Kaneki:

Kaneki stared at the bathroom door for some time, unmoving. Then, with a mental effort, he shook himself, forcing his way through the sheer shock of the encounter. Pushing it from his mind as best he could, he moved to the television and, as Suzuya had requested, plugged the game console into his system. He shot the open doorway an anxious glance. His landlord was probably gonna kill him when he found out about the broken door. Once again, however, that was something that Kaneki could not currently help, and so he pushed it from his mind for the moment. His task completed, he stood, glancing over to the bathroom door where the faint sounds of humming could be heard over the gentle hiss of running water. Suzuya was a strange one, no doubt about that.

More for something to do than anything else, Kaneki moved to the kitchen, pulling out a number of his cooking supplies and setting to work on preparing some food. From what Shinohara had said, he was pretty sure Suzuya didn't tend to eat much, and it wasn't as if Kaneki could eat any of this stuff himself anymore. He flicked the switch on the stove top with a sigh, and began to cook.

Suzuya:

The boy stepped out of the shower and stretched, his muscles springing and snapping slightly as he pulled them taut. He searched the small bathroom for a few minutes, eventually finding a fresh, fluffy white towel, and wrapping it loosely around his waist to cover himself. He stooped slightly, taking his knees in his hands and using the leverage to shake himself like a dog, his hair flinging a spray of water throughout the otherwise pristine looking room.

A faint smell wafted beneath the doorway, catching the boy's attention. He raised his head, heading for the door and prying it open silently. He stuck his head outside, glancing around. The smell was stronger now. The smell of eggs and meat and frying things, enough to make his mouth water. Suzuya glanced from side to side, trying to find the source. The smell was stronger to his left. Suzuya grinned, stepping back out into the main room of the apartment on the tips of his toes. As he rounded the corner separating the small living room from the even smaller kitchen, he caught sight of Kaneki, pottering around with a frying pan that was apparently the source of the mouthwatering aroma. Kaneki had his back turned to Suzuya. He probably hadn't noticed him. An evil little idea crossed the pale boy's mind and he began to move forward slowly, making nary a single sound.

Suzuya advanced on the unsuspecting boy, tying the towel around his waist in a knot so as to free up his hands to cover the eyes with. Four steps away, three steps away. Suzuya reached out his hands, fingers splayed as he coiled to pounce.

"You know I can smell you there, right?" Kaneki asked, using a spatula to flip some unnameable little delicacy onto its other side in the pan.

Kaneki:

"Awww! No fair!" Suzuya moaned, his shoulders slumping slightly in disappointment. "I wanted to surprise you!"

Kaneki let out a small chuckle, shaking his head and turning to face the other boy.

"Trust me, Suzuya, you've already surprised me plenty toda- ... why are you naked?"

"I'm not naked," the pale boy replied, cocking an eyebrow. "I'm wearing a towel, see?" He pointed to the fluffy bundle fastened securely around his waist. Now that Kaneki had the chance to look, it became obvious that Suzuya was trembling slightly, his body shaking from head to toe.

"Jesus, Suzuya," Kaneki muttered, placing the pan back down on the stove and turning it off before setting off at a jog for his bedroom. "You're shivering. Did you not know how to use the hot water?"

"I don't mind the cold," Suzuya replied brightly, his teeth chattering just a little as he spoke. "Hey, what are these? Can I have some?"

"What?" Kaneki asked, rifling through a small set of drawers beside his bed before returning to the kitchen, a bundle of mismatched clothing bunched together in his arms. "Here, put these on, you'll catch a cold going around like that, okay?" He stopped speaking when he saw that Juuzou was paying him practically no attention, eyes apparently fixed on the stuffed omelettes still sizzling slightly in the frying pan. "Oh," he muttered. "Those. Well, yeah, you can have some. I made them for you, after all, but you need to get dressed first."

Hearing this, Suzuya grinned, his eyes going wide and surprisingly glittery.

"Deal!" He hooted, turning and grabbing the assorted bundle out of Kaneki's arms, before immediately moving to unfasten the towel around his waist and letting it fall to the floor with a soft sound.

"H-hey!" Kaneki shouted, covering his eyes. "I meant you should get dressed somewhere else!"

The other boy let out a lighthearted little chuckle.

"What's the problem, Kaneki? Afraid you'll see something you like?"

"I- What?" Ken asked, utterly back-footed. "No! That's not the point! You're not supposed to just get naked in someone else's kitchen! It's... I don't even know what that is!"

"Yup!" Suzuya replied, his voice taking on a musical, teasing quality. "That's totally what it is! Don't lie, Kaneki. I know you think I'm sexy. I'm dressed now, by the way."

"For the love of all that is holy, Suzuya," Kaneki replied frustratedly, uncovering his eyes. "Are you clinically insane?"

"Nope," the white haired boy replied with a grin. "Just borderline. And you can trust that diagnosis cuz I get a new one from my therapist every week! You have weird clothes, you know that?." He gestured to the loose grey hoodie and track pants that Kaneki had supplied him with, before shifting slightly against the fabric. "Comfy, though."

"Okay, first up," Kaneki started, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. "It's good to hear you have a therapist. Secondly, sorry, those are the only clothes I had that were small enough to fit you." Once he had managed to restore what felt like a decent amount of his composure, Kaneki opened his eyes just in time to see Suzuya reaching a hand out to grab one of the omelettes from the pan, still sizzling away in a layer of boiling oil. Kaneki began to reach out to stop him, too late. Suzuya withdrew his hand from the hot surface, wincing. "... Would you like me to get you a plate?" He asked, managing for the most part to keep his voice free of sarcasm.

"Why's it hot?" Suzuya asked, curious, a small ice-pack pressed to his burned hand as he watched the other boy potter around the kitchen preparing his food. "I'd have thought it'd be eating temperature. You know, like most food is."

At this point, Kaneki had made a decision. Suzuya was clearly an oddity, so he would do his very best to take the boy's actions at face value, if at all possible. Even so, the question struck him as rather strange.

"... Have you seriously never cooked food before?" He asked, glancing up at the strange boy.

"I used to cook for my mom and her friends all the time," Suzuya replied with a shrug. "But I never really had to do anything besides cutting up the meat."

"Well," Ken pressed on. "Usually, when you're cooking, you need to get the food really hot to kill off germs before you let it cool down enough to eat it." After a few moments of searching, he found a pair of tongs, and began ladling the investigator's food out onto a plate, which he handed to the other boy. Suzuya wasted no time, producing a small combat knife from somewhere on his person that, to Kaneki's dismay, appeared to be a completely separate weapon to the one he'd used before to attack him with. Suzuya began to dig the blade into the side of the omelette. "Umm," Ken muttered. "You... know I have cutlery, right?" Suzuya ignored him, prying a chunk of the food free from the main body of the omelette and scooping it into his mouth in a single, quick motion.

"Ow, hot, hot!" the boy mumbled, shifting the food around in his mouth and breathing through it loudly until it was cool enough to swallow. He gave a little sigh of relief, before turning back to Kaneki with a grin. "Wow, Kaneki. It's really tasty!"

In spite of himself, Ken chuckled, smiling a little in return.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," he murmured. "Come on, let's play some MarioKart."