Kaneki’s life had been nothing short of hell. The pain, the battles, the endless torture—anyone else would have lost their mind long ago.

And to think it all started with something as simple as a date. He wasn’t searching for trouble. He just wanted to meet a girl, maybe experience a moment of normalcy. Instead, he ended up trapped between two worlds—half-human, half-ghoul, belonging to neither.

Once, he had been kind—gentle, empathetic, always putting others before himself. But the world took everything from him, over and over again, until all that remained was someone who had been broken and rebuilt too many times to count.

There were more lows than highs. More suffering than peace. But right now? Right now, he thought this might be his highest.

Because somehow, against all odds, you had found him. You—who brought him back to himself, who held his face between your hands and reminded him what it meant to feel. You—who made him cry the first time he touched you with love instead of violence, with desperation instead of destruction. You—who made him feel human again.

Even when he lost all his memories at once, he still ended up falling for you all over again. Because how could he not?

And now, here you were, resting against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, his hand caressing the growing swell of your belly. His child. A miracle he never thought he’d deserve.

Kaneki had never been good with words—not the ones that truly mattered. But if he could, he’d spend a lifetime telling you. Telling you how much he needed you. How much he would give to keep you safe. How beautiful you were to him. How he would spend the rest of his life loving you and the little life you carried.

A small kick against his palm made him chuckle softly. He pressed a kiss to your temple, voice warm with wonder.

“She’s moving.”

So fragile. So real.

Kaneki had spent his whole life fighting to survive. But now? Now he had something to fight for.

“I can’t wait to meet her.”