As we walked together towards the storage area where we would give the coffee beans, I couldn't help but ask.
"So you work for a coffee shop or something similar?"
Touka looked at me with a stoic gaze and nodded while looking ahead again. I shook my head, the young woman hummed lightly as we walked.
If my speculations are right, then Touka is the same age as me right now. Then that means it is the start of Tokyo Ghoul.
"Miki-san, are you a young master by any chance?"
Hmm? This question caught me off-guard.
"Apparently I am." I chuckled awkwardly while running my fingers through my hair.
I think Japanese women don't have the same disgust that normal Chinese women hold towards generic young masters. Of course, these are facts based on what I know from novels, it can be different.
She nodded, "You are rich, you have family, you are handsome. You have everything you need."
"Yes yes. Praise me more." I subconsciously muttered.
She froze, not in disgust but in shock. Seeing that she would soon be monologuing too, I took this opportunity to get some guilty points.
"Actually. My parents are dead, it's just my grandfather who is alive. He is my only family 'at the moment'."
A look of realization dawned upon her. We were pretty similar to each other. She too didn't have parents, she has a brother while her family is Anteiku, the old man in the coffee shop must be her grandpa figure.
I smiled bitterly. She too was as f.u.c.k.e.d. up like me. My original parents had divorced leading me to mature at an early age while in my new life, my parents were dead.
Sometimes I feel that I might be a psychopath at borderline insane. Maybe I should go see a therapist but knowing myself I will probably try to seduce her.
Fun fact in my original life I was studying to become a therapist. They say that people fall for the ones who take care of them during their worst times and listen to them out completely. Take advantage when emotionally vulnerable.
Ez peazy women squeazy.
Plus I enjoy the way I am. No responsibility, no remorse, I might be an empty shell.
Nah let's be realistic, I would get big bucks if my profession was comedy. I would make a great kamedian.
She too had a bitter smile and looked at me with an expression as if she found someone who she could mutually understand.
"Guess we are similar huh?"
I smiled back at her, a warm one. No, my lady, we are the complete opposite.
The entire journey to the supply store in the dome, we didn't speak and simply enjoyed the tranquil silence.
I felt my mind empty, truly at peace. Touka gave me some glances from time to time but I ignored them.
When we finally reached, a coffee stall was in the making. I followed Touka to keep the coffee bean jars.
After keeping them she bowed and spoke with a warm smile, her face opposite to her usual stoic one.
"Thank you for help."
I waved my hand.
"It was nothing. Let's meet again Touka."
She nodded with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Let's meet again, Miki."
She was indeed beautiful. Her personality was calm and amiable, she was the ideal type of woman I would desire in my previous life.
A perfect one. Beautiful, clever, kind, and badass.
I pointed in a random direction.
"What is that?"
She frowned upon seeing where I was pointing and subconsciously tilted her head. I moved in, close contact with her, and gave her a quick peck on her cheeks.
"I wasn't joking when I said that I want you to be my family," I whispered into her ears before vanishing in mid-air by using stealth.
After that I didn't bother to see her reaction, my one hand was in my pocket, and only when I left the hallway from Touka's view did I start to act like Bully Maguire.
Snapping fingers at every woman's booty and winking at them while break dancing.
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Anteiku, one of the most prominent and oldest coffee stores in all of Japan was planning on setting up a stall during the God of Highschool tournament.
It seems that the audience had been too enthusiastic, all the coffee beans that they had were finished in making different kinds of coffees.
Hence I had gone to the original shop to bring the coffee beans stored over there.
When I came back, I noticed that the preliminaries had ended that meant that soon the next stage of the tournament would begin.
I came at the right moment, people will probably buy as much coffee as possible since it is evening and the tournament will begin at night or late evening.
On my way, I noticed a kid with broccoli for hair, anyone would have noticed him. He was scribbling faster than a doctor and muttering something at light speed making it seem gibberish.
Suddenly he tripped on his own feet. If he would fall then he would probably bump into me hence I had no other choice but to save him.
I can't show anything supernatural or ghoulish because ghouls are not part of society and are ostracized.
Just as I was ready to act my part and save him, some guy put his leg against the face of the broccoli hair not letting his face touch the ground.
I followed the direction of the leg and came across a dashing guy who seemed like my age. He had a different kind of hair, making me wonder if he dyed it.
He seemed kind of rude since he didn't even save the broccoli kid properly and simply used his leg. I was going to the same since my hands were filled with coffee bean jars.
However, a book shouldn't be judged by its cover. The man was quite cool and not at all rude. He seemed like the type who could get along with anyone.
Most of the time I dislike people like that but I didn't feel the same with him plus I didn't have an urge to bite into his flesh.
That was a surprise to me. He had no scent like humans. I didn't feel hungry at all to the point that I wondered if he was a human. Maybe he was a ghoul however it didn't seem like it.
I waa genuinely flustered when he asked me to be his family. I can't really describe my emotions. Happy, embarrassed? That's it I guess.
Apparently, his family situation was similar to mine. It made me feel that we were two souls alike.
Despite my speculation of him being the type I disliked, he was not talkative, I enjoyed the calm silence with him. That made me review my opinion on him again.
He was totally my type!
That doesn't mean I have fallen for him or anything. Would society even accept us? Moreover, what would his reaction be when he would come to know that I am a ghoul? Probably disgusted.
We had no fate with each other. This was probably the only time we would meet and our last encounter.
Oh, how I was wrong. I would come to know in the future.
When we reached the stall, he surprised me with a kiss on my cheeks. I could feel his hot breath when he whispered into my ears.
A shudder had gone through my body, his raspy voice was just too damn s.e.x.y.
I definitely felt embarrassed. I didn't want to acknowledge but I was forced to. This was the first time I felt my heart tremble for someone.
"Miss Touka, you are back. Good work." Said a scrawny young man with black hair, wearing the standard Anteiku waiter uniform, consisting of black trousers and a grey waistcoat over a white dress shirt, and a brown necktie.
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This was Ken Kaneki. The only human employee in our coffee shop. We hired him to not raise any suspicions.
I don't like or dislike Kaneki, both at the same time but I don't know why...I feel my heart heavy and am choking on my saliva.
Why am I feeling guilty?