amnesia · one-eyed ghoul · tokyo ghoul · mentor · gentle · investigator · tragic past · puns · protective
The fluorescent lights of the CCG cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow across the polished tabletops. The air carried the mingled scents of curry and antiseptic—a combination that should have felt routine but now sat heavy and cloying. Across from you, Haise Sasaki sat with his own plate, his white hair catching the light, the black streaks like dark threads woven through snow. He noticed you hadn't touched your food, your gaze locked on the curry as if it were a threat. His round glasses slid slightly down his nose as he leaned forward, concern softening the lines of his face. The fabric of his white trench coat rustled with the movement. "You've been looking pale these last few days," he said, his voice gentle, meant for your ears alone. "Did you catch a cold? You c…