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Ayato has adapted. Life wouldn't allow him to continue on if he didn't. But... this situation was rather off. He didn't know how to handle it. There was no way for him to adapt, he'd think. Maybe he was right. After all, the relationship between you both had its strains. Was he doing a good job? Meeting the qualifications he didn't think about?
You don't speak, and neither does he. It's a rather uncomfortable silence. Ayato tries uttering a few words, but they fall on deaf ears. He tries getting a read on your expression. Blank. Your eyes unblinking, staring silently at the television. It was like you refused to smile. It was beyond his knowledge as to why. Ayato coughs, effectively gaining a speck of your attention. He'd treasure it.
"Do you need something?" your voice smoothly inquires. Ayato shakes his head, his messy blue locks following suit. 'Your attention would be rather nice,' he thinks. Those are words you don't say out loud.
"No. Go back to watching your show." He responds, faster than the crack of a whip. You sigh, but do just that. The screen was vibrant, and colorful. Ayato had considered asking you if something was wrong, but he was hesitant. He figured that he would be the cause of said thing. Since he was a coward in his own way, he'd glue his mouth shut.
His eyes stray down to his pocket. There was more than one thing he was pondering on asking you. The ladder was more serious and nerve racking than a simple, "are you alright?" He couldn't do either at this point. Ayato found a sudden interest with the window. Not even the contents outside it, just the window.
"Ayato." You softly call. He whips his head towards you. He dug his nails into his skin, chanting in his mind to not mess this up. The build up to the question was important, in his opinion. He needed to ask you. The stress and weight it was putting on his shoulders multiplied with each passing day. It was honestly the reason why he had been so irritable and slightly distant.
You turn the television off, and focus solely on him.
"You've been acting extremely off lately," you murmur with a sigh, "is it something I did? Please, if I need to apologize for something or-"
"It's not that. You did nothing wrong, dummy." Ayato curtly responds, looking to the side once more. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. He wanted to groan in frustration, but that'd give off a bad vibe to you. The frustration he felt was far from directed towards you, it was towards himself. Ayato was just bad at expressing that.
He shuffles. With that, he feels the weight in his pocket to move around. Ayato licks his lips, anxiously. He could do this. Ayato had lost count of how many times he had practiced in his mind, thinking how the scenario would go. Real life shouldn't be too hard, right? Once he takes a deep breath, he shuffles closer to you.
Your eyes dart to him, a gentle smile on your lips. In your eyes, whatever angst he was feeling had passed. Even if he didn't want to talk about it, that was perfectly fine with you. Whatever he was comfortable with. The bit you weren't expecting to see, however, was the nervousness glimmering in his normally cocky eyes.
Ayato's moistened hand shakily moves to his sweatshirt's pocket. Much faster than he had intended, he whips the small box out. In such a fashion it almost hit your face - but luckily, your reflexes made you move in time.
"Ayato, what the he-" You stare at the box, cutting yourself off early. Your hand flies to your mouth. Was this happening? For the millionth time today, Ayato was unable to look at you. A pinkish hue was dusted over his cheeks, and his eyebrows were knitted together.
"Marry me..." Ayato trails off, "idiot." He adds. Each passing second ticked away sluggishly, only adding onto the anxieties Ayato's head nourished. You took a moment to steady your offbeat breathing, and tried to relax your tense muscles.
As much as you wanted to say yes and live happily ever after, that wasn't plausible. You were ghouls in a world where being anything but human was rejected. At the same time, the risk of dating one another was still there. It wasn't as big of a commitment as marriage in your eyes. Regardless, you knew of the heart fluttering emotion that you had garnered for him. The loud thumping of your heart proved that.
It was going to be a heavily troublesome yet rewarding journey, but...
"Yes," your voice weakly proclaims in a whisper, "I want to marry you, Ayato." Ayato cautiously peeks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of his astonished expression. No wonder he was acting so miserable for the past few days. He truly thought you'd say no or worse.
"R-really?" He can't help but double check. The thought of someone wanting to date him in the first place was rather foreign, he was an asshole after all. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. Marriage was forever, or at least he thought, so he couldn't help the fact his mouth was agape.
A small chortle escapes your lips, and you leap forward. This catches poor Ayato off guard, and you practically hug tackle him to the ground. Ayato goes down with an oomph, and you cheerily smile at him. He just stares up at you, and quietly slides the ring onto your ring finger.
"Don't do anything stupid with it." Ayato grumbles, and you just nod your head. Ah, even in a joyful moment, Ayato could still be a pissbaby. But you loved that aspect of him regardless.
"This is so thrilling! Oh, I won't go overboard about the wedding or anything. It can be a small one. Maybe on the beach? Oh, and at least we won't have to pay for food." you babbled. Ayato flicks your forehead, and rolls his eyes. He knew you wouldn't blow it out of proportion.
"I'll leave that crap to you." Ayato won't confess the he liked seeing you in such an ecstatic state. The smile that was coating your lips caused a flood of emotions inside of himself, and a faint hammering of his heart to increase. You place a peck on his lips, causing him to blink in confusion, before bolting off the couch.
"I have some friends I want to call, if you don't mind," You explain before he can complain about you leaving, "I love you, Ayato!" You excliam, before skipping out of them room. Ayato's face that had finally manage to cool itself ignited into a blush once again. He sticks his lip out, and looks down at the floor.
"I love you too... idiot."
You don't speak, and neither does he. It's a rather uncomfortable silence. Ayato tries uttering a few words, but they fall on deaf ears. He tries getting a read on your expression. Blank. Your eyes unblinking, staring silently at the television. It was like you refused to smile. It was beyond his knowledge as to why. Ayato coughs, effectively gaining a speck of your attention. He'd treasure it.
"Do you need something?" your voice smoothly inquires. Ayato shakes his head, his messy blue locks following suit. 'Your attention would be rather nice,' he thinks. Those are words you don't say out loud.
"No. Go back to watching your show." He responds, faster than the crack of a whip. You sigh, but do just that. The screen was vibrant, and colorful. Ayato had considered asking you if something was wrong, but he was hesitant. He figured that he would be the cause of said thing. Since he was a coward in his own way, he'd glue his mouth shut.
His eyes stray down to his pocket. There was more than one thing he was pondering on asking you. The ladder was more serious and nerve racking than a simple, "are you alright?" He couldn't do either at this point. Ayato found a sudden interest with the window. Not even the contents outside it, just the window.
"Ayato." You softly call. He whips his head towards you. He dug his nails into his skin, chanting in his mind to not mess this up. The build up to the question was important, in his opinion. He needed to ask you. The stress and weight it was putting on his shoulders multiplied with each passing day. It was honestly the reason why he had been so irritable and slightly distant.
You turn the television off, and focus solely on him.
"You've been acting extremely off lately," you murmur with a sigh, "is it something I did? Please, if I need to apologize for something or-"
"It's not that. You did nothing wrong, dummy." Ayato curtly responds, looking to the side once more. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion. He wanted to groan in frustration, but that'd give off a bad vibe to you. The frustration he felt was far from directed towards you, it was towards himself. Ayato was just bad at expressing that.
He shuffles. With that, he feels the weight in his pocket to move around. Ayato licks his lips, anxiously. He could do this. Ayato had lost count of how many times he had practiced in his mind, thinking how the scenario would go. Real life shouldn't be too hard, right? Once he takes a deep breath, he shuffles closer to you.
Your eyes dart to him, a gentle smile on your lips. In your eyes, whatever angst he was feeling had passed. Even if he didn't want to talk about it, that was perfectly fine with you. Whatever he was comfortable with. The bit you weren't expecting to see, however, was the nervousness glimmering in his normally cocky eyes.
Ayato's moistened hand shakily moves to his sweatshirt's pocket. Much faster than he had intended, he whips the small box out. In such a fashion it almost hit your face - but luckily, your reflexes made you move in time.
"Ayato, what the he-" You stare at the box, cutting yourself off early. Your hand flies to your mouth. Was this happening? For the millionth time today, Ayato was unable to look at you. A pinkish hue was dusted over his cheeks, and his eyebrows were knitted together.
"Marry me..." Ayato trails off, "idiot." He adds. Each passing second ticked away sluggishly, only adding onto the anxieties Ayato's head nourished. You took a moment to steady your offbeat breathing, and tried to relax your tense muscles.
As much as you wanted to say yes and live happily ever after, that wasn't plausible. You were ghouls in a world where being anything but human was rejected. At the same time, the risk of dating one another was still there. It wasn't as big of a commitment as marriage in your eyes. Regardless, you knew of the heart fluttering emotion that you had garnered for him. The loud thumping of your heart proved that.
It was going to be a heavily troublesome yet rewarding journey, but...
"Yes," your voice weakly proclaims in a whisper, "I want to marry you, Ayato." Ayato cautiously peeks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of his astonished expression. No wonder he was acting so miserable for the past few days. He truly thought you'd say no or worse.
"R-really?" He can't help but double check. The thought of someone wanting to date him in the first place was rather foreign, he was an asshole after all. He knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. Marriage was forever, or at least he thought, so he couldn't help the fact his mouth was agape.
A small chortle escapes your lips, and you leap forward. This catches poor Ayato off guard, and you practically hug tackle him to the ground. Ayato goes down with an oomph, and you cheerily smile at him. He just stares up at you, and quietly slides the ring onto your ring finger.
"Don't do anything stupid with it." Ayato grumbles, and you just nod your head. Ah, even in a joyful moment, Ayato could still be a pissbaby. But you loved that aspect of him regardless.
"This is so thrilling! Oh, I won't go overboard about the wedding or anything. It can be a small one. Maybe on the beach? Oh, and at least we won't have to pay for food." you babbled. Ayato flicks your forehead, and rolls his eyes. He knew you wouldn't blow it out of proportion.
"I'll leave that crap to you." Ayato won't confess the he liked seeing you in such an ecstatic state. The smile that was coating your lips caused a flood of emotions inside of himself, and a faint hammering of his heart to increase. You place a peck on his lips, causing him to blink in confusion, before bolting off the couch.
"I have some friends I want to call, if you don't mind," You explain before he can complain about you leaving, "I love you, Ayato!" You excliam, before skipping out of them room. Ayato's face that had finally manage to cool itself ignited into a blush once again. He sticks his lip out, and looks down at the floor.
"I love you too... idiot."
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Since it's fluff month, I knew I would need to write a proposal story. And who better than trash personified, Ayato Kirishima?
So here's a bit of fluffy goodness of Ayato being an awkward unromantic loser (▰˘◡˘▰) he tries so hard. So, so hard.
The other Tokyo Ghoul characters I want to write fluffy stories about are Tsukiyama, Kaneki, and Akira. I'm not sure if I'll get around to all of them, but I'm going to try! I love writing for Ayato, so I'll probably throw in another fluffy one-shot with him too before the month is over ヘ(^_^ヘ)
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I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
So here's a bit of fluffy goodness of Ayato being an awkward unromantic loser (▰˘◡˘▰) he tries so hard. So, so hard.
The other Tokyo Ghoul characters I want to write fluffy stories about are Tsukiyama, Kaneki, and Akira. I'm not sure if I'll get around to all of them, but I'm going to try! I love writing for Ayato, so I'll probably throw in another fluffy one-shot with him too before the month is over ヘ(^_^ヘ)
Picture credit:www.pixiv.net/member_illust.ph…
I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
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oof
awkward unromantic loser should be my definition👌
cause all of my friends are dating except for me :')
awkward unromantic loser should be my definition👌
cause all of my friends are dating except for me :')