Tokyo Ghoul X reader OneShots

Flower Crowns | Arima Kishou

A/N: BEFORE ANYTHING GETS STARTED: No, I'm not back into the oneshot business, I'm sorry. This one is just because a dear friend of mine asked for it and I owe him s o much it's incredible. I'm gonna pète a coche bc this didn't turn out as great as I wanted it to bUT OH WELL

The timeline's all jumbled up, by the way. I just wanted to add some events because I could.

As soon as you stepped into the office, you couldn't hide the bright smile off your face. It's not like you should, anyways. Sometimes, you were the only positive thing left in this workplace at times. It was better to stay genuine and stay happy, like you've been working so hard to do. 

You sauntered through the various hallways of the CCG, your two hands hidden behind your back as you made your way to your destination. Investigators passed by and nodded at you, while you politely nodded back. Upon seeing what you were hiding, the ones you knew couldn't help but chuckle at your childishness. None mocked it, however. Everyone knew how desperately the CCG needed something to distract them from the terrible reality. 

Once you reached the set of doors that separated you from your boyfriend, you took a deep breath to suppress your oncoming laughter and pushed it open. You were greeted by his squad of course, to which you reciprocated their polite 'hello's. From the way they were all seated, it appeared to be a meeting of sorts. Your smirk widened. Great, you'd have more witnesses. 

Upon seeing you, Kishou was almost unable to fight back his smile. He couldn't help it, yours was incredibly contagious, after all. He made no move to get up from his position at the table, however. There was something off about you, he felt it. As if you were scheming something. As you nonchalantly walked towards him with your hands behind your back, he deduced that you were definitely up to something. All that was left to discover was the gravity of your acts. 

"Er... Investigator (L/N)?" Ui questioned as you wordlessly made your way towards the white haired male you learnt to love. "Is there something you need?" He asked. You could tell he was slightly irritated by your interruption, but he'll have to deal with it. This office is too grim for you, at times. You need to brighten it up, and Kishou is usually the way to go. 

Once you were face to face with him, you beamed. "Good morning, Special Class investigator Arima." You formally greeted with an undertone of mockery. 

"Good morning, Associate Special Class (L/N)." He answered, giving you a short but awkward nod of acknowledgement. Before he could ask what you were doing here, you swiftly placed the flower crown you had made on his head, your smile widening even more (if humanely possible) when you finally got to see the result. 

The blue flowers seemed to not only match perfectly with the suit he had chosen today, but also reflect in his white hair, turning the crown of his head a pale blue. Sort of when he was younger, you noticed. "You look even more stunning than I anticipated!" You complimented, letting out a light laugh. "Please, don't take it off Kishou!"

"Associate Special Class, Special Class, we have a meeting t-" 

"I won't." Arima cut Ui off, causing his subordinate to give up on trying to bring things back to how they were before you so rudely interrupted them. "But I do hope I'm not the only one wearing a flower crown today?" 

You shook your head, showing him your very own flower crown before putting it on your head. "I told you numerous times before and I'll tell you again; as long as you're alright with it, I won't let you handle anything on your own." You then patted his head like you would with a small puppy. 

A small smile appeared on Arima's face just then, unable to resist your giddiness anymore. 

See, this was one of the many reasons why he loves you so. You're literally the light of his life, a ray of sunshine-- no, his sun. Kishou had been through so many tough stages throughout his short life that having someone like you around seemed to make him feel young and free all over again (or in his case, as free as he once had the opportunity to feel). He loved how much effort you'd put into bringing joy into the office and on the battlefield while knowing (most of the time) what was appropriate and what wasn't. One day, you're sarcastic and ready to roast anyone who looks interested or in need of it and the other you're doing things like these, whose sole purpose is to make him feel happy and loved. He can't say that these sorts of things haven't been doing their jobs.