[ they are close like that and Kaneki's heart hammers in his chest. It's warm, it's really so warm.
"I like you, I think".
Kaneki thinks that to himself, but he knows he can't say it. That would be very unfair, wouldn't it? Unfair to Bakugou who'd have to answer that confession (and who, right now, is very drunk) and unfair to himself, because in the end Kaneki believes he can't have anymore than this - not when he is a ghoul, not when he killed someone, not when he is a monster. Of course he can't say it, nothing will come out of it.
He smiles instead and his hand reaches for Bakugou's hair to play with the orange locks. Maybe this will help him to fall asleep faster]
They are pretty blind right now. [ he ends up looking away though, embarrassed]
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"I like you, I think".
Kaneki thinks that to himself, but he knows he can't say it. That would be very unfair, wouldn't it? Unfair to Bakugou who'd have to answer that confession (and who, right now, is very drunk) and unfair to himself, because in the end Kaneki believes he can't have anymore than this - not when he is a ghoul, not when he killed someone, not when he is a monster. Of course he can't say it, nothing will come out of it.
He smiles instead and his hand reaches for Bakugou's hair to play with the orange locks. Maybe this will help him to fall asleep faster]
They are pretty blind right now. [ he ends up looking away though, embarrassed]
You are warm.