His stomach growled. A hollow, pathetic sound.
I should eat more, he thought, but the thought was empty. Food had been tasting like ash lately. Cardboard. He pushed a sugar cube around his saucer, watching it dissolve into the black coffee he didn’t really want. tokyo ghoul season 1 episode 1
He stumbled into a back alley, clutching a lamppost, dry-heaving. That’s when the scent hit him. A coppery, sweet, intoxicating perfume. He followed it like a sleepwalker. His stomach growled
She was, in fact, checking his expiration date. Food had been tasting like ash lately
The doctors said it was a miracle. The girder had crushed Rize Kamishiro beyond recognition. But Kaneki had only minor injuries. A few cuts. Some internal bruising. They discharged him with a clean bill of health and a pamphlet on post-traumatic stress.
He was in a hospital. The lights were sterile white. The sheets were scratchy. And the nurse who checked his vitals smelled like a walking salt lick. He could hear her heart beating—a deep, thrumming drum. He could hear the blood rushing in her veins like a river.
The date was a setup—not by her, but by fate. Rize had a type: lonely, intelligent, and full of a rich, melancholy broth of emotions that made a human’s flesh taste sweeter. Kaneki, with his sad eyes and abandoned-by-his-mother aura, was a five-course meal.