Imagine Mura hopping into a ball pit with kids and with him being so tall, his feet actually touch the bottom and all the kids are screaming and crying because it looks like Mura’s head was decapitated.
“It’s strange – in the pit of your stomach. It’s like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down but the water is deeper than you thought. You can’t touch the bottom and your heart skips a beat.”
“Hide!” Kaneki grumbled for the fifth time, he watched the
other slowly pull his hand away and stare back with a pout.
“Just one piece?” Hide asked in a child like voice, the
blond’s stare moved from Kaneki who stared at him disapprovingly to the cookie
dough Kaneki had in front of him, ready to shape it into cookies.
“You said that before when you had some. If you keep going
we’ll have no cookies” Kaneki scolded. He began to carefully shape the dough with a
furrowed brow while glancing at Hide from the corner of his eye every few
Jutting his bottom lip out, Hide let out a loud huff.
moved behind the latter and leaned his front against Kaneki’s back, allowing
himself to rest his chin on Kaneki’s shoulder that stiffened at the sudden touch.
“Hide” Kaneki warned, trying not to let himself stutter from
the sudden nerves filling the pit of his stomach.
“Yeah, yeah no cookie dough…At least give me a kiss though.”
“What? No” Kaneki snapped.
“I guess I’ll steal this” Hide retorted, quickly reaching out
to snatch the bowl of dough from Kaneki’s hands.
Yelping at this Kaneki spun
around to quickly stop Hide; he snatched the pink bowl from Hide’s grasp and
grinned in victory.