”

Kaneki’s hands moved, pulling it off.

Hide switched to gauze, pressing firmly now that he could see properly. “Hold that.”

Kaneki’s hand came up automatically. Hide adjusted Kaneki’s fingers against the wound, guiding the pressure before pulling back. Hide reached for the bandage, unrolling it. He checked the gauze once more, then started wrapping.

The fabric pulled gently across Kaneki’s ribs, settling into place with each turn. His hand pulled away once it wasn’t needed.

Kaneki glanced at Hide for a second, at how focused he was, like nothing else in the world mattered except this.

Hide finished the wrap, pressing it down once to keep it in place. “There.”

A quiet exhale followed. His hand dropped from the bandage, but only briefly before he reached for the damp cloth again. Kaneki didn't think much of it until Hide caught one of his wrists.

Kaneki’s brow knit slightly. "...what are you doing?"

Hide ignored the question.

The cloth was cool against his hands as Hide wiped carefully between Kaneki's fingers, lifting his hand slightly to get at the blood that had long since stopped feeling unusual.

“…You don’t have to do that.”

Hide didn’t even look up. “It’s fine,” he said, tone light.

The cloth moved again, wiping the last traces of blood from his palms. Then he moved closer, his hand lifting toward Kaneki’s face. The cloth brushed across his cheek, wiping away dried blood he hadn’t noticed was there.

“…Hide. You don’t—”

“Shut up.”

It wasn’t light this time.

The cloth pressed a little firmer than before, dragging across his skin as Hide wiped away the rest of it.

“Just—” A breath. “—sit still for a second.”

He did.

Hide pulled back slightly, the cloth lowering in his hand. “You want a clean shirt?”

Like that was the obvious next step.

Kaneki blinked at him.

Hide didn’t wait for an answer. “Yeah. Hang on.”

Hide jumped up and walked into his bedroom. It sat just off the living space, door open, and Kaneki could see him through the frame—pulling open a drawer and rifling through it. Kaneki stayed where he was, his hands held loosely above his lap, clear of the bloodstained fabric beneath them.

Hide grabbed a loose black shirt and came back just as quickly, tossing it toward him.

“Here.”

Kaneki caught it. “…Thanks.”

The word felt small.

He pulled it on, the fabric settling over him easily. His fingers caught at the ends of the sleeves, keeping his hands tucked close instead of letting them fall against his pants. When he looked up again, Hide hadn’t sat back down. He was still standing. Like they’d run out of things to do, and now there was nothing left to fill the space with.

Hide’s expression faltered slightly, just for a second. Something almost breaking through—

Then it was gone. Replaced with something easier.

A grin.

“Wow,” he said lightly, crossing his arms. “So what’s up with your eye, huh?” He tilted his head, like he was inspecting it. “Kind of cool. Just the one.”

Kaneki stared at him. “…Yeah.”

It was all he had.

Hide nodded like that was enough. “You want something to eat? Or drink?”

A pause.

“Oh—right.” A small, awkward laugh. “…Ghouls can’t eat normal food, can they?”

Kaneki’s fingers tightened in the fabric of the shirt. “…Aren’t you gonna ask?”

Hide tilted his head, as though the question had caught him off guard. “Ask what?”

“Where I’ve been? How this happened?” A pause. “You’re just gonna—what? Just give me a shirt and pretend this is normal?”

Silence.

Hide looked away, exhaling quietly before turning back to him. The smile that appeared was tired, but gentle. "I know what happened."

Kaneki stared at him. "What?"

"I knew that you were a ghoul, Kaneki. Or rather that you got turned into one."

The room seemed to narrow around him. "…Since when?"

"Since not long after it happened." Hide gave a small shrug, though there was nothing casual in his face. "Between how well I know you and what I heard, it wasn't hard to figure out."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Hide’s expression softened. “Because you were already pulling away. I thought if I cornered you with it, you’d disappear even faster.” His gaze dropped briefly. “I kept hoping you’d tell me when you were ready.” His mouth tightened slightly. "But I guess… you ended up disappearing completely. And I didn't anticipate that."

Guilt twisted low in Kaneki’s stomach, and he looked away.

Hide dragged a hand through his hair.

"So no, I’m not pretending this is normal. I just—” He huffed out a small breath. “You showed up bleeding on my doorstep. I wasn’t gonna start interrogating you before making sure you were actually okay.”

"…I see." Kaneki's gaze drifted toward the floor. The black finally receded from his eye and the red disappeared with it, leaving only that pale silver again. “…I’m okay now.”

Hide studied him for a second, making sure it was really true. “…Yeah?”

Kaneki nodded.

“Good.” The tired softness left his voice. “Then you’d better explain where the hell you’ve been.”

The room fell quiet. Hide gave him the space to answer.

Kaneki opened his mouth, and nothing came out. For a second, he just stared at the floorboards, like the question hadn’t fully registered until now. Like he hadn’t realised he’d actually have to answer it.

He hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“…I…”

The word stalled.

Where do you even start?

“…It—” Kaneki let out a breath, shaking his head once, like he was trying to clear it. “…How much do you know?”

“Enough to know the transplant changed you,” Hide said. “Not enough to know what happened after.”

Kaneki nodded.

“Yeah. Rize—” he started, then stopped.

He let out a dry laugh, replaying the events in his head.

“All of this because I wanted to get a date.” He muttered.

Hide tilted his head. “It was her organs you got transplanted, right?”

Not really a question. More him putting the pieces together out loud.

“Yeah. And she was a ghoul. So… That’s what I am now.” He didn’t look up. “Or more like… some kind of half-ghoul.”

The words felt strange out loud.

“I didn’t know what I was. I didn’t know who I could tell. And then everything just kept getting worse.”

His vision stayed glued to the floor.

“…Are you scared of me?”

It came out quieter than everything else. Kaneki's stomach tightened immediately.

What kind of question was that? He already knew what he looked like. Even among ghouls, he wasn't exactly normal anymore. He’d done things that would've horrified the version of himself that used to sit next to Hide in lecture halls.

Maybe that was the real question. Not whether Hide was scared of him, but whether Hide could still recognise him at all.

Hide stared at him. He let out a short breath, like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard.

“…Seriously?” He stepped forward and dropped back onto the couch beside him, turning toward him. “Kaneki. Do I look scared?”

Hide didn’t wait long before answering it himself.

“No. You being a ghoul doesn’t erase everything I know about you. It doesn’t flip some switch and turn you into a stranger. We’ve known each other how long?” A small shake of his head. “You’re stuck with me.”

A hollow laugh almost escaped Kaneki. Because Hide made it sound so simple.

“You don't know that.”

Hide frowned. “Yeah, I do.”

“No.” Kaneki shook his head. “You don't know everything. I’ve done some… really bad things.”

“…Okay?”

“I mean it, Hide.”

Hide sighed immediately.

“Clearly some really fucked up shit happened to you. Of course my first thought isn't gonna be 'wow, he probably handled every situation perfectly.' But I'm willing to hear your side of the story before I start throwing rocks.” His expression softened again. “You're such an idiot sometimes. You’re here looking like you've fought a small war, and your big concern is that I might suddenly stop caring about you?"

Kaneki didn’t answer, but the tension he'd been carrying eased visibly as his shoulders lowered. For the first time all night, he looked tired instead of guarded.

Hide caught it. And just like that, he smiled again.

"You know, for a guy who spent most of university apologising when people bumped into him, this is a pretty dramatic career change." A small huff of a laugh.

His gaze flicked to Kaneki’s hair.

“And what’s with this?” He reached out, running a few strands through his fingers. "Because this is new. It’s really cool, I've been trying not to stare at it."

Kaneki stilled. “…It just… happened.”

The words came out flat.

Hide blinked. "...It just happened? What, like it’s natural?"

“It’s not important.”

Hide nodded. "Okay." A pause. "That's a lie."

Kaneki looked up at him.

“I’m not asking because I’m curious. I’m just…” Hide looked at the white hair again. “…worried about you.”

“…Hide…”

Hide hesitated, then added, “You don’t have to explain it if you’re not ready. I just want you to know you can.”

Kaneki's throat tightened. He should stop the conversation here. It was already moving somewhere he had spent months refusing to look. He hadn't said it out loud before. To anyone. Thinking it was one thing, saying it made it real. He'd carried the words alone for so long that they almost didn't feel like words anymore, just something lodged inside him. Usually he was better at swallowing them before they could become real. He'd gotten very good at that.

But he was exhausted. And that exhausted part of him—the same part that had shown up at Hide's door, the same part that had asked for help before he could stop it—seemed strangely willing to talk.

His mind pushed back immediately.

Don't.

Leave it alone.

Keep it to yourself.

But there wasn't enough strength behind the resistance.

Hide wasn't demanding answers. If anything, he was making it easier not to speak. Maybe that was why the silence felt so wrong. Because Hide wasn't just someone who could listen. He was the person who had known Kaneki before everything changed, the person who still seemed to recognise him underneath all of it.

...

“…I never intended to disappear. I just—” Kaneki kept his eyes lowered. “Some ghouls found out about my connection to Rize, and they thought I was something important. But after taking me, they decided I wasn’t. But… they didn't let me leave after that… And one of them...”

The words caught. Kaneki swallowed.

“He liked hurting people.” His thumb dragged over the dark edge of one nail. “And he liked hurting me the most. There wasn't really anything else to it. I don’t know how long it was.”

He did know. He just couldn’t say it.

“Long enough.” Kaneki still wouldn’t look up. “When I got out, I couldn’t just… go back to normal. It’s not like I didn’t want to see you, I just… I thought if I stayed away, you’d be safer.”

That was true. It just wasn't all of it. There was the danger, but when he stripped all of that away, the reason underneath felt almost weirdly simple.

He didn't think he belonged here anymore.

The torture changed him so fundamentally that he couldn't imagine simply walking back into his old life and sitting on Hide's couch eating instant noodles as if nothing happened.

“I thought if you knew what I was…” The thought cut itself off. “I didn't really know how to come back.”

Hide stared at him for a moment. He looked like he was trying to find the right thing to say. Then gave up.

“…fuck, Kaneki.” He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling once like he didn’t quite know where to put that. “That’s— ‘it’s not important’??”

He stopped. Reset.

“Okay, wow.” Hide nodded slowly. “I think we have very different definitions of ‘not important.’”

It was a small attempt to lighten the weight of it. Kaneki finally looked up at him. Against all logic, it almost worked. For a moment, Hide's familiar brightness pulled him toward the surface.

But now that the words were out, they wouldn't go back. The pressure he'd been holding back for months suddenly had somewhere to go. Before he could stop it, Kaneki looked down again and his hands came up to his face. With his elbows braced against his knees, he pressed his palms hard against his eyes, like he could force everything back where it had been.

It didn’t work.

“…I’ve never said it out loud before.” The words came muffled through his hands. “I didn’t—” A sharp breath hitched through him. “I didn’t know how to—”

He stopped trying. He could feel tears slipping through anyway.

“…It hurt so much. Every time my body healed, he would start again. He’d cut something off and make me watch it grow back, and then he’d do it again because he knew he could. ”

His hands tightened against his face.

“I begged him to kill me, and he wouldn’t. I couldn’t make it stop. I couldn’t even die. There was nothing I could do." His voice cracked. "And every time I watched myself heal… I was reminded that I wasn’t human anymore.”

He stopped there. His breathing had gone uneven, and he wiped quickly at his face before the tears could get any further.

When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.

“…that’s why it’s like this,” he said, dragging a hand weakly through his hair. “The stress, it just—” A small, helpless motion. “—turned it white.”

Hide's expression crumpled. “… Holy shit.” For a second, he looked completely lost for words. "I’m so sorry. That’s… fuck, Kaneki. That’s so awful. I can’t believe that happened to you."

Kaneki scrubbed quickly at his eyes, but it didn’t help. The tears kept welling faster than he could wipe them away, slipping down his face despite every attempt to get himself back under control.

Hide moved closer, one arm coming up around Kaneki’s shoulders, pulling him in with no hesitation. Kaneki moved into it instantly. He wrapped his arms around him, gripping the back of Hide’s shirt hard as he pulled himself in closer, pressing his face into his shoulder like he needed to make sure he was actually there.

Hide held on just as tightly. Maybe tighter.

For a moment they just stayed like that as the tremor running through Kaneki eased.

Only then did he finally pull away. But his arms didn’t. He slid them down, grabbing at Hide’s wrists. Anchoring. And Hide held him back.

The room felt less heavy now.

“You know… I wasn’t actually planning on coming here,” Kaneki said. “I just… ended up here.”

Kaneki’s gaze drifted down again.

“…I know I shouldn’t have come. This is— it’s selfish. I’ve involved you in something dangerous just by being here. You didn’t ask for that.” His voice dropped a fraction. “I just couldn’t… I couldn’t fight it. I was just… really tired.”

For a moment, he thought that would be the end of it. But now that he'd started talking, the words kept coming.

“I kept telling myself staying away was the right thing to do. And maybe part of me believed that. But the longer I stayed away, the harder it got to come back. Every day I told myself I'd figure it out tomorrow, and then tomorrow turned into another week. I think I got used to the idea that if I came back, everything would be ruined. At some point it started feeling easier to stay gone than find out.”

The thought sounded cowardly now that it was spoken aloud. But it was the truth.

Hide let out a slow breath as something had finally slipped past the part of him that kept everything together.

“You’re not selfish for being here.” A disbelieving huff followed. “You really thought all that? That coming back would ruin everything? All I've been doing is looking for you." His voice tightened. “Every time I heard something, all it told me was that you’d survived whatever you’d thrown yourself into this time. I never knew whether the next thing I heard would be that you hadn’t.”

Hide let out a long exhale, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at Kaneki again.

“I can’t even explain how relieved I am that you’re here. I don’t care what you came back as. As long as you came back.” A small, tired smile flickered back in. “…You always do this. Something awful happens, and your first instinct is to deal with it alone.”

Kaneki looked up at him. “… I’m sorry.”

"I know."

Kaneki loosened his grip, pulling away, and the space between them came back.

And it didn’t feel great. Not after that.

Hide noticed it immediately. So he lifted his hand and rested it lightly against Kaneki’s cheek, thumb brushing once beneath his eye. Kaneki’s hand came up, fingers curling around Hide’s wrist, holding it there without thinking.

For a second, neither of them said anything.

Then Hide grinned, relief finally settling properly into his face. “Man. You are so lucky I like you.”

Before Kaneki could react, he pinched his cheek and pulled his hand away, already pushing himself up off the couch.

“Alright,” he said, already heading toward the kitchen. "Enough trauma for one evening. Is there anything I can actually offer you at all?”

Kaneki blinked once. “…Coffee?”

Hide lit up immediately.

“Oh, good! Yeah. That I can do.” He turned back to the counter. “Coming right up.”

The sound of the kettle filled the space not long after.

Kaneki leaned back slightly into the couch and glanced around the room again. This time, it didn’t feel as distant. Still a little surreal. But not wrong anymore. His gaze moved over the familiar clutter until it landed on the mug sitting on the coffee table. The same one Hide had been using for years, somehow still hanging on despite the chip along the rim.

"...You still use that mug?" He said, nodding towards one sitting on the coffee table.

Hide glanced over from the kitchen. “Yeah?”

"Why?"

Hide looked genuinely confused. "Because it's a mug."

“It’s barely a mug.”

“I just don’t sip from that side.”

Kaneki huffed quietly.

Hide came back a moment later, handing him the coffee.

“Careful, it’s hot.” A small grin. “Definitely not as good as Anteiku’s, though.”

Kaneki took it and had a small sip. “It’s good.”

He held it between his hands, feeling the warmth seep through.

Hide shifted his weight, gesturing to Kaneki’s pants. “You’re not sleeping in those, by the way.”

It came out casually.

Kaneki glanced up.

Hide was already turning back toward the bedroom.

“I’ll grab you something,” he added.

Like that was that. Like the conversation about him staying had already happened.

Kaneki didn’t respond. He just watched him go back into the bedroom. He looked back down at the coffee and took another sip. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Coming here had just been… something he hadn’t stopped. Somewhere in the back of his mind, there’d been a vague sense that once this was over, once he’d seen Hide, he’d leave.

Go back to what he’d been doing. Keep moving. He hadn’t even questioned it.

And now…

Kaneki drank more of the coffee in a few slow mouthfuls.

Hide came back into view, a pair of loose pants in one hand, tossing them lightly onto the couch beside him.

“Here,” he said. “Comfier. And not covered in blood, more importantly.” He pointed his thumb towards the bedroom. “You can take the bed.”

Kaneki blinked. “That’s—”

Hide waved it off immediately. “Don’t argue. I’ve got the couch.”

Kaneki looked at him for a second. There wasn’t really a space to push back. Not without making it a thing. And… he didn’t want to. The thought of leaving and stepping back out into that same cold, empty rhythm felt harder than it had a few minutes ago.

“…Okay.”

Hide gestured lightly with his head. “C’mon. You must be exhausted, right? I don't want you moving around anymore and making the wound worse.”

Kaneki swallowed the last mouthful of his coffee before placing the mug on the coffee table. He picked up the pants and rose slowly, clutching them with both hands as he followed Hide into the bedroom.

It was dimmer than the living space, the light softer. Hide was already pulling the sheets back slightly, smoothing them out. He picked up an empty cup from the bedside table, glancing at it like he didn’t remember leaving it there, then took it with him as he turned.

“I’ll get you a fresh glass,” he added, like this was routine, and left the room.

Kaneki nodded faintly, already changing, movements slower than they should’ve been as he pulled on the track pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed, not getting into it yet. Kaneki’s fingers pressed lightly into the fabric. It smelled like Hide.

Hide came back a moment later, setting the glass of water on the bedside table with a quiet clink.

"You know you're allowed to actually get in the bed, right?"

Kaneki glanced at the pillow beside him. A small breath of a laugh escaped him, and he nodded.

Hide lingered for a second, looking at him. “…Alright. You all good? Need anything else at all?”

Kaneki shook his head. “No.”

“…You sure? Is that a real no?”

Kaneki nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor. Hide watched him for another second, trying to decide whether or not to believe him. Then he nodded once.

“Okay. Get some sleep.”

He turned and started to leave.

Kaneki’s stomach sank unexpectedly, the reaction so immediate that it startled him. Before he could think about it, his hand moved, fingers gripping the back of Hide’s shirt.

Hide stilled at the pull. He turned his head slightly, enough to look back.

Kaneki’s grip tightened. “…can you stay?”

Hide didn’t hesitate. “Yeah.”

Simple.

His hand lifted to the door, pushing it closed with a soft click as he stepped back in. Kaneki shifted across the bed without being asked, making space. Hide turned off the lamp before slipping in beside him. Close again. The mattress dipped as he settled, and he tugged the duvet up over both of them.

He paused.

Then, with a small grin Kaneki could just make out in the low light, he pulled it higher until it slipped over their heads completely, sealing them in. Kaneki blinked at him through the dark.

“We’re in a little cocoon.” Hide looked around at the little pocket of space they’d made, and something seemed to click. “This reminds me of that blanket fort we made when we were kids, you remember? We used every pillow in the house; we could barely even fit inside it.”

“Yeah, of course I remember. You fell asleep in ten minutes when we were meant to stay up all night.

“That’s how you know it was good.”

Kaneki let out a small laugh. Hide smiled, satisfied, then reached up and pushed the duvet back down again, letting it fall properly around their shoulders.

Kaneki’s eyes slipped closed for a moment. When they opened again, they were heavier than before.

Hide watched him for a second. “Bedtime?”

Kaneki gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight, Hide.”

“Goodnight.”

Hide pulled the blanket closer and closed his eyes, settling into his pillow. But Kaneki didn’t. He just looked at the shape of him in the dark. At the rise and fall of his breathing and the fact that he was here. Close enough to reach. He'd spent months refusing to think about this. Every time the thought surfaced, he'd pushed it away and told himself it wasn't possible. He told himself a lot of things. None of them felt particularly convincing now.

His throat tightened. Hide was here even though he knew. And somehow that made everything harder. It felt like he'd spent so long holding a door shut, bracing his entire weight against it, and now it had finally swung open. Everything he'd been keeping on the other side was pouring through at once, too much to sort through properly.

He swallowed it down and looked away like that might settle it.

It didn’t.

The space between them felt strangely obvious.  There wasn't much of it, but Kaneki was suddenly aware of how cold and empty it was. It caused this restless discomfort under his skin.

“You good?”

Kaneki glanced back.

Hide’s eyes were open again, watching him.

For a second the automatic answer rose to the surface.

Yeah. I'm fine.

But he was tired.

“...I don't know.”

The words surprised both of them.

“Yeah?” Hide shifted a little closer beneath the blankets. “Need anything?”

Kaneki opened his mouth, then closed it again. The answer felt frustratingly obvious and impossible to explain at the same time.

He wanted the strange tightness in his chest to go away. He wanted his thoughts to slow down. He wanted the overwhelming relief of knowing Hide was still here, still safe, still looking at him exactly the same way he always had, to stop feeling so heavy.

Mostly, he wanted the distance between them to stop existing. But saying any of that out loud felt ridiculous. So he just looked at him.

And Hide looked back.

Kaneki had spent so long avoiding this moment that the reality of it almost felt difficult to process. Months ago he'd convinced himself that if they ever saw each other again, everything would be different. He'd prepared himself for distance. Instead Hide had opened the door, let him inside, patched him up, listened to everything he had to say, and climbed into bed beside him without hesitating.

And now he was looking at him like he always had.

And somehow, Hide seemed to understand what Kaneki was thinking without Kaneki saying anything at all. Without a word, he moved closer, and Kaneki did too until they were pulling each other in. Kaneki’s arms came around him, pulling him close, needing to erase the space completely, and Hide met him with the same urgency. Kaneki’s head tucked under his chin instinctively, and his leg slipped underneath Hide’s, his body fitting so easily it felt rehearsed.

For a moment, all he could think about was how warm he was. He listened to Hide’s breathing, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Then he became aware of how tightly Hide was holding him. Only now, lying here in the dark, did it really occur to him that Hide had needed this too, maybe just as much. Because he could feel it now. Hide wasn't holding him like somebody offering comfort; he was holding him like somebody who needed it.

And so Kaneki held him tighter in response, because Hide deserved to be held back. And when Hide immediately relaxed further into the embrace, exhaling softly against the top of his head, it felt like confirmation.

For a while, Hide noticed that Kaneki kept holding on like his body still expected the moment to disappear if he relaxed too much. His fingers stayed pressed against Hide’s back, his breath uneven against his collar, every inhale catching slightly before it left him again.

But it faded slowly, settling, each breath a little deeper than the last as the tension bled out of him in pieces. The tightness in Hide's chest eased a little every time he noticed. Hide felt the weight of him change slightly as he relaxed properly for the first time.

Kaneki’s breathing eventually steadied, his body settling heavier against Hide’s like it was finally accepting the bed beneath him, the room around him, and the arms holding him in place.

The thought stayed with Hide for a moment. Because Kaneki had always carried everything alone, even before all of this. And now he was here, exhausted enough and safe enough to let somebody else hold some of that weight for a while.

Hide looked down at him.

Kaneki’s face was mostly hidden, tucked close, white hair messy against Hide’s shirt. His eyes were shut, his features finally soft and unguarded, one hand still curled loosely in the fabric of Hide's shirt.

His arms tightened slightly as something warm and aching spread through his chest.

Kaneki was here.

Actually here.

In his arms after all this time.

Hide waited. Still awake and listening until he was sure. When Kaneki didn’t stir again, Hide let out the smallest breath.

Good.

Without really thinking about it, Hide's hand drifted higher and gently combed through Kaneki's hair. Hide stayed awake a little longer, content to remain exactly where he was. Because after months of not knowing where Kaneki was, there was something almost unreal about knowing exactly where he was now. He didn't have to wonder tonight. He didn't have to imagine worst-case scenarios or dread that one day Kaneki’s name would stop appearing because there was nothing left to find. His imagination had supplied plenty of terrible possibilities.

Hide pressed his cheek lightly against Kaneki's hair and let himself enjoy the feeling for another minute. Only then did he let his own eyes close.

The air on Hide's balcony had that early morning chill to it. Kaneki held his cup in both hands, letting the heat soak into his fingers. Next to him, Hide leaned back in his chair, one foot hooked loosely around the leg, mug already halfway empty. He’d dumped an alarming amount of sugar into it earlier, claiming he was compensating for Kaneki drinking his coffee black.

“Hey,” he said, glancing over, “is your side all good now?”

Kaneki looked down, like he’d forgotten it was even there. “…Oh,” he said. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“That’s good.” Hide nodded. “Because dude, it would have been wildly inappropriate to comment on it in the moment, but when you took your shirt off, I was like, damn.”

Kaneki frowned faintly. “Huh?”

Hide gestured vaguely at him with his mug. “You know what I mean. Like totally jacked. I was not expecting that”

Kaneki looked down at his coffee, the tips of his ears turning red. “…I mean, yeah,” he said, a little awkwardly. “I guess I changed.”

“‘Changed,’” Hide echoed, unimpressed. “You were built like a stiff breeze last time I saw you.”

Kaneki let out a small breath through his nose, a smile creeping in.

Hide took another sip of his coffee, then tilted his head slightly. “You sleep alright?”

“Yeah.” Kaneki nodded. “…Really well, actually.”

And it was true. When he’d woken up, he’d spent a few seconds staring at the ceiling before he realised what felt so strange. He felt rested. Sunlight was coming through the gap in the curtains, and it was safe and quiet. No bad dreams had even managed to reach him, he slept through the whole night without waking up once.

Hide made a small sound like he’d expected that. “Yeah, I’d call you a liar if you said you didn’t.”

Kaneki glanced up. “…why?”

“You barely let me breathe. You were clinging on so tight that I eventually just gave up trying to move.“

There was something warm underneath it, though, like he wasn’t complaining at all.

Kaneki ducked his head, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks. “…Sorry.”

“Hey—no, no, no,” Hide said quickly, laughing. “No complaints. My heater’s been busted for like a week. I was actually warm for once.” Hide leaned back, like he’d just solved a problem. “Don’t even need to buy a heated blanket anymore.”

“…Oh. You mean—” Kaneki’s eyes widened just a fraction. “…You’re saying I should just—stay here?”

“Obviously.” Hide grinned. “Way cheaper this way.”

“That’s your reasoning?”

“No, idiot. I want you here either way.” Hide’s grin softened. “I'm just saying the free heating is a bonus.”

“No, I know. I mean… it does sound—” He stopped himself. “…is that a good idea?”

“What, do I snore or something? You can just kick me if I do.”

“No, you don’t! Not the—” Kaneki gestured vaguely, already flustered, “not the… sleeping part, I mean staying here longer.”

Hide watched him for a second. “You got somewhere better to be? You didn't seem to be in a hurry to go there last night.”

“I mean, I could go back. I just didn’t want to.”

It slipped out too easily. Kaneki blinked, like he heard it after it was already said.

“…but that’s not really the problem,” he added quickly, shaking his head, “The CCG knows about me. They know enough that I can’t simply stay somewhere and assume no one will notice. So if they realise I’m here…” He trailed off. “They could connect you to me.”

“They won’t.”

Kaneki let out a short breath. “Hide…”

“They won’t,” he repeated, like that settled it.

“You can’t just—” Kaneki stopped himself, trying again more carefully, “the CCG isn’t even the only danger. My entire life now exists inside a violent ecosystem, and anyone close to me is exposed to that simply by proximity. I’m just not safe to be around.”

He hesitated.

“I don’t regret coming here. But… I might if I stay too long and something actually happens to you.”

Hide went quiet, and the lightness that had carried the conversation this far seemed to disappear with it.

“…You’re not gonna leave me again, are you?”

There was something raw enough underneath it that Kaneki looked up immediately. Hide’s expression hadn’t changed much, but there was something in his eyes Kaneki hadn’t seen before. Genuine fear.

Kaneki’s breath caught slightly.

For a second he couldn't answer. He came here preparing for Hide to be angry or disappointed. But he hadn’t prepared himself for the look on Hide’s face now, because there was nothing angry about it.

And suddenly Kaneki was struck by how badly he wanted to say no. It didn’t feel like the responsible answer. It didn’t even feel like the smart answer. But it was the honest one. Because despite everything he'd told himself, the truth was that being here felt good. And that felt dangerous.

Last night was the first uninterrupted sleep he'd had in months. Maybe longer. For a few hours he'd been warm, comfortable, safe, and for the first time in a very long time he hadn't felt like he was bracing for something.

That should have reassured him. Instead it frightened him, because nothing had actually changed. The world outside was still waiting and the danger was still real. None of the problems he'd brought to Hide's doorstep had disappeared overnight.

And yet some part of him wanted to stay anyway. Because looking at Hide now, seeing that fear sitting bare in his expression, it suddenly felt much harder to keep pretending he was the only one who would be hurt by leaving.

“I don’t want to.” The admission slipped out before he could soften it into something more sensible. He pulled it back in. “But I’m trying to be realistic.”

Hide let out a sharp breath, sitting back slightly. “You love to decide everything for everyone else. Like you already know what they can handle.”

“I need you to actually think about this.”

“I am thinking about it.”

“You’re not. You’re acting like wanting me here badly enough somehow makes this safe.”

“I just got you back. You’re not going anywhere.”

Kaneki just stared at him, brows drawn together.

“I’m not doing this again,” Hide continued, words coming faster now, less filtered. “I’m not sitting around wondering if you’re alive somewhere while you decide I’d be better off without you.”

Kaneki’s chest twisted. “That’s not—”

“It is,” Hide cut in. “That’s exactly what you’re doing.”

Kaneki opened his mouth—

“Don’t.” Hide held up a hand. “You keep treating this like the only danger that matters is whether something happens to me because of you. As if you disappearing didn't hurt me too. You made that choice without me, and I spent months wondering whether I was ever going to see you again.”

Kaneki flinched slightly at that.

“You don’t get to do that again.” Hide added. “I can handle myself. And I can handle you. You’re not something I need to be kept safe from.”

Kaneki’s throat tightened, and his eyes started to sting. He couldn’t think of any good response to convince Hide. And it was starting to feel harder to want to.

“…You’re my family,” Hide said, softer this time. “So yeah, we stick together. You’re not leaving again.”

Kaneki’s vision had gone slightly unfocused somewhere in the middle of it, his brain catching up with everything that had just been said. He lowered his gaze again, bringing the cup up slightly, taking a small sip just to have something to do. His hands trembled against the ceramic.

Hide didn’t say anything else. He just put his mug down, and the chair scraped softly against the concrete as he stood. Kaneki looked up for a second, thinking he might be leaving. But Hide only walked to the edge of the balcony and rested both forearms on the railing, staring out across the city like he needed something solid in front of him.

Kaneki stayed where he was, staring down into his coffee again. Hide almost never got serious like that. He joked and deflected until things were easier to look at. Even when he was upset, maybe especially when he was upset, he usually found some way to make it sound lighter than it was. But now, that had slipped. And Kaneki had heard something desperate underneath his voice.

The thought hurt in a strange way, because Kaneki wasn’t used to being wanted like that. He wasn’t used to someone holding onto him with that much force, like his absence was something they couldn’t simply accept and survive around.

He thought of all the years he’d spent at his aunt’s learning how to take up less space than a person should. He remembered sitting quietly in his room because he didn’t want to bother anyone. Eating quickly. Cleaning up after himself. Speaking only when he needed to. Learning, slowly and without anyone having to say it directly, that some homes had room for you only if you made yourself easy to ignore.

Eventually, you figured out how much space you were allowed to take. Then you took less.

Maybe that was why being alone had always felt easier. Alone was simple. Nobody got hurt. Nobody got disappointed. Nobody had to put up with him. Nobody had to look at him and decide, eventually, that he was too much work to keep.

The uncomfortable part was realising how often he'd made that decision for people before they ever got the chance. Because it was easier to convince himself somebody would eventually leave than risk standing still long enough to find out whether they actually would. And somewhere along the way he'd convinced himself that losing Hide was inevitable too, and if it was going to happen anyway then maybe it was better to be the one holding the knife. The logic had always sounded reasonable inside his own head.

Sitting here now, watching Hide stand stubbornly at the railing after practically begging him not to leave again, it sounded a lot less convincing.

Especially because Hide had never treated him like he was too much. Not once.

Hide had always done the opposite. He showed up uninvited, sat too close, talked too much, dragged him into conversations, pulled him out of his own head whenever he disappeared too far inside it. Hide had spent years reaching for him as if it was obvious Kaneki belonged beside him.

And Kaneki had loved him for that.

His face warmed slightly, and he looked down harder at the coffee like that could make the word disappear.

Last night came back to him in pieces: the bed, the blankets, the weight of Hide’s arm, the way neither of them had questioned it. The way he’d grabbed Hide’s shirt before he could leave. The way Hide had stayed without hesitating. The way Kaneki had slept holding him for hours, apparently so tightly that Hide could barely move, and somehow none of it had felt strange while it was happening.

That was the problem. It should have felt strange. Because friends didn’t usually sleep like that. Friends didn’t usually hold each other all night like letting go was a risk neither of them wanted to take.

And he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d ended up at Hide’s apartment in the first place. His body had dragged him there before his thoughts could catch up, past every argument about danger and risk and how much better it would be to stay away. He’d been hurt, exhausted, lonely in a way he hadn’t wanted to admit, and the place he’d wanted most hadn’t actually been the apartment.

It had been Hide. No matter where he was.

The thought sat there, too clear to push aside. Maybe that was why leaving had been so easy to justify. Being around Hide was dangerous for both of them, yes, but it was also confusing. Being close to him had always been confusing, and Kaneki had always been very good at turning confusing things into things he didn’t have to examine.

He thought about how his attention always found Hide first. How he noticed when Hide wasn’t around. How being near him felt good in a way he had never let himself look at directly. How leaving had hurt more than it should have, not only because he was worried, but because some part of him hadn’t wanted to let go in the first place.

Protecting him had sounded better than being afraid. Better than the fear of needing someone that much, of wanting to stay. Fear of what would happen if he stopped running long enough to let someone matter in a way he couldn’t control.

Kaneki looked toward Hide again.

He was still at the railing, still turned partly away, still there. Waiting. Refusing to make the distance bigger just because Kaneki was used to doing exactly that.

And suddenly it seemed painfully obvious. Hide had spent years pulling him closer, and Kaneki had spent years stepping back before either of them could name what was happening. Now Hide was pushing against that distance with the same stubborn force Kaneki had once used to create it.

Family.

Hide had called them family, and he was right. It felt more true than best friends ever had. But somehow, after last night, even that didn’t quite hold all of it.

Family explained why Hide mattered. It didn’t explain the wanting. Because Kaneki hadn’t only wanted comfort. He had wanted Hide close. Wanted to be held by him, wanted to wake up beside him, wanted to stay in that space between them where everything felt quieter and easier. And the more he thought about it, the harder it became to pretend that that wanting had appeared out of nowhere.

Maybe it had changed. Or maybe it had been there for longer than Kaneki wanted to admit, buried beneath habit and fear and every reason Kaneki had ever given himself not to look at it too closely. Maybe it had needed something this strange and terrible to bring it close enough to see.

Kaneki stared into his coffee for a few more seconds before he set the mug down. The soft click of ceramic against the little table made Hide glance back over his shoulder.

Kaneki stood and crossed the balcony.

He stopped beside him, then turned and rested his back against the railing, facing inward while Hide still looked out across the city.

For a moment, Kaneki said nothing.

“I still think I’m right to be worried about you," he said finally. "The danger is real. It’s not something I invented because I was scared, and I don’t think I can just stop caring about that.”

Hide turned to face him, but Kaneki lowered his gaze.

“But I’ve been treating that as if it automatically means I have to leave, and maybe that’s the part I was wrong about. I kept telling myself that leaving was the responsible thing to do, and maybe part of me still believes that. But I shouldn’t act like I don’t understand what it did to you. Or like it didn’t hurt me too.”

Kaneki’s throat tightened.

“I… missed you so much. I just kept pushing it down. I wouldn’t let myself think about it, because if I did…” he exhaled quietly. “I don’t think I would’ve been able to stay away. And then last night…” Kaneki’s mouth pulled faintly at one corner, though there wasn’t much humour in it. “I was exhausted enough that apparently I stopped getting a say.”

Kaneki finally looked at him.

“So I guess no matter how hard I tried to push it down, some part of me still knew exactly where I wanted to be. So I shouldn't act like I don't want to stay just as badly as you want me to.”

His gaze stayed on Hide’s.

“I still have things I need to deal with. That hasn’t changed. But… I guess that doesn’t have to mean leaving you behind.”

Hide just stared at him at first. The hope in his face was so open that Kaneki felt something inside him give. Hide looked like he wanted to believe him, but was still waiting for the part where Kaneki changed his mind.

Kaneki couldn’t stand the thought of putting that expression on his face again. He could see with painful clarity that losing him again might break something neither of them knew how to put back together, and now it suddenly felt much harder to imagine walking away.

Maybe impossible.

“…So you’re staying?” Hide finally said.

Kaneki nodded.

The relief on Hide’s face was so immediate that Kaneki felt almost startled by it. Like the answer had taken something heavy off both of them at once.

Then Hide’s mouth split into a grin. He grabbed Kaneki around the waist and lifted him straight off the ground before Kaneki had time to work out what he was doing. Kaneki’s hands flew to his shoulders as the balcony swung around him. Hide laughed, turning once before setting him back down, but he didn’t let go. The moment Kaneki’s feet touched the floor, Hide pulled him in again, arms locking tightly around his back.

Kaneki froze for half a second, still catching up.

Then his arms came around Hide just as tightly.

Hide let out a long breath against Kaneki’s shoulder, the kind that seemed to empty him completely. Kaneki felt his whole body loosen with it.

For a few seconds, Hide just held him.

Then he pulled back enough to look at him.

“I get why you thought leaving was the right thing to do,” he said. “I do. You’ve spent so long trying to make sure nobody gets hurt because of you that of course your first instinct was to take yourself out of the equation.”

Kaneki’s gaze dipped, but Hide caught his face between both hands before he could look away completely.

“I’m not saying you were stupid for being scared. I'm just saying you don't get to decide that the safest version of my life is one where you’re not in it.”

Hide gave his head the tiniest shake between his hands, almost affectionate despite how serious he looked.

“So next time you get it into your head that disappearing is the noble thing to do, maybe remember I actually like having you around.”

A small smile tugged at his mouth.

“A lot.”

Kaneki stared at him, caught between Hide’s hands, and for once there didn’t seem to be anything left to argue with.

“…Okay,” he said.

Hide searched his face for another second before apparently deciding that was enough. His hands loosened, sliding away from Kaneki’s cheeks, though one lingered briefly at the side of his neck.

“Good.”

Below them, the city had started to wake properly. Traffic moved in a steady murmur between the buildings, somewhere a truck reversed with a distant electronic beep, and voices carried faintly up from the street before disappearing again beneath everything else.

Hide wandered back to the little table and picked up his mug. He glanced into it, thought better of taking a sip, and set it down again. Whatever was left in there had gone cold a while ago.

“Yeah, I guess that’s what you get for sitting outside in the middle of winter.”

Kaneki nodded toward the apartment. “I think there might be a solution to this.”

Hide looked at the door, then back at Kaneki. “You might be onto something.”

Kaneki smiled, properly this time.

Hide’s brows pulled together slightly as he smiled back, something warm and almost awed in the way he looked at him.

Then he picked up both mugs and headed inside.

This time, when Kaneki followed him in, he didn’t have to think about it.