{ inferiority complex // naki + kaneki }
Naki couldn’t help it. He knew it was childish and a waste of time, but something always compelled him to seethe at those he saw studying. It’s not like he was /completely/ illiterate, he could write his name just fine.
It was one thing when humans studied, that was normal, expected. But when ghouls studied, Naki would stew in annoyance. What was the point of a ghoul to study, to go to a human filled school and trudge through that work? Sure, building bonds and then eating them sounded fun but to pretending to be one of them? It made him sick.
Or so he thought, to keep himself from crying.
What really got Naki about the sight of someone holding a book was a feeling of mystery, of being left out. How could those marks on paper make somebody laugh, cry, /feel/? How could they form beautiful movies inside someone’s head?
And so Naki couldn’t help himself as he stormed up to what he deemed a college student, first drawn by his ghoul like scent. But as he got closer, this book reading stranger smelled more human. Although caught somewhat off guard, Naki continued his attack. A subtle hip check to the table cause a precarious cup of coffee to teeter and spill, causing deep brown rivulets to start and onslaught towards the student’s papers.
