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Glancing up to meet the reflection of his blue irises, hazy doubles of each object in the mirror were blinked away as she came down from her high. She outstretches an arm over the machine to catch her breath, never having felt such anguish in life before Gojo had taken her up on training together.

His body didn't drop a single sweat, it being evident in the way his breaths still synchronized and the smooth unbroken glide of his words.

Labor harsher than this wouldn't have managed to throw off his physical endurance either, that she knew.

"It's getting harder now, right?" A dumbbell drops onto the ground next to her, and his buttery voice seems to want to find this as a common struggle between them. She scoffs with the little amount of air left in her, angling her body over to place aching palms onto her knees. He replicates the movement and levels a smirk with her eyes.

"You know- maybe we should call it a day."

He isn't one to take sides. And he would let his usual clients call quits without a care. But he wants to push her to the brink of being sore the next day, weak and unwilling to move because of him. Would he be the proclaimed 'best trainer', if he didn't atleast try to hustle her?

He'd expected this, hearing her beg to stop after a certain duration of the workout just like every other session, keeping an eye on his watch like he'd anticipated it. His lanky body scuttles closer and the pale skin of his arms graze against hers.

The undoubtedly too positive mindest of his doesn't allow him to dismiss her, wanting to see her train long enough into becoming a panting mess. It amuses him, the idea of her becoming a competent sorcerer because he'd shown and trained her how to be one.

"A few more and we'll be done. Now get back in position."

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ kaneki ken x fem reader ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ 

Kaneki Ken, who greets you with an endearing kiss once he comes back from work at the tea shop. Lying down next to you to read his favorite book alongside the warmth of his beloved, passion laced in his voice when deciding to recite bedtime stories out loud.

Kaneki, who's conditioned his own sweet girl into familiarizing herself with the eyepatch he wore, more wary than usual whenever he was with you.                                                           

The one-eyed ghoul that after finding you again can't keep his hands off for the life of him. Wanting to get a good feel of everything he'd missed and engrave it into his head.

Your lover, after all this time, wanted to protect you from the monsters that hid within those that looked just like him. A simple, "I know.." and relief vents out from his entire being. Pathetic pecks to your face became hungry, craving more than just your understanding. He's clawing for redemption of his wrongdoings and wants to be salvaged from within you.

You don't need to question where he ran off to. The coincidental happenings revolving around an 'eyepatch ghoul' on the news were all your mind spiraled over when your boyfriend went missing. But it made more than sense. Because the second he was back in your arms, he had the solid stare of a tormented soul. Things he's seen that were once picturesque stories on a page of his books have come to life. And it was a nightmare.

His plentifully scarred self attaches itself to you at the hip, not wanting to let you go as easily as before.

For so much time lost, he wishes there was a reversal of every single one of his stupid choices: Fleeing from your side, from everything that was once so perfect. Leaving all of it for you to bear without him. 

He won't abandon you again, melting into your skin flush against his. Grinding against you and brushing his thumb over your clit, all that he wouldn't have the pleasure of feeling if he'd taken any longer to see you.

Kaneki hadn't changed much, still being the same emotional loverboy from before. It wasn't surprising when tears began to helplessly spill from his tainted eyes, unable to stop them from running like a faucet. He just missed you so much. His sobs and groans interchanged when your uncorrupted walls fluttered around him, tightening your grasp on his shoulders as he pulled you over himself.

"I hope you missed me as much as I did..."

It's impossible to yearn for his presence any less. You want to prove how right he was to believe that you did, hoping it amounted to the emotions he'd lost the key to when he left you. Your palms curl inwards into fists against his chest, your ass casting over his dick repeatedly when you bounced. As quickly as he'd misplaced the key, you're giving it to him again: how your brows furrowed when you were angry,  pouting when you were sad. He sees it all over again when your thighs hug him as tightly as your cunt did.

At his wit's end, he pulls out from beneath and comes on your tummy; He doesn't want to spoil any part of you. Soft murmurs tell you how sorry he is, that he'll turn the world upside down to get to you.

There's no doubt Kaneki can do it once more. You've seen it on the news.