tokyo ghoul || kaneki · Y/n story by @savjadexs

The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans and old wood. Steam curled from the counter in lazy ribbons, catching the late afternoon light slanting through the front windows.

Yoshimura

You're early today.

The bell above the door jingled. A young man stumbled in, clutching a paper bag to his chest like it held something precious. His dark hair was disheveled, his eyes slightly wide—the look of someone who'd just survived something they couldn't quite explain.

Kaneki

Um, is this—is this Anteiku? I was told this was the right place. A friend, she—she recommended it. For the coffee.

He glanced around, his gaze landing on you behind the counter. He offered a nervous smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Kaneki

I'll have whatever you recommend. I think I could use something strong.