Tokyo Ghoul X reader OneShots

Propositions | Abara Hanbee

A/N: okayokay this is fluff I promise take it as an apology for my previous one shot because that was awful in so many ways. 

You leaned forwards, eyes narrowing, mouth slightly agape. You repeatedly tapped your space bar on your computer, playing the instant relentlessly as you tried to figure out what was wrong with just that part.

You leaned back with a frustrated sigh, checking in your drafts to see if everything was the same in there.

"What the hell..." You muttered under your breath as you looked through the numerous sheets of paper sitting on your desk. "What's wrong with the measure? It's not the piano, and the trombones are fine, and..." You kept talking like that while you looked through your stuff, the measure still playing on your computer, trying to find just what was wrong with the piece you were composing.

"Why'd I compose such a confusing piece? That's like overly complicated..." You sighed, taking out a few music sheets to keep working on it. You hated this part of composing with a passion, even if you loved composing as a job. It just took so much of your time, even if you were pretty free when it came to it, getting to work at home without a deadline and all...

The problem was when you started to compose, you couldn't stop since you were afraid you'd loose all concentration and inspiration. Sometimes, you'd be working for 72 hours at a time, only briefly stopping to bolt to the kitchen and return with a fruit or two and a very caffeinated drink. It wasn't healthy, you knew it, but old habits die hard, you suppose.

The only down side was not getting to see your boyfriend because of it. Usually, you'd meet up around lunch time to go out and spend time together, then you'd accompany him back to work and go out in town, only to get back once he finished work altogether and you'd walk him back home. You did that every day, save for times like this, which hadn't happened yet in the eighteen months the two of you were together. He must be getting worried sick... You're surprised he hadn't called you yet to check on you. Maybe you should give him a call soon... But that'd distract you from work, and you couldn't have that.

A loud knock on your apartment door made you jolt.

"I'll be there in a minute!" You yelled out, hoping who ever it was heard you.

Going back to the score you were creating, you face palmed. It appears the intruding sound awakened your ears. "Of fricking course, it's always the french horn." You groaned, changing the note to the correct one both on the computer and on your drafts, writing down a few other things in the process.

With that, you forced yourself to get up from the comfy desk chair, stumbling towards the front door, swinging it open with an annoyed expression on your face. Just when you discovered your problem and could move forwards...

"What is it?" You asked before you could register who was actually standing in front of you.

"Listen, I'm really sorry for coming over, I know you don't want to see me, but I swung by to tell you that I understand and respect your decision, (Y/N). I'm sorry I wasn't good enough." The tall man in front of you said, frowning. Oh, shit...

"Hanbee?" You asked the obvious. Apparently staying hauled up in your apartment made your brain dumb. "What are you- I'm not... What are you saying, of course you're good enough!" You said, pulling him into your home and closing the door once he was in. "What are you thinking?" You asked, slightly worried.

"Well, I... I noticed you weren't coming by the office anymore, and I assumed it was because you finally realised that you deserve better than me-"

"Abara, I could smack you right now." You sighed. Using his last name felt weird, you hadn't used it in a long time. Ever since he saved you from that ghoul, way back before the two of you were dating, actually... "I'm not breaking up with you, I'm just engrossed in work right now, is all. I love you, sweetheart."