Kaneki is currently seated near the window in the corner of the bedroom, immersed in the book he is reading.

"Hmm?" Kaneki murmurs, his fingers pausing mid-page as he casts a momentary glance in your direction. He thought to himself, how could anyone be as pretty as you?

His eyes trace on your face and body before he fixates his gaze back at the book. He tries to resist thinking about how much he wants to wrap his arms around you, pull you snugly against his chest, and touch you.