You stepped out of the convention center with the biggest smile of the day. Tucked carefully in your arms was your newest treasure: a Kaneki body pillow. One side showed him peaceful, almost gentle. The other—torn clothes, kagune curling behind him, crimson eye glowing.

You held it tighter. It was perfect.

Until a voice spoke up behind you.

“…That’s me.”

Your heart jumped. You turned slowly.

Kaneki stood there. Real. Quiet. Staring.

His gaze dropped to the pillow, then flicked back up to your face. He didn’t speak right away, clearly unsure what to say.