At first you thought that the encounter wouldn't really matter but soon you would realise that it had been quite life changing.
Dragging steps drowned in the amount of people that walked either in or against your direction, the dull eyes were fixed on the ground as you buried your nose in the scarf was loosely wrapped around the neck.
Wasn't it supposed to get warmer in March?
Apparently not since you were freezing your arse off outside.
You would love to stuff your hands, that were stiff from the cold, into the pockets of your black coat but they were busy with holding grocery bags and since you actually never wore gloves your hands were bound to deal with the cold on their own.
But it wasn't too bad since you preferred winter over the other three season anyway, so you didn't mind it when it got a little bit colder then actually assumed from the weather forecast.
You couldn't wait to get finally home. Your Playstation was already waiting for you to resume the game from yesterday and your freezing fingers already prickled with excitement to smash some buttons again.
The person that you would encounter soon was doing the same; the purple haired gourmet was currently heading to the hideout that was used by Kaneki and the others with a bouquet of lilies in his pale, large hands.
Of course the manner of his stature while walking was graceful: The back straight, chest slightly pushed forward while his shoulder did the same into the other direction. With his long legs he took elegant steps, his suit flamboyant and eye catching as always and the flowers in his arms were held like a small child.
Since Hinami would be there as well, Tsukiyama Shuu had decided to bring some of the plants that woman desired so much once again over and teach the young lady something about it– and secretly hoped to convince her to stop calling him the Flower Man. 
The purplenette quietly hummed a foreign tune, totally in peace with the world around him.
But then he came to a stop. His whole body froze and his breath quickened as a sweet scent started to tickle his nostrils. A scent that he had never smelled before.
With his eyes wide open, he stood there while the smell got stronger and stronger until it was the only thing that was left in his mind.
His whole mind went blank with his nares coated in the sickly sweet, nearly irresistible scent until the person that caused all this ruckus was walking right passed him.
Quickly, out of instinct, Tsukiyama grabbed the person's wrist.
At the feeling of your skin being touched, you stopped clumping and looked over your shoulder with dull, yet piercing, lilac eyes .
“Sir, do you mind letting me go?”, you asked him with your gruff voice being muffled by the scarf that was eating half of your face.
Right after those words being said, the purplenette let go of your wrist as he tried to contain his ghoul side.
Your scent was just so... appealing!
It was so unique like Kaneki's but at the same time so different!
It made him nearly go crazy.
He wanted you.
No, he needed you!
“Oh, I'm sorry, monsieur. I apologise for my rude behaviour”, he smiled with narrowed eyes and the fingertips of the just used hand slightly touched his chest as he continued: “My name is Tsukiyama Shuu and you are?”
Your reply was blunt and snarky as you turned your head away again into its previous position, just missing the sharp gaze of the taller male that he was giving you and resumed to walk.
Tsukiyama didn't know if he should feel aroused or aroused by your behaviour.
And since they are the same he had no other option then feel this way.
After two steps were taken, you came to a halt again and took a deep breath or rather took in his scent this time.
“You know, mister. You smell awfully bloody. I suggest you to hide it better, Ghoul-san.”
With that you disappeared in the crowd, leaving the taller male behind who lustfully licked over his own lips with his slippery tongue and tugged slightly on his collar to loosen up the knot of his tie since he suddenly started to feel warmer then before while a familiar throb was felt down his south as he stared after your orange head.
Oh, he really couldn't wait to eat you up.
While he was left there you were glad that the purple haired male wasn't following you.
'What a creep', you thought and scrunched your nose in disgust. 'At least he's gone now. What a prick. Everytime the same shit when I leave the house, some stupid ghoul comes and tries to eat me, only this time he didn't want to eat me but was all touchy. Disgusting.'
You sighed mentally.
Somehow you knew deep down that that wouldn't be the last time you'd see him.
And sadly you were right.