#Jiro Fluff

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How to Give a First Kiss ~ *Jiro Yamada*

Summary: Jiro has yet to have his first kiss. However, since he's met you, he's wanted to give it a try. But he has no idea how to go about it. Perhaps all he needs is some brotherly advice.

Pairing: Jiro Yamada X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1326

Warning: one swear word

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When Jiro was a little boy, Ichiro used to tell him that the person he gave his first kiss to would be his spouse in the future. That was his biggest reason as to why he had never kissed anyone. Of course he never told his brothers that, especially Saburo, as he knew he’d tease him relentlessly for believing it. His excuse for why’s never had his first kiss was that he wasn’t interested in things like romance. In reality, he was just scared about giving his first kiss to the wrong person.

This was all before he met you. 

You were different. You were special to him. You were someone he didn’t want to mess things up with because you were everything he wanted in a significant other and more. 

He loved you so much he wanted to give you his first kiss.

Now how to go about giving you his first kiss was tricky. The whole concept was completely foreign to him. But he was sure he could figure it out. After all, there were plenty of anime and manga out there that had to deal with the topic of kissing, especially first kisses. There had to be answers there.

So he started studying. And Jiro quickly learned that it wasn’t as simple as he thought. There were so many different kinds of kisses, from quick, shy pecks to long, sloppy French kisses. It was overwhelming! He knew more about kissing than he actually cared to know now. And he wasn’t sure which kind of kiss you would prefer for your first kiss as a couple.

While Jiro was watching another romance anime, Ichiro just so happened to walk through the door with Saburo. However he wasn’t paying attention to them. He had research to do.

“Whatcha watching?” Saburo asked, plopping down next to his older brother.

Pausing the show, he turned his attention away from the TV. “I’m just doing a little research, that’s all. Are you curious?”

Ichiro nodded at the paused show. “It’s a good anime, a super cute slice of life. But that’s not usually your type of show. What kind of research are you doing?”

Before Jiro could explain, Saburo burst out laughing. It took him a minute to catch his breath before he spoke, “So there’s a certain special someone you like huh? That’s the only logical explanation for why you’d watch something like this! Wow, you really are pathetic!”

Jiro blushed and looked away. Just as he suspected, Saburo was teasing the shit out of him. He should have watched this anime in his room, where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

Ichiro shook his head and put a hand on the middle brother’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with being a little nervous when it comes to your feelings, Jiro. Why don’t you tell us all about them!”

Jiro’s cheeks flushed. “I’d rather not, thank you.”

“Ah c’mon, why not?”

“Because it’s embarrassing!”

“For you it is!” Saburo stuck his tongue out at him. Jiro raised a fist to punch him, when Ichiro squeezed his shoulder.

“Hey, being in love isn’t embarrassing! Besides, as your big brother and your surrogate parent, you have to tell me!” Ichiro laughed.

With a defeated sigh, Jiro mumbled, “Fine, I’ll tell you. But not with Saburo around.”

His younger brother scoffed. “Alright, fine! I’ll be in my room if you need me, Ichi-nii. I’ll figure out what you tell him sooner or later, Jiro!”

He laughed as he walked off, causing Jiro to bury his head in his hands with a groan. Ichiro patted his back. “Are you okay? I’ll tell him to keep his mouth shut if he finds out.”

Jiro shook his head. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“I…” He didn’t know how to explain it. It was embarrassing! He didn’t know how to deal with the emotions he was feeling for you. But he was getting nowhere by himself. Perhaps he really did need to reach out for some help. And who better than Ichiro, who he was sure had dozens of admirers fawning over him.

“The person that I like, I want to give them my first kiss.”

Ichiro’s eyes widened. “Really? That’s a big step! You must really like them, huh?”

He nodded. “I do. I really do. But I don’t know how to kiss someone and I want it to be special. I mean, I plan on marrying them in the future, so this has to be perfect!”

“WHOA!” Ichiro all but shouted, placing both hands on his brother’s shoulder as if to steady himself. “It’s just a kiss, Jiro! Not an engagement!”

Jiro frowned. “But when we were kids, you said that whoever I kissed I had to marry.”

His brother gave an anxious chuckle. “Ah, yes, that. Well, I just said that so you didn’t go around kissing every person you saw just because. Kisses are very powerful, as you’ve already guessed.”

He felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Oh. I see.”

Ichiro smiled at his brother and shook his head. “Look, you’re thinking way too hard about this. The best  way to go about it, in my opinion, is to sit them down, tell them how you feel, and ask if you can kiss them. This kiss is just as important to them as it is to you. Make sure you’re both comfortable with it.”

Jiro nodded, finally having some good advice after all his hours of research. He should have known better. Of course Ichiro was a love expert! He should have gone to him first! Standing up, he thanked his brother and called you right away. He had an idea.

Not even half an hour later, Jiro was escorting you to his room. Granted he thought it was far too intimate for your first kiss, but he wanted to do it now, as Ichiro had taken Saburo with him to complete a job. He wouldn’t get another chance like this for a while.

“Y/n, we haven’t been together for very long, but I have very strong feelings for you. At first I wasn’t sure what to do with them, much less knew what they were. But after hours of research and reflection, I realized that what I feel for you is love. And my research has told me that the next step in our relationship is the first kiss. I should let you know, I have yet to actually have my very first kiss, but I would be more than happy to give that to you. So may I kiss you?”

You didn’t say anything at first, and for a moment, Jiro believed he did something wrong. He was about to reassure you that you shouldn’t feel obligated to kiss him, but that he really did love you. However, you beat him to the punch by smiling softly.

“Jiro, you know, you don’t need to prepare a speech to ask me to kiss you. We’re both still new to this whole relationship thing. If you want to kiss me, just ask simply. I’m sure we’ll figure it out, okay?”

He nodded. “Yes, of course. Alright. I’m going to kiss you now.”

You giggled, making his stomach flip. “Sounds good.”

Hesitantly, his lips touched yours. He watched your eyes slip close as you pressed against him a little harder. As he also closed his eyes, he got lost in the kiss. It felt like fireworks and electricity shooting through his body. He could almost feel himself shiver from all the feelings he was feeling. But he was more concentrated on how your lips fit perfectly against his. It felt like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

When you both pulled away, he sighed and looked deep into your eyes. He knew then that what Ichiro said to him when he was younger was absolutely true. He was going to marry you one day.

“Can we do that again?”

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ᐟᐟ☆ mha texts : texts with the bakusquad . . .

♯ characters included: the bakusquad ( jirou included ! )

⊱ cw: “y/n” usage, swearing, gn reader

⊱ a/n: i hope you guys like this one! it’s mostly random conversation / what it’s like texting them so i tried to make it as fun as possible! (ps: to whoever sent requests, i’ll get to them asap!)

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A/N: Made this because I was sick a couple months ago, I’m very sure I had covid. I had a really bad fever, my body was aching horribly, everything was just agonizing. Made these because I had the idea while I was sick, but I wasn’t able to actually write anything because I slept for most of the days that I was in bed! This was self indulgent but I made sure to keep it open ended, I finally just finished it! Next time I’ll just make separate parts instead of writing them all together because that took so long… but enjoy these! Smooches! (Btw this is not proofread… bare with me)

♡Taking care of an MC thats sick♡

divider credits @baexywth

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Characters: All of them!

Requesting rules here! (Just a heads up, submissions are closed right now but check back later to see if their open)

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Jin

Stays in bed with you, he doesn’t care if he gets sick, but he just wants to stay with you and sleep. He stays on his side of the bed most of the time, he tells you that it’s because he doesn’t want to get coughed or sneezed on. The germs aren’t what he minds, it’s that he doesn’t want to feel it on his skin.

Calls Tohma to grab stuff for you, Jin has pretty much moved you into the frostheim house to keep you away from everyone. Jin doesn’t want to get up, so he tells Tohma everything that you need from the campus store.

Being in Frostheim is probably the best for your fever. Even though you feel like you’re freezing, Jin feels your temperature and can tell that you’re burning up majorly. He takes off your blankets despite your whining, and puts his cold hands on your head to cool you down. He’ll give you socks, or cuddle up to you if you shiver too much, but he needs to cool you off immediately.

Tohma

Tells you that he’ll be there at your beckoning call, he doesn’t want to move you over to Frostheim because he thinks it’ll put too much stress on you to be in a different environment. Because of this, he promises that he’ll get you whatever you need while you’re ill. That if it’s in the middle of the night, you’ll need to call him so that he hears it.

Gives you a stuffed animal to sleep with, he doesn’t want you to be alone in the day so maybe a little buddy would help you. It may seem childish but he can’t get too close to you, he has too many duties to take care of and if he’s sick then who will babysit Jin? He’d much rather be with you honestly, but he can’t abandon his post for long periods of time.

He has fixed times to check up on you if you don’t text him that you want something. At the beginning of the day, lunch, dinnertime, and nighttime. He has papers to get around campus anyways, so he might as well check up on you while he does it. When you can’t sleep and you message him, he comes over, asks you to lay down, and rubs your head while he sits beside you.

Lucas

He tries every hack that is known to man, most of them he’s learned while growing up. Some of them… are a bit unique, but even if he knows that it won’t actually work, he still tries because it will bring you relief and that’s enough for him. He tries out herbal medicine as well, you’re not sure where he finds the time to grab all of these things but he lets you know that the general shop has a herbal medicine corner?

He believes that you should get the best rest that you can, so he leaves you alone for the most part and won’t allow people to visit you. You can’t spend your needed energy on other people, so please let him do all of the work… he needs you better. On occasion he’ll rub your shoulders and scoot you back to bed, it won’t take you long to go back to sleep anyways

Lucas is… very hesitant to go near you, he cares about you but he can’t risk his own health as well. What good is he to you if he isn’t feeling well, plus he needs to train, he’ll lose lots of his progress. But when you need him most then he’ll be there rubbing your back and keeping your temperature down. If you get really bad, he sleeps on the floor in case you need anything, you must be suffering and he hates to see you in pain when he can’t prevent it from happening.

Kaito

He makes you so much food that you probably can’t eat. You’ll have to save most of it in the fridge, but with your low appetite all you want are small portions of food. When Kaito realizes this, he gets embarrassed and profusely apologizes, he runs back out and gets ingredients to make you soup. He wants to make sure you eat properly but he jumps to conclusions during the process.

Insists that he does everything for you, it gets to be a little too much and you’ll probably have to tell him that you just want someone beside you. It got to the point where he would micromanage you. But if you tell him, he’ll sit down and chat with you. He doesn’t mind getting sick if it’s because of you, so he sits beside you on the bed and hangs out. He practically moved into the place…

When someone tries to visit you, he tries to get them to leave as fast as possible. He considers this his time with you, and gets a teensy bit snappy at the guests.

Alan

He’s not exactly sure how to deal with a sick person… he uses everything he can to help you out though. He’ll run errands for you and get whatever he thinks is necessary. He comes back with stuff that seems a bit overkill though, he says that this is what the store clerk recommended but it really just seems like he wanted more money out of Alan… but when he remembers back to when he was sick, he gets better at navigating how you feel.

While you’re laying down he tries to put on TV for you but has some difficulty, the remote seems really confusing to him. You try to help him but he lays you back down and figures it out himself… it took a while but he managed to put on a show that you like without opening 4 different tabs.

He feels like he can’t help you that much but he lends an ear out to you, since he’s a ghoul and he tries to upkeep with a healthy life style he hasn’t been sick for a while. He understands that you’re in a lot of pain so if you complain about how you feel then he won’t mind, he tries to accommodate you and if you ever want some quality food then he’ll get Sho to make something for you. He doesn’t show much affection but he’ll pat your head to let you know that he’s there for you. You don’t have to worry about it.

Leo

Leo legitimately tells you that he doesn’t want to touch you with a ten feet pole. He finds it gross when you blow your nose, or cough, and makes fun of how sick you look. Even when you’re sick, he will not calm down with making fun of you.

Makes you put on a mask before he goes near you, he puts on his own mask and sits beside you to scroll through tiktok. You probably don’t want to do any activities, so he’ll mindlessly scroll and show you funny things, or rant about things that pissed him off that day.

He’ll have Sho make you soup, or something you generally crave. Eating when you’re sick is difficult, so he wants you to eat something delicious. He gets some for himself, of course, you end up complaining though because of how much spices he puts on his food. It stings your nose,

Uses you like a test subject to try out trending “home remedies” for your sickness. Most of them prove to be ineffective…

Shohei

Sho comes around and brings food with him every single time. He doesn’t have much experience caring for people when they feel ill but he doesn’t want you to be weak when you get better. Eating is important and even if you can’t taste it very well, you can tell he tried his best to make it look appealing to you. He doesn’t mind feeding you, you’re weak! You should rest.

When he’s with you his phone blows up from either Leo or Alan. When you ask what’s going on he just shuts off his phone and reassures you that it’s nothing… come to find out later that he totally ditched something to come and see you, Leo definitely knows that Sho came to see you and makes remarks about it all the time for the next week. Sho doesn’t care all that much, you needed him to be there for you, so he was there.

He comes up to rest on the bed with you and talks for a while. He thinks that you must be lonely so if you want his company then he’s more than glad to welcome the idea. He buys you cough medicine from the local shop to hopefully help you sleep, it isn’t much but waking up in the middle of the night is painful when you’re sick. He pours a small cup and waits beside you until you fall asleep.

Haru

Animal therapy! Haru is inconveniently busy at all times, he has so many things to worry about and having you catch a sickness adds to his stress. Bringing over the safest animal to keep you company is the least he can do. He uses the animal as an excuse to come see you, he needs to feed it and you can’t since you’re weak so he might as well do it himself! He cares about you and he can’t bare the thought of you having no company around.

As soon as he gets a break, he’s there in a flash. You’re concerned about how quickly he comes around because his stigma overexerts his body when he uses it, he brushes it off when you bring it up and tells you that you’re more important. He makes sure to bring all of the necessities for you, when he’s gone he gets you to text him a list of things you need so that he can pick them up on the way.

He loves to give you massages when you’re feeling ill. Your body tenses up all day from the way you sleep, and how stressed you feel in general. Loosening those muscles are a sure way to give you some comfort in your own little hell. He massages you for however long you want, and puts you to bed afterwards with some water so you don’t cramp up. If he isn’t careful, he can end up sleeping right next to you because this is the only break he has, and you make him comfortable enough to feel sleepy in your presence.

Towa

Towa uses your sickness as an excuse to see you constantly. He’s another person that doesn’t really mind if he gets sick, but you’re not exactly sure if he can get sick anyways. He sees you every night because Haru still needs Towa at the house, but he brings back many flowers for you. Most of them he tries to get you to eat, there’s also some herbs stuffed in there but he insists that they’ll help you. It actually surprises you when most of your pains are gone.

Cuddles you constantly, and plays with your hair, but it’s very relaxing on your aching head. While you drift off to sleep, Towa tells you love stories that he hears about, and hums little songs to soothe you over. In his arms, you feel comforted, and glad that someone’s there for you.

He gives you a bunch of his sweaters to wear while you’re sick. Mostly because he wants you to remember him constantly while he’s away for the day. He makes to bring food when he comes so that he knows you’re eating and giving yourself nutrients that you need to recover.

Ren

Ren doesn’t directly tell you… but it shows on his face that he’s disgusted whenever you blow your nose. He doesn’t want to get sick, it’s inconvenient for him, so he keeps his distance when he’s around you. He stays within your vicinity though, since taking care of you is whats getting him out of doing chores around the safari, but he won’t tell you that he’s worried about you. After all, you’re what gets him through this hell.

Brings over many movies to watch. Honestly he knows that you probably aren’t paying attention, but he needs something to do. He eventually makes his own space on your bed to lay with you… but he makes a pillow barricade so he doesn’t come into contact with your “germ infected side” like he puts it.

He’ll do your dailies for you and log into the guild that you’re both in so that you don’t get kicked out. He doesn’t want you to miss out on rewards, so he’ll do it when you don’t have enough energy to do so.

Runs out to get you stuff but he makes sure to let you know how much of a pain it is. No matter what he tells you, he does it with ease. He makes simple dinners for you like cups of noodles, he has all the time in the world to make sure you’re taken care of.

Taiga

Taiga… is not very well equipped to take care of another person. You fell asleep while he was blowing up your phone and he came looking for you with a bunch of guards. You didn’t really have a say in your door being taken down from its hinges, you woke up immediately, very confused. You tried to explain that you were sick and all Taiga asked was “is kitty-cat sick?” and sent away his goons.

He doesn’t really care if you’re sick for the most part, he actually tells you that he doesn’t give a shit. He got his goons to move you over to Sinostra to make it easier on himself. Throughout your bed rest, it’s mainly his lackeys that take care of you, they get you food, prepare clothes, the whole deal. Mainly because they don’t want a gun to their head if you die.

He doesn’t leave his room much anyways, so he’s always around you. He thinks that it’s better for his luck when you’re around him, so it’s a win-win, he gets luck and you get taken care of. You’re constantly sleeping with Taiga doing the same thing next to you, it’s very peaceful since he doesn’t forget who you are. When you can’t sleep he’ll grab a deck of cards and play with you until you’re passed out. You’re stuck with him until you’re healthy enough to leave.

Romeo

Romeo is possibly the last one that wants to take care of you… He absolutely can’t get sick and he finds everything icky about how ill you are. He may care about you but he sends someone that works for him to take care of you. When he does visit, he stands on the far opposite end of the room from you. Even when you wear a mask he doesn’t dare come near your germ infested area.

He says that if anyone outside of Sinostra comes and visits you, cough on them, he makes sure to emphasize this point towards Frostheim and Mortkranken. If you’re sick, then you might as well temporarily knock down competition for him as he puts it.

If he feels bad enough for you, he’ll try and be closer to you to relieve some pain. You haven’t gotten up from bed for a few days and haven’t gotten the chance to take a shower. He takes it upon himself to help you clean since you’re too weak to do so, once he’s finished and gets you into bed he is out of there so fast. He needs to shower to make sure he doesn’t get sick… if he does, he totally blames it on you.

Ritsu

Honestly his first instinct was to lecture you on the ways that you need to maintain your health since you two are business parters. He can’t have you incapacitated, what if he needs you and you’re not around? It falls on deaf ears though, you aren’t even paying attention because of the pain. He just sighs loudly and presumes the role of taking care of you, it’s probably the least he can do because of everything you’ve done for him… he doesn’t put it like that in his head though, he pieces it like his obligation to take care of you as his partner.

In his free time he comes to check up on you, he knows that it’s after business hours but he can make an exception for you. While he’s there then he might as well tidy up the place and put on soothing music. You need to keep the place in top conditions, especially while you’re recovering. He checks your temperature with his hand often and puts a wet towel over your head to cool off the brain.

He knows that he doesn’t show much sympathy for people, especially in his line of work where you can be recorded and have things used against him but he will be there to take care of you. You’re with him alot and he misses having you around because other people don’t have the patience to tolerate his schemes. When you’re feeling better he actually smiles at you and says “it’s good to see you’re well.” He is so happy you’re back.

Subaru

Subaru brings Lavender from Hotarubi and hangs it around the Clementia house. He wants you to sleep peacefully, and the smell of Lavender is supposed to help you. He sets up a bath for you, and buys bubble bath that smells like lavender as well. Your muscles tense up from stress and he believes that a bath will help you with that, he sets the temperature on the hotter side to clear your sinuses.

He makes you tea with honey to soothe your throat. You need tons of liquid, but water can irritate your throat sometimes and he wants to make the process as painless as possible for you.

When you want something, he’ll go get it himself. He goes back to his dorm to sleep, but if you call in the middle of the night because you need something, he’ll rush over right away, even if it’s when you can’t sleep and want comfort. He finds a way to get out of what he’s doing to check on you.

Haku

He visits you quite frequently, he would bring you over to Hotarubi but he doesn’t want to risk anyone else getting sick. Despite this, he doesn’t really mind visiting you and brings over a care package that him, Subaru, and Zenji collaborated on. It includes small remedies, snacks, some flowers, and a cute little get well card signed by everyone. He wants to show you that everyone hopes you get better soon.

Haku tries to come as much as he can, but he needs to help around Hotarubi and won’t be able to be at your beckoning call sometimes. He makes it up by doing whatever you want while he’s with you though. He mostly tries to leave you alone so that you can rest, or he can stay close by doing his own thing. He wants to keep an eye on you in case you get worse

When you wake up you find little surprises waiting for you, he gets you little trinkets that he thinks will make you happy. He doesn’t need your thanks but he’ll smile and assure you that it’s nothing. While you’re asleep he rubs your head and looks at you for a while, he doesn’t really care what happens to him but he’ll make sure you’re up and running in no time. If he gets too careless then he’ll fall asleep right beside you and end up getting himself sick, but that just means he’ll have the joy of being taken care of by you.

Zenji

Oh how he worries for you… he visits you all of the time to make sure you’re ok. At some point, he starts to camp out at your place so that he can be with you. Since he can’t get you anything, he gets Haku to buy you groceries.

He’s the best at comforting you and staying with you so that you don’t feel lonely. It’s tough on you, being stuck inside at all times of the day and dealing with a constant cycle of being in pain. Zenji gets emotional with you and tells you that he can’t imagine what you must be going through. After the fact, he gets inspired and tells you about a story of a girl with chronic illness that watches the love of her life enjoy the outside world without knowing that she exists.

He writes a note inside of Mortkranken that you’re sick. He hopes that Jiro or Yuri will notice it and provide you with medicine. He likes to watch over you, but it pains his dear heart that you’re so weak and fragile.

Edward

Edward doesn’t immediately come to your aide since it’s the middle of the day when he hears about your sickness. When you’re about to go to sleep, you hear a knock at the window and discover a bat. You realize it’s Edward and let him in, he doesn’t stay for long, he only came so that he could tell you that you can be sick with him…

Once you’re pretty much moved into Edwards room, he does not help one bit. The only thing he does is watch youtube with you, and act like he’s too weak to get stuff for you, and messages Rui… it’s basically Rui doing all the work for you two, it’s not like Rui minds that you’re there, he’s very ecstatic that you’re staying over but he glares at Edward when he makes a mess of the room with his left over clothes.

He clings to you like you’re his lifeline, he keeps his air conditioning cold so that you can be huddled up to him under many blankets. In the middle of the night when you can’t sleep, surprisingly, Edward goes to the garden and grabs a flower that’s he explains can put you to sleep. It’s your best bet, and he says that it shouldn’t have any dangerous side effects to humans, it’s your choice if you want to trust him on human anatomy…

Rui

He takes this opportunity to move you into Obscuary temporarily! He’s been waiting for the chance to have you stay over, even though he’s glad that you’re finally staying, he wished it was on more fun terms. But it doesn’t dim his mood too much, he gets to take care of you while you’re sick! He promises that he’ll give you the best treatment while you sleep over.

Rui focuses on you so much that he stops picking up trash around Edwards room, and tries to convince Lyca to do everything that Rui usually does around the place so that he can take care of you… He cooks you food, makes sure you shower, drink water, sleep, and limit your exposure to outside stresses. He pretty much just wants you to himself, when you need it, he’ll come inside your room and sit down to talk for a while.

He can’t touch you but oh he wishes he can. He would be by your side the entire time and makes sure to let you know that he’s sending the biggest hugs and kisses your way. He suggests that he should sleep on the ground so he can always make sure you’re fine, but you question it a bit since Rui is literally right next to your room. It’s up to you though!

Lyca

As soon as he hears that you’re sick, he piles up a make-shift den with a bunch of clothes around you on your bed. It’s what makes him feel comfortable when he isn’t feeling good, so why wouldn’t it work for you? He also piles in things that you may need, like Kleenex, cold water, a fan, chapstick, and out of his generosity he gives you items that he likes… but honestly they are super random, like a ribbon that he likes to fiddle with during class. It’s his get well gift to you…

Lyca’s knowledge of sick humans comes from Neros, since Lyca doesn’t get sick very often in the first place. So he goes by what he was taught and gives you space, makes you soup (even though his food making skills are a bit questionable), and makes sure you sleep. Sometimes he kinda just sits outside of your room and growls at people that want to see you, because he thinks that you should rest at all times of the day, WITHOUT visitors.

He goes to Subaru to get more knowledge on how to take care of you while you’re sick, so he also goes by what he says. Lyca doesn’t remember the last time he was sick, so he’s carefree about going near you. If you’re feeling lonely he’ll sit in the den with you and keep you company. He’s still learning about how to take care of a human, it’s been a long time so be patient with him.

Yuri

Yuri rushes to your place right away with Jiro when he hears that you’re sick. They have equipment in tow to do a home check up on you, diagnosing what you have on the spot. He’s very methodical about it and go through treatment plans with you, but it’s a lot of thinking to do when all you want is to go to bed…

You’re pretty much moved into the lab against your will, this is so they can keep constant tabs on your condition. Yuri checks up on you very often, despite saying how he has many patients that he needs to see. He lectures you pretty often on what you shouldn’t do while you’re sick, you have to let him know how much pain you’re in to make him go easier on you.

When it’s nighttime and everyone’s clocking in for the day, he comes in and sits down on a chair beside you. Mainly to see how you’re doing, but he’ll never admit that he wanted to be with you. It’s basically his time off but he doesn’t treat it as such. When you tell him that you’re lonely from sitting in this bed all day, and that you want him to stay longer he’ll get super flustered, but he stays for a very long time. He ends up sleeping with his head on your bed with how sleep deprived he is, you should tell him to go to his bed but he won’t wake up.

Jiro

He is as by the book as possible. When you tell him you’re sick he comes over and says that he’s going to do a complete check up on you. Afterwards he tells you what you have and which medications you should be taking.

When a symptom appears, he describes what’s happening in your body that could be causing it. He tells you pretty knowledgeable trivia about the body and it seems like he enjoys sharing it with you. Like how a fever is the bodies response to a virus, it heats up to kill it and you end up shivering because your body is at a lower temperature than what your brain thinks it should be, so the body shivers to raise it. (I personally love this fact)

Texts you from time to time to make sure you’re doing fine, and new symptoms haven’t appeared. He’ll come over if you need it, but you’ll need to tell him what you want directly, he’s not doing all that guess work. When he comes over he stays a bit longer than he should, Yuri tries to call him but Jiro ignores him for a little bit until you’ve fallen asleep. He pats you on the back or the head because he was once told that this is how he should comfort people.

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[feelfreetopleasemexo]

I NEED a sequel to “I wanna fuck you like an animal” ….please 💕

Fuck you like an animal, continued.

Part 1 ^

After listening to the lyrics of ‘closer by nine in nails’ your cheeks flushed and an uneasy dirty feeling flooded your body. It was such a vulgar, overly sexual song, but something about Bakugo suggesting you sing it about him made your chest flutter. Your heart didnt know if it should sink, be ashamed or jump into your throat as your emotions tried to make sense of all your rushing thoughts. Eventually, you decided you were a bit drunker than you thought so you headed back to the dorms, barely waving to jiro singing on stage, and certainly trying to avoid a mr ‘sing a song about wanting to fuck me’. Every single time you thought about him suggesting it, the lyrics flooded your brain and your cheeks flushed redder and redder. Reaching the shared accommodation, you grabbed a glass of water and splashed your face in the kitchen, trying to cool yourself down, when you heard the recognisable beat of the song coming from Bakugos room. You crept forward, trying to be as quiet as possible as you peaked into the crack of his door. He had his headphones on, drumming along to the song. Usually he had his headphones plugged into his electric drum kit, but he was using his actual kit this time, the song blasting from his headphones.

His eyes were closed tightly, focusing on the beat, hitting each rhythm like he’d played this song a thousand times already, which considering the song he most likely already had, as you saw him mouthing the lyrics. He seemed to genuinely be enjoying himself, fulling losing himself in the song, head banging to the beat, as each smack was hard and precious. You found yourself smiling and swaying to his best, before you caught yourself and slowly backed away to head to your dorm. As your eyes left the door, you suddenly heard him shout,

“I saw that. Nerd.” You started to fumble and scurry off to your room, as your heard him humming along and laughing.

The next morning you got a text from him simply saying,

‘Me, you and jiro are playing that tonight at the bar. 8 o’clock.’

Your heart fluttered at the thought of him wanting to play in a band with you, wanting to hang out with you at all outside of school lessons, and at the thought of you singing that song infront of him. Thousands of thoughts and scenarios flooded your brain as you curled the duvet to your face, hiding your shame. Suddenly a knock at your door interrupted your trance, and another anxiety inducing thought smacked you in the stomach. What if it was him at your door. Your eyes stared at the wooden plank separating you from the outside world, as your body started to vibrate. Another knock, far too soft to be him, you jumped up, tried to shack the shame from your face and answered. It was jiro.

“Hey sweet you okay? Did you get bakubrooooos text ?” She teased at the nickname kirishima had given him, laughing slightly at it.

“Er yeah, I just got it. Have you heard the song before?” You tried your hardest not to come off as some innocent virgin who didnt know what sex was, especially considering she was one of the coolest people in your class, hell your year.

“Yeah! It rocks! It’s a bit…..sexual, but it slaps, I think we’d all kill it! You in?” Of course she liked it, to say her music taste as eclectic was a severe understatement, but you had hoped she might’ve at least hesitated slightly at it. You nodded that you agreed, and asked if she wanted to practice it a bit. She giggled and accepted, asking if you could start right now. She pulled her guitar out from behind her and beamed a grin so bright, you couldnt help but indulge her.

After a couple of hours of practicing, each time singing the chorus your face flustered, you guys finally decided you were ready. She left to get ready as you took a long cold shower. After both getting ready and messaging to meet in the shared living room, you decided to message Bakugo that you guys were ready to head off soon.

‘Hurry the fuck up. I’ve been ready for hours.’

‘We were practicing.’

‘Yeah I heard. Go lower when you sing, sounds sexier. ;)’

You nearly dropped your phone when you saw the winky face. Your face had never been so consistently flushed in your entire life. You double checked your eyeliner in the mirror before inhaling deeply, grounding yourself and heading to the living room to meet them both.

Arriving at the bar, you all grabbed a drink to calm your nerves, and you decided you needed another two more at least to calm yourself. Bakugo looked at how flustered you were and pushed himself into your shoulder, barging you playfully.

“You’re never nervous before singing you weirdo. What’s wrong? All the sex talk making your” he looks down and stares at your pelvis, smirking and raising an eyebrow, “flutter?” You punch him in the arm and push him away before trying to hide your rosey cheeks.

“You wish, pervert. Ive just never had a drummer before, kinda nervous about fucking it up for you. Last thing I want is having to go to recovery girl with a drum stick sticking into the back of my head.” He snorted out a laugh, then rubbed your hair messing it up.

“Like I’d waste my babies on you. Idiot.” He smirked, twirling one of said sticks in between his fingers. Your eyes couldnt pry away from his impressive speed and precision, your mouth nearly physically falling open. The way he chucked it up and caught it made you honestly question if he could see the heart eyes forming in your pupils. Why were drummers suddenly so hot. Was it their hands, their impressive speed, or was it just him….. you were snapped out of your trance by jiro shouting both your names to come onto the stage to set up.

As you got all set up, jiro gave you the thumbs up and Bakugo gave you an unimpressed gruff which meant they were both ready to start. You took a deep breath and pressed your lips into the mic.

“Hey guys! We’ve got something a little different for you tonight, not only do we have a drummer with us,” as you stepped aside slightly to expose him to the crowd, he played the pornhub intro, making you roll your eyes before continuing, “we’re also going to be doing a rather…..explicit cover tonight. Be warned, it’s fucking sexy and were not to be held accountable for any spontaneous pregnancy that come as a result.” The crowd let out a roar of laughter as you signaled to both that you were ready. Bakugo starts with the intense drum beat.

You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

(Help me)

I broke apart my insides

(Help me)

I've got no soul to sell

(Help me)

The only thing that works for me

Help me get away from myself

-Chorus-

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

You can have my isolation

You can have the hate that it brings

You can have my absence of faith

You can have my everything

(Help me)

You tear down my reason

(Help me)

It's your sex I can smell

(Help me)

You make me perfect

Help me become somebody else

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

As you start to sing the chorus, Bakugo pulls a microphone out from under his seat and starts to sing it with you as he plays, in a disgustingly sexy, low voice. You never knew he could sing, but god fucking damn was this song made for it. As you hear him start to sing, you spin around and stare at him, his burning red eyes staring straight into your very core as he sings the words ‘I wanna fuck you like an animal.’ You had to turn back around as you kept singing because if you didn’t, you’d lay down on the floor right there infront of him and die a happy woman. After the song finished, everyone erupted into a roar and asked for another song. You looked at jiro and Bakugo and asked what other songs they both knew, suddenly someone from the crowd shouted

‘HEY YA BY OUTKAST’. You turned and smirked, as they both groaned and agreed.

You started singing it, and Bakugo looked increasingly bored by how slow and very repetitive the drum beat was, until it got to part that said ‘shake it like a Polaroid picture’, you suddenly started dancing and shaking your ass excitedly, jumping to jiro as she started to awkwardly shake her ass with you. He suddenly became incredibly transfixed by how you moved, to the point he almost fucked the beat up. Luckily he snapped himself out of his drooling stare, so no one would realise how close he was to stopping drumming just to stare at how well you threw your ass around.

After the song, and everyone now excitedly jumping around, you guys exit the stage and let the DJ take over. Laughing and pushing jiro slightly, you complimented her on how well she shook her ass, saying she should definitely do it more often.

“You’re one to fucking talk. I almost couldn’t focus with all that ass shaking in my face, I damn nearly fucked the shitty slow beat up.” Bakugo huffed, his voice stern but cracking slightly, as he tried to keep his eyes fixed on some imaginary point across from him.

“That’s a shitty thank you, if ever I heard one.” You smirked, desperately trying to get his gaze to lock with yours. After he kept his stare away, you rolled your eyes and announced you needed a cigarette. As you walked to the smoking area, you felt a large arm nearly drag across your shoulder as it opened the door to the exit for you. Looking up, it was his.

You both walked out into the eerily quiet caged area, and back to where you had previously stood the night before.

“You’re actually not too bad at singing Yano.” He spat out as he exhaled the thick cloud of smoke. “And shaking your ass.” He smirked as he said that, and glanced slightly down at you from the corner of his eye. Keeping your eyes fixed on the sign again, not giving him the satisfaction, you felt the smile push your cheeks up nearly closing your eyes.

“You’re a pretty good singer too Yano.” You exhaled your smoke towards him, trying to blow it in his face.

“I don’t usually sing but, I figured….you sang a song for me so…” You turned your head sharply to look up at him,

“So you WERE singing it to me then. Like an animal huh….sounds painful.” Your smirk turning dark, desperate trying your best to be sexy.

“Hmm.” That’s all that left his lips as he stared down at you, his eyes almost cutting you with how deep and sharp the look was. He turned his body to face yours as he appeared to puff up more, almost completely blocking the neon sign light from hitting you. His smirk widened as his teeth began to show, he looked a wolf about to snap a bunnies neck, and devour its prize. As he made you back up slowly, your body hit the cold chainlink fence and you jumped.

“Scared?” He whispered in a low growl as he started to look at your lips.

“Excited.” You snapped back, starting to move your body closer to his, closing the distance. He grabbed you by the waist and chomped his teeth, imitating biting you. You threw your head back and exposed your neck, your smile beaming for the world to see. He leant his head down and slowly licked all up your neck, reaching your jawline before biting down hard. The force made you yelp, as he slammed his hand over your mouth, your moans pushing hard against his calloused palms as he continued to bite and suck. After a few moments he pulled away, wiping the spit from his mouth and grabbing your hand. He walked you both silently out of the smoking area, past the stage and into the alleyway that lay next to the bars dumpsters.

He pushed you up against the brick wall and pulled his arms under your ass to pull you up so your legs would wrap around his waist. He slammed you against the rough wall hard, almost knocking the wind out of you, as he forcefully pushed his mouth onto yours. The sloppy, aggressive kisses echoed throughout the alley, the only other sound being the faint music from the dj. His fingers pressing into your skin so hard, you could feel every rough callus, every individual finger causes bruises to appear instantly on your pale skin. His teeth leaving trails of love bites down your neck as he pulled your T-shirt up and exposed your chest. Suddenly, his new goal was to mark every inch of your tits in his purple bruises, claiming you, making it completely undeniable that you were his. As he bite hard on your tender flesh, you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pressed him harder into you, his hips forcefully pushing against you, grinding as if he was angry there was any fabric separating your bodies. You suddenly pulled his head back and as your flesh slipped from his teeth, his smirk grew wider as he stuck his tongue out slightly, wanting you to lick it. You bite your lip at his display,

“Why don’t we continue this back in your room? Then you can show exactly how an animal fucks.” He snapped his head back to your chest and bit again, harder this time, angry that you interrupted his meal. He let out a deep growl as he let your skin snap back to your form.

“I don’t think you know what you’ve done. You best be fucking ready with a safe word baby.”

[fluff-n-cookies]

Movie night --- class 1A --- individuals

can be read as platonic, written with fem identifying reader in mind but gender is not explicitly stated.

TW: fluff, light yandere tandancies, light swearing, other than that none that I can think of, please comment if you think any warnings should be added.

note: after the recent events in the anime, I really just need something fluffy rn.

the soft pitter patter of rain drumming against the windows of the dorm room. the lights were dimmed with the only thing illumanating the space being the raging action scene on the TV, the speakers boomed with every explosion, the vivid screeches of the actors being the main focus. and while your eyes may be trained on the screen. someone else only left their heart swell with adoration everytime you softly gasped at the screen, huddled in the safety of their blankets, in their room, with only them to protect you.

god, you're just so precious.

Yuga Ayoyama (before betrayal)

oh, he acts so scared when the movie starts, it really was your idea. after exam season it would have been nice to wind down and just breathe.

but this was most definitely not what he had in mind! he was thinking of going to a petting zoo, or getting manicures and pedicures and a spa day.

not watching an action movie with all that blood and gore! to be fair, he isn't even watching the movie, he's just been spending all his time fixated on you. but oh well.

you're just so cute to him though, whenever the character you're rooting for does something right, you squeal and kick your feet while stuffing your face with gormet popcorn he had his parents buy.

maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

Mina Ashido

this is really just a weekly occurrence for you both, where you'll both bring everything for a sleepover, the fuzziest blankets, board games, snacks, ridiculous self-care products just for the heck of it with he main event being the movie you both watch.

normally it's a silly rom-com, or even a shitty reality show but this time you decided on an action movie. so what is she to do? you're her ride or die, the thing 1 to her thing 2.

she's grumbling the whole night, but it's all worth it to see that picture perfect smile on your picture perfect face as you tell her to look at the screen for your favorite part while waiting for your freshly painted nails to dry.

she even starts really getting into it, maybe your passion is starting to infect her!

either way, it's just nice to be with you.

Tsuyu Asui

she LOVES movie nights

while she may not show it much, she's a sucker for all things acting, she's the type of gal to watching actor interviews Religiously, type of gal to be like "oh! that's (insert most random actor ever)", type to visibly scream when you say her favorite movies are overrated.

she has it all, the blankets, the popcorn, the sound system. and she keeps looking at you to make sure that you're having fun

god forbid you say you "liked" that movie. that it was "fine" NO you need to tell her your favorite parts, what you hated, what you loved, when you felt like crying, your favorite character. EVERYTHING.

lil' froggy hehe

Tenya Iida

this man would never have you watch a movie on that shitty laptop of yours or the streaming channels on the TV who either drain you of your money or bombard you with ads.

no, cuz' when a movie you really wanna watch comes out you best believe it is his job as your bestfriend/boyfriend to book you the best seats in the whole movie theater, just for the two of you.

He gets so mad whenever you take your phone out during the movie, even if you weren't going to do anything with it, he'll slap it (gently) out of your hands with a soft grumble.

buys you two things of popcorn, one for him and one for you. and this man eats his popcorn like a fucking robot, every 3.2 seconds he eats one and he will beg with the biggest puppy dog eyes for you to share your bucket with him.

best boy. be sure to give him a hug as thank you and watch as he bursts into nervous giggles.

Ochacho Uraraka

much like Tsu, Ochacho LOVES movies.

more so, the action, horror, and thriller. I'm sorry if you aren't a fan of any of them.

covers you both in blankets, in the coziest pajamas fresh from the laundry, as she flicks through a movie pirating site because she can't be bothered to pay for a streaming service!

oh, she thinks you're just so cute whenever you sink back into the cushions of her bed covering your eyes, anticipating a jump scare. she can't help but giggle every time you scream in fear. clutching onto the fabric of the blanket. she then apologizes profusely for giving you nightmares for a week.

or maybe you're a horror geek just like her. fawning for the special effects with her as you discuss the best and worst movies you've seen. she could probably listen to you babble on and on about whatever is on your mind and she'll listen happily.

Mashirao Ojiro

Absolute sweetheart about it, he keeps telling you that it's his job as your host to take care of you. fluffs up all the pillows, freshly heated blankets, the whole package.

he sometimes lets you use his tail an over sized pillows but be warned he will thrash it if a jump scare spooks him a little too much.

apologizes for it by sharing more snacks with you.

in action movies, he just loves criticizing all the horribly done martial arts. he'll whisper it under his breath with a grumble as he angrily takes a bite out of a chocolate bar.

over all, very polite, very kind, a gentleman, 11/10, best boy.

Denki Kaminari

gets super freaked out whenever something bad happens. it could be as simple as tripping someone in the movie and he'll gasp so and make this stupid little O face just to make you laugh.

he can't even focus on the movie half the time and instead jsut keeps saying "I'm bored" "I'm bored" "I'm hungry" "I'm sleepy" "WAAAAH" "I'm bored"

he will shut up if you tell him to. but honestly it's just better to put the movie on as background noise as you both talk about the latest gossip in class and eat wayyy too many expired popsicles from the back of his mom's freezer.

he will GAFAW at any comedy you put on until the whole building is awake because he can't shut up!

he'll skip any and all spicy scenes in a movie, all while blushing a bright red. he just doesn't want for your o think he's a creep... he really like you, y'know?

Bonus! (romantic)

he sneakily holds your hand whenever the main characters have a happy ending, and give you a little smile before gently kissing your chuckles. "I hope that's us one day."

Eijiro Kirishima

he does this thing where he gets super invested into the movie and literally needs to be torn away from the screen so he can focus on something else.

he'll also accidentally use his quirk whenever something surprises him and it's actually so stupid. He's the type of guy to jump back in surprise when Hans from Frozen turns out to be the villain and gasp.

movie nights are also on the nights he needs to dye his roots again or give himself another haircut, and who's a better person to help him with that than you!

cries whenever a main character succeeds. *sob* "I-" *sob* "that's so manly!" *sob, sob*

he's just happy to be with you.

he definitely has a whole list of movies he wants to watch with you cuz' he thinks you'll like them.

Koji Koda

you're the only one who he lets come into his room on a regular basis, and he's such a chatterbox whenever he's around you. comments on every single little detail in the movie just to have an excuse to talk to you.

he keeps showing you his bunny whenever the movie gets a little boring.

unintentional blanket hogger, he means well I swear, but he'll bundle himself up like a little burrito so you're gonna have to remind him to share. which he more than happily does.

will never, EVER condone animal cruelty. god forbid that there wasn't a "no animals where harmed in the making of this film" because he will be throwing hands

he tends to take up most of the bed so he'll set up a little space on the floor like a little pillow fortress so have fun with that!

Rikido Sato

Movies AND CUPCAKES?????

he bakes these little themed cupcakes based on the movie you are watching and hey are so GOOD! he even finds a way to incorporate all your favorite flavors in there.

hates popcorn. I'm sorry but he just doesn't like the saltiness in the overly buttered popcorn. popcorn with caramel on the other hand is a very different sorry.

but either way he'll happily make it for you, your salty-ass popcorn. oh the things he's willing to do for his loved ones.

sometime he eats too much sugar and he has to punch something, which is perfect for the peeps out there who randomly have an urge to redecorate and rearrange their whole room in the middle of the the night.

Mezo Shouji

absolute sweetheart about it

has never seen movies with anyone else considering his past and people thinking he's a freak.

a little shy to be taking off his mask Infront of you, doesn't eat popcorn the whole time because of it

ends up using his huge arms as a blanket.

is pretty silent on the outside but is internally squealing like a little girl

Kyoka Jrio

not that much of a movie gal, she'd rather you two go to a concert or something.

it takes a lot of convincing but she will eventually cave in

she's very nit picky about your sound system, she spends a whole hour hooking up her speakers for the best sound quality while you wait on the couch for her to finish

keeps criticizing the movie's plot, she really like to try and predict what's going to happen next

ends up crying by the end of the movie, she ended up getting a little too attached to the side character who was destined to die from the very beginning.

Hanta Sero

omg, he was totally dared by Kaminari to take you out to the movies and not wanting to be a puss he agreed.

he tries acting as smoothly as he humanely can be, spent 4 days trying to plan out his outfit alone.

buys you nice tickets, pays for the popcorn, and walks you everywhere especially since it's dark out

he eventually confesses that he's actually really nervous after he tripped over his own feet for the 20th time that night.

you two end up at a mcdonalds by the end of the night, crumbs on your face and all over the car.

Fumikage Tokoyami

he's such a dick the entire night. Like Jirou, he doesn't like movies all that much, you're going to have to convince him.

purposely chooses a horror movie. (by chooses I mean he says no to all movies but horror.)

really likes to point out all the plot inconsistencies and the horrible script. keeps going on his phone to go through all the Wikipedia articles about the actors.

Dark shadow hogs all the popcorn.

despite how he acts re really does like movie nights with you. not because of the movie but because of how you always invite him because you want to spend time with him. it makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it thaws away at his heart if you will.

Shoto Todoroki

the only movies he's EVER seen in his whole life are the ones that they put on for the last day of school, and half the time it's a really low quality Disney movie or documentary that's like 43 years old.

never really thought much of movies until you mention liking a certain movie. oh, look, it's a magical (endeavor's) credit card just lying on the floor! how convenient.

this boy bought a new subscription, got new pillows and blankets, went to the movie theater, bought their popcorn, DIDN'T WATCH A MOVIE, and came home on the subways with a bucket of popcorn on his lap.

he's excited as you may be able to tell.

when it comes to actually watching the movie...he's not watching it. he spends the whole movie only looking at YOU. he's looking for a sliver of a smile, a joy in your eyes, anything, just anything as proof of your happiness. he needs that validation.

Toru Hagakure

insists heavily on regular spa+movie nights.

just you and her, sheltered away from the world.

hates horror, utterly despises it, she will shriek and scream like a banshee.

spends more time fussing over skincare rather than the movie itself. shes like it as background noise.

she will stuff her face with popcorn like there's absolutely no tomorrow.

Katsuki Bakugou

absolute menace, complains the whole time. popcorn? burnt. movie? too cheesy. pillows and blankets? too childish.

he actually really like it though, he sulks when you suggest canceling your regular movie nights in favor of going on a date with a new guy.

like Todoroki, he doesn't do movie nights because of the movies, no, he goes for you. he will purposely eat the burnt popcorn so you don't have to. murmurs "jump scare incoming" during horrors movies, and by the end of it, he'll escort you to your bedroom so you don't freak about what goes bump in the night.

sure he spends most of your movie nights laughing at you, and others in the hospital after a villain attack, but it's the best you probably get with Bakugou.

Izuku Midoriya

insists that movie night be held in your room because he is 100% sure that his All Might collection will scare you off.

unlike many others in this class, he does in fact watch the movie. gets so pulled in that he often forgets that you're there.

he fiddles around with his notebook the entire time too, jotting down notes about the characters, powers, personalities, ships....

buys your favorite popcorn for you knowing full damn well he won't be able to eat any of it because of the diet that All Might has him on.

falls asleep during the movie, training's too hard, the food's kinda shitty, Bakugou's a bitch, and your blankets are just sooo soft. left him sleep on your couch for a while, yeah?

I do not write for Mineta.

Momo Yayorozu

she's never had a movie night at home before. usually, for movie nights, her parents would rent out a theater to view the newest movie, or they would go to see a Dance or play or something of the sort.

being a 7 year old girl during most of these "Movie nights" she got bored quickly and decided she hated movie nights from an early age.

when you ask if you two can have a movie night together, she only expects that, a grand performance before her very eyes, one she's fall asleep to half way through.

oh how wrong she was.

she watches that screen like a damn, what of the popcorn? she's forgotten about it, instead she gawks at the cheesiness of the romcom you out on. what do you mean you don't love him, Katharine? what do you mean? how dare you say that you'd rather date your ex rather than him. do you not see the way he stares at you with love?

she declares that movie her new favorite movie and even goes as far as to start planning your next movie night a mere 2 minutes after the first one ended.

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[misasimagines]

kiss it better / reader x Jiro (tokyo debunker)

included characters: Jiro! Yuri as a visitor.

rating: SFW but it gets a bit suggestive in the end. The part that's a little much, I've marked with (**) so you can stop if you're uninterested.

warnings: all about injuries both big and small, so plenty of talk of blood. also, there's a lot of kissing but not all are very chaste :)

You kicked your feet from your seat atop an empty examination table, the cold metal biting into your thighs, seemingly incapable of absorbing your body heat and neutralizing in temperature. You had a folder on your lap and you were reading through its contents, occasionally jotting down notes on a legal pad next to you.

Jiro was sitting on a real chair next to an overflowing filing cabinet, doing much of the same: organizing, reordering, shredding, and sometimes adding notes of his own. His jacket was hanging over the back of the chair, leaving him in just a disheveled and untucked button down and his tie, never knotted correctly and always hanging as if it were in two parts. His glasses slid down his nose every so often and he pushed them up without breaking concentration on his task. 

You, on the other hand, daydreamed and got distracted by just about anything. You’d been doing this for hours after Yuri announced he was going to (finally) get some sleep and take a shower and you were BORED! No amount of indiscreet comments and conspicuous gestures convinced him or Jiro that that break should be taken by Jiro as well. When you suggested it, he just looked at you and said he was fine. Which he wasn’t, he so rarely was, but he wasn’t at the level of total exhaustion where he’d listen to you just yet. 

Leaning back, pressing your palms into that cold metal, you gave your neck a little side to side stretch and checked on Jiro only to find him staring at his hand instead of the paperwork. “You good?” You called out.

“Papercut,” he responded, unaffected, simply holding his bloody finger away from the papers and returning to his sorting.

Setting aside your papers, you hopped off of the table and strode over to him, “Let me see,”

He held up his hand, his index finger split open and dripping thick, slow droplets of blood.

You grimaced. His injuries were always more severe than they should be with his weak immunity and seemingly non-existent healing abilities. “I'll take care of it,” you assured him, basically skipping across the room in your haste to grab up a mismatched first aid kit that had both basic supplies as well as a stock of experimental pills and forceps. You only needed the bandaids and a little cotton round.

When you returned to Jiro, he was still holding his hand up and away from the paperwork. The little stream of blood, thankfully, did not make it past the second joint of his long finger before it lessened. He would not be dying of blood loss from a paper cut. Not today at least.

You took his hand and gently turned it over, palm facing up, to clean him up and bandage his finger. “All better. Does it hurt?” You asked, still holding his hand carefully in your own. His hand was cold and laid limply in yours, filling you with the urge to hold it more tightly and try to warm him up. It was no simple task to fight that urge.

He regarded it silently and then responded, “I suppose it hurts a little.”

Frowning, you commiserated with him, “Papercuts are too small to hurt as much as they do.” You thought for a second, “But I can fix it!” You gave him a small smile before leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of his knuckle. “Now it won't hurt!”

Jiro stared at his injury, then lifted his gaze to you with an unhurriedness that gave you far too much time to consider what you just did. You felt your cheeks grow hot when he finally locked eyes with you. You really just kissed a grown man's booboo to make it better.

Flustered, you practically shoved his hand away from you and straightened up, prepared to offer an apology for your weird behavior.

He wiggled his finger slightly as you floundered, “It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you,” he said.

“Oh! Yeah. Well. Good!” You brushed off, turning away from him and grabbing up your things. “Anyway, I should get going! See you… whenever!” You hurried out, shoving the folder into your bag. 

On the way out, you could have sworn you heard him laughing quietly at you.

~~~~~~~

There was a steady stream of blood dripping down his face. His bangs clung to his skin, more red than dark purple, and his expression was more haunted and distant than usual. 

You hovered nearby, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously as Yuri both fussed over and scolded him.

“Messy! You got hit far too many times fighting that anomaly,” Yuri snapped, but from the nearly imperceptible shake of his hands, you could tell he was more worried than angry.

Jiro apologized solemnly, “Sorry, Yuri.”

Yuri huffed in response and finished his careful bandaging of Jiro’s head. “It's no matter when you have Dr. Yuri Isami to save your life afterwards.” His usual bravado was lessened significantly, giving you the sick sense that Jiro was worse off than either of them would admit.

“Will he be okay?” You asked quietly, your own voice surprising you.

Yuri seemed to only realize you were there when you spoke, and looked at you with wide eyes. He cleared his throat and steadied himself, “Of course! He's been through worse and I'm not some hack doctor that can't treat a simple head injury.” He turned back around to look at Jiro and frowned dramatically, “You can't sit around covered in that much blood. It's a contamination hazard.”

Jiro nodded slowly, stood up, and you and Yuri both rushed forward as the color drained from his face. You propped him up between the two of you and guided him back into his seat. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he sat back down. “I'll get changed… in a few minutes…” he assured.

Yuri glared at him long enough to make you think he wouldn't say anything, but he finally broke his tense silence right before you were ready to interject, “Stay here, I know where your clothes are.” He turned on his heel and walked off, muttering about how he has to do everything and how he was disgraced to the duties of a mere nurse. 

You watched him until he left, then turned back to Jiro to inspect his state. His glasses were left on the desk next to him and there were blood stains streaked across his face and over his eye. His white shirt was spattered with blood, certain parts so saturated you knew there was no way they'd bleach out. He was paler than usual, his eyelids flickering in an attempt to stay open. 

“It hurts,” he spoke up, his voice betraying no sense of the proclaimed pain. He had enough energy to lift his head to look up at you.

Your heart ached, and you brushed a few strands of his hair out of his face. “I'm sure it does. I'm sorry you're in pain.”

Jiro lifted his hand and pointed his index finger up, “You fixed it last time.”

Last time…when you kissed his finger to make the papercut not hurt. You couldn't help but let out a breath of a laugh, “Jiro, I don't think a little kiss is going to fix your major head injury,” you confessed quietly.

“Probably not,” he agreed, “but I still want it.” 

Your heart thumped in your chest. Well, who were you to deny him a little kiss when he was so hurt and beat up? “Fine,” you acquiesced, standing in front of him and placing your hands on his cheeks. He kept looking up at you and only closed his eyes when you leaned over him and kissed him on his forehead. You lingered a millisecond longer than necessary and then pulled back.

He reached up and held your hand against his cheek, eyes still closed. “Thank you. You're good at that.”

You let him stay like that as long as he wanted, hoping that you had alleviated even a fraction of his pain.

~~~~~~~

(** below)

Sniffles echoed in the hallway as you shuffled towards the office in Mortkranken that you spent so much of your time in. You felt a bit childish, tears spilling out of your eyes and nose red from your relatively minor injury. You had been pushed over by some general admissions student and scraped your knees bloody on the pavement. They barely stopped to apologize, leaving you to escort yourself to find some bandages. It wasn't that serious, but it hurt and each step stretched your skin and made it impossible to ignore.

You pushed your way into the office and up to the desk in the back of the room. Riffling through the drawers, you found some bandages and disinfectant and set yourself leaning against the desk to dress your wounds.

The door to the underground lab opened and Jiro stepped inside. He stopped when he saw you and did a quick scan of your condition, “I'll handle it.” He didn't hesitate, walking over to you and setting down the tray of strangely colored vials he was carrying.

“It's fine, I can-” you started.

He took the roll of bandages from your hand, “Sit on the desk so I can fix it.”

You swallowed, a little overwhelmed by his command, and hoisted yourself up to sit on the desk.

Jiro crouched down in front of you and started dabbing an antibacterial wipe over your scrapes. 

You winced as he did so, the burn mingling with the constant throbbing of your torn skin.

His movements paused for a second in response to your reaction, and when he started again it was with a lighter touch. “Sorry,” he apologized.

“It's fine! Thank you for taking care of me.” You reassured.

He hummed in response and continued disinfecting your wounds, moving on to bandages only after applying a thin layer of ointment over them. When he was finished, the sting had passed and you felt secure enough to stretch your legs slightly. He set the supplies on the floor and looked up at you, “They're superficial wounds so they shouldn't take too long to heal.”

You smiled, “I'm sure they'll heal even faster thanks for your care.”

He let out a breath and looked back at your knees, straightening the bandage meticulously. “...does it hurt?” He asked.

You braced your hands on the desk, “Not as badly as they did, but a bit. Am I good to go, doc?” You joked.

Jiro’s hand had not left your leg, pressed lightly against your skin to hold you in place while he worked. He leaned forward and his eyes drifted up to meet yours, “Not yet.” He kissed the inside of your knee, right below the bandage.

Your brain probably exploded and you sucked in a gasp. 

“Should I do the other one, too?” He asked.

If you had been able to speak, you weren't even sure what you'd say. You felt yourself nodding dumbly but couldn't determine if you made the decision to do that yourself, or if your body has taken over in want for him.

His eyes narrowed slightly in amusement and he kissed your other leg. 

Your heart was hammering in your chest. 

“Did it work?” He asked quietly, still on his knees before you.

You couldn't even so much as think about pain when you could still feel the ghost of his lips against your skin. When you tried to speak, you mostly squeaked and had to clear your throat. “Uh-huh,” you managed. 

His finger trailed down your calf, then back up, “I wonder if efficacy changes based on location.” He slowly parted your legs, “Can I test it?” 

You were accurately aware of your skirt, your boring underwear, your prickly and not freshly shaved legs, and the feel of his measured breaths against your thighs. Were you ready for something like this with him? How far did he intend to go and how far would you let him? Still, you'd be insane to say anything other than, “Okay.”

He didn't waste any time, kissing your inner thigh just above your knee and then glancing up for your reaction. When you only blushed harder in response, he kissed a few inches higher, having to lean in to reach. 

Your breath caught and it came out as a whimper. He didn't bother looking up this time, his hands now holding your thighs, his fingers pressed against you. He lifted your leg and hoisted it over his shoulder and kissed even further up, his hair brushing against the hem of your skirt.

He turned his head, “I'm neglecting this side.” He lifted your over leg up on his other shoulder, leaving his head sandwiched between your legs. Jiro kissed your skin again and you gripped the edge of the desk so hard you thought you'd leave marks in the wood.

He kept kissing, slowly making his way up, and you felt a quiet amusement in yourself as you noticed his grip on your thighs grew more intense. He was just as worked up as you were. You let go of the desk and pet his hair softly, your cheeks flushed as you looked down at him.

Jiro's eyes drifted up at your touch, watching you as he pressed another kiss to your thigh and your heart tightened with something more than lust. 

“Jiro, I-” you started, only to be interrupted by loud footsteps and the sound of Yuri's impending complaints from the other side of the door to the lab.

Jiro untangled himself from your legs, letting your feet dangle off the desk, and stood up just as Yuri walked in looking as irritated as ever.

As soon as Yuri's eyes reached you, he groaned, “Why is it always you?” He shook his head and looked at Jiro, “I hope you're done here because we have a patient downstairs who's having a fit. Do you expect me to restrain them and perform medical care all alone?” 

Jiro glanced at you, then back at Yuri, “Okay. I'll come down.” He stepped away from you and offered you a hand to help you down. 

Taking it, you slid off the desk and straightened up your clothes while Yuri glared at you with nearly tangible suspicion. 

He relinquished your hand, “I'll come by tonight to redress your injuries.” 

You waved him off, “It's fine! I can do it myself if you're busy.”

He had already started following after Yuri and stopped at your response. “I'm not done with my experiment, so you'll have to endure it a little longer. I'll see you tonight.” The door shut behind him.

You stood there, legs weak and covered in Jiro’s kisses. Had he just promised you more? You blacked out for a second in anticipation, and then rushed out the door to get home and put on cuter underwear.

[badboydevotee]

Blurred Vision

Summary: Exhaustion catches up to Jiro who’s forgotten how to rest—until a steady presence beside them becomes the only thing that keeps the world from falling apart. Something unspoken finally settles into place.

Dust hung lazily in the shafts of morning light, and all was still—save for the faint rustle of paper and the sound of strained breathing. You sat beside him, perched on the edge of the bed with your knees pulled up to your chest, watching him with quiet worry.

“Do you ever stop?” you murmured, breaking the silence.

Jiro didn’t look up. His crimson eyes scanned the page slowly, his face blank, the usual surgical calm etched into every motion. His messy hair fell slightly into his eyes, unkempt but strangely endearing. His face, usually a blank canvas, looked older this morning—drawn, pale, and worn.

“I stop when the work is done,” he replied simply, his voice low, monotone.

“That’s not how bodies work, Jiro,” you said gently, “You’re not a machine. You need rest.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Jiro,” you said softly, brushing his bangs aside, “you’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.”

But that was a lie. You could see it—the sluggish movement of his pen, the subtle tremble in his long fingers, the way his vision seemed to swim right past the lines he was trying to read. His body was crying out for rest, even if his mind refused to surrender.

You reached forward, placing your hand lightly on his. He flinched—not in fear, but like he wasn’t expecting warmth. He never really did. Not even now.

Jiro blinked.

The letters on the page suddenly swirled together into an illegible mess. He blinked again, once, twice. His head tilted slightly, and then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he swayed.

“Jiro?”

You caught him just before he fully slumped to the side, the papers scattering from his lap to the floor like fallen leaves.

“Jiro!”

His glasses slipped down his nose, his body strangely light in your arms. He blinked up at you, eyes hazy, red irises dull.

“…Can’t… see.”

Panic bloomed in your chest like wildfire. “Jiro—what’s wrong? What do you feel?”

He didn’t answer.

You pushed his glasses off completely and cupped his face. His skin was cool, clammy. There was something wrong—more than just exhaustion, more than lack of sleep. Your hands shook as you reached for the emergency med kit on the bedside.

But Jiro’s hand caught your wrist.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, dammit!” you snapped, tears rising unbidden to your eyes. “Don’t you dare say that when you look like you’re about to pass out or worse!”

“…It’s not painful. Just… the blur again.”

You didn’t know what terrified you more—that he was so used to pain that blurry vision didn’t faze him anymore, or that he could collapse like this and still try to pretend it was normal.

You lowered yourself to eye-level with him, brushing his messy bangs away from his forehead. “When was the last time you took Yuri’s medication?”

“…This early morning.”

“Liar.”

You moved on instinct, flipping open the latch, your fingers practiced from too many mornings like this. You found the bottle labeled Stabilizer: Kirisaki, J.—a name that always felt too clinical for the man you held now, vulnerable in your arms.

You grabbed the half-empty glass of water from the nightstand and pressed the pill to his lips. He sat up just enough to swallow it, your hand steady on his back. When he finished, he slumped forward again, exhaling softly, his forehead brushing your collarbone.

He didn’t answer. But the way he leaned into you—head bowed, breath warming your neck—said more than any words could. You held him like that for a while, fingers curling into the soft strands of his hair, grounding him.

“You always pretend nothing bothers you,” you murmured, “but you scare the hell out of me when you push past your limits.”

There was a long pause. Then, unexpectedly, Jiro let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “You caught me.”

Your eyes narrowed. “This isn’t funny.”

But he was still chuckling, that low, rasping sound he sometimes made when you got spooked by the cadavers during lab duty. He only laughed when you were the one panicking—never out of cruelty, but because, in some twisted way, your emotions made him feel something he wasn’t sure how to process.

In that moment, his laughter wasn’t to mock, but to reassure.

Still, it broke something inside you.

“You idiot,” you whispered, cradling his head to your chest. “What are you trying to prove? That you can work yourself to death and still hold a scalpel steady?”

“…Not trying to prove anything,” he murmured into your shoulder, his voice muffled. His fingers curled weakly into the fabric of your sleeve.

“…When you’re here, it stops. The pain.”

Your breath caught. You could feel his heart beating against your chest—slow, tired, but still there. You pulled back just enough to look at him. His expression was blank, but his eyes were searching now—slowly focusing, slowly returning to you.

He trailed off, his hand sliding up to rest against your chest—his fingers curling lightly into your shirt, as if to make sure you were still real.

“You ground me,” he said, voice barely audible.

You didn’t reply with words. Instead, you leaned down and pressed a kiss beside the small mole near his lips. His face barely moved—but the tension in his shoulders eased, just slightly. A breath. A release.

And then, something rare.

Jiro smiled.

Barely there—but real. A flicker of something warm beneath the cold exterior. You reached up and touched his face gently, fingers brushing the curve of his cheek.

“I’m not your medicine,” you said softly.

“You are,” he replied, matter-of-fact. “Yuri says my condition stabilizes when I’m with you. Endorphin release. Regulated pulse. Maybe emotional dependency. Doesn’t matter. It works.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him he couldn’t rely on you like that, but the truth was—you were just as helplessly drawn to him.

Maybe it was the way he always carried himself like he had nothing left to lose, or the strange peace you found in his silence. Maybe it was the way he’d always stand just slightly behind you in crowded hallways, as if watching your back. Or the way his fingers trembled when he thought you weren’t looking.

You brushed your lips against his forehead, then slowly pulled away to look at him. “Lie down. I’m staying with you tonight.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

“…Good,” he said. “Because I don’t think I would last without you.”

A pause. Then, finally, he obeyed, letting you guide him to lie down, head resting on the pillow, your hand still in his.

You tucked the sheets around him like you’d seen Yuri do once, back when Jiro passed out in the lab from blood loss. Back when the rumors started calling him “Frankenstein.” But under the scars and hollow gazes, he was just… Jiro.

Your Jiro.

As the minutes passed, you felt his grip loosen, breath deepen. Sleep finally, mercifully, overtaking him.

You lay beside him, fingers still tangled in his, heart still aching.

And as you watched the sunlight shift across the sheets, you whispered quietly:

“I’ll be here. Even when you’re not.”

And for once, the pain was silent.

Ao3 vers.

[local-lover-boy]

I feel like class 1-A would call Aizawa babygirl by accident and then see their lives flash before their eyes, however Aizawa doesn't even react, he's too tired

[plasmazkiss]

── .✦ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘʀᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ

⛧ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏꜱ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ:

Explosion Hero: Bakugo Katsuki

-#1 Hero after he graduated from UA

-He has a hearing aid in his left ear

-SUPER PROBLEMATIC FOR NO REASON

Sturdy Hero: Ejirou Kirishima

-Posts his workout techniques

-Plays Roblox

-Has posted those Facebook mom photos at least once

Stun Gun Hero: Denki Kaminari

-Brain rot user

-Dating Jirou

-Owns a music store with Jirou named Electric Beats

Acid Hero: Mina Ashido

-Posts about her fashion

-Dances to songs she gets recommended to by her fans

-Likes getting her nails done and posting them

Hearing Hero: Kyoka Jirou

-Dating Kaminari

-Sometimes plays at concerts as a side gig

-Her and Kaminari have a matching music note tattoo

Taping Hero: Hanta Sero

-Plays Roblox with Kirishima

-Owns a pet dog that he treats like royalty

-Streams on Twitch from time to time

⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊ . ⟡ ݁₊

⛧ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ:

-Bakugo owns a motorcycle, it has those goofy flame designs on the side.

-Kirishima play My Hello Kitty Cafe and is super rich in it.

-Kaminari shaved his eyebrows off one time, Jirou still has the photo.

-Mina likes to paint during her free time, she complains about it hurting her wrist, but still does it.

-Jirou collects old music records from 1970 and above, though she gets embarrassed when someone brings it up.

-Sero spoils the HELL out of his dog, he buys her toys, good food, clothes, etc. Anything for his princess.

───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────

⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ:

SORRY IF THIS SUCKS AND HOW LONG IT IS I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE TRYING TO THINK OF HCS.

But overall, this was really fun to make! If you have any requests, don’t be scared to ask me<3

Love, Plasma

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ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ©ᴘʟᴀꜱᴍᴀᴢᴋɪꜱꜱ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇꜰʀᴀɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴇᴛᴄ.

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[koishiro]

can you make another jirou MOODBOARD pleaseeeeeeee (( only if you can !!!

Dating Kyoka Jirou pt.2 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ofc!!! Here you gooo! 💖

[silenceofserenity]

BNHA GIRLS as book tropes - PART 1

Pairing (s): bnha girls x gn! reader

↳ Includes: Uraraka, Ashido, Yaoyorozu, Tsuyu & Jiro

Part 2 includes: Hatsume, Neijire, Toga, Mirko & Midnight HERE

OCHACO URARAKA

↳ LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

there's a 24 hour convenience store down the road from u.a that you absolutely love

it's late and you're out of your favourite snack, so you walk down there to restock

making it to the snack aisle, you hear the sound of something falling and a girls soft gasp

"oh!"

you turn to see a girl with short brown hair and big, startled eyes bending down to pick up a candybar

being the good civilian you are, you also bend down to help her pick it up

"oh thank you! i can be a bit clumsy sometimes, sorry" she says, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly

"that's okay, i love those ones too"

glancing at the shelf, you realise the candybar you just put in her hands is the last one left

"did you want it?"

smiling at her question, you ask "are you offering it out of kindness or because you feel bad?"

"a little bit of both?"

you shake your head and refuse her little gesture, making her frown slightly but she doesn't argue

she picks up another snack, "well, i guess i'll see you around!"

as she walks past you, you feel a light weight in your pocket causing you to look down

she left the store with a small smile while you look down to see the candybar now in your palm.

MINA ASHIDO

↳ "I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE"

you've never believed in love. i mean sure the love stories in books and movies are fun, but you think those just give people unrealistic expectations

mina, on the other hand lives and breathes romance, being the biggest 'soulmates are real!' believer

so naturally, when she overhears you saying "love isn't real" she almost spits out her drink

"excuse me!? love is like, the most powerful thing in the world!"

"love is just hormones and bad-decision making"

after hearing you say that, she clutches her heart dramatically as if you've just shot her

"that's it. i cannot let you live your life believing that, i'm going to prove it to you."

you're intrigued. although, you don't believe she can, but it's still amusing to watch

she opens her bag, bringing out a notebook and pen

"by the time i'm done with you, you're going to be buying flowers and writing love letters everyday."

continuing to write who knows what in her book, you raise an eyebrow

"good luck with that."

she shoves her notebook back in her bag and skips off, shouting behind her

"i don't need luck. love always wins!"

and just like that, your life was now owned by mina ashido's personal mission to make you a romantic but, the question is... how and who will you fall in love with?

MOMO YAOYOROZU

↳ REUNION ROMANCE

you and momo had history back when you were little kids

it wasn't anything official but there was always some sort of quiet, unspoken spark

but nothing ever happened, life moved on and you went your separate ways.

it's now your first day at u.a and you walk in the classroom excited for the years to come, only to lock eyes with the one person you thought you'd never see again

"well, if it isn't the one that got away"

momo's hair falls in front of her face, covering the blush forming on her cheeks

"didn't think i'd see you here"

you smile, a little hesitant on how to react, "no, neither did i"

she looks at you and pauses, almost questioning what to say next

"it's been a while," she looks up, "i've been thinking about you"

your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting to hear that

you open your mouth to say something but hear someone calling her name instead

she turns her head to see who it is, sighing in disappointment

"i guess i have to go."

"i'll see you around then?"

she smiles, turning to look at you one last time, "i'm expecting you to."

TSUYU ASUI

↳ VOICE OF REASON

you've been on edge all day, overthinking and snapping at people accidentally

tsuyu notices, she always does

at first, she doesn't say anything, but that was before she sees you sitting on the couch looking like you were about to explode

"y/n, are you okay? you've been acting weird all day"

"i'm fine."

tsuyu isn't the type to bullshit or soften the truth - she says it how it is

"no, you're not. so are you going to tell me what it is or are you going to pretend like it never happened?"

you think about getting up and leaving, but she's right. if you don't tell her what's been bothering you now, it'll never be brought up again

"it's just... been a rough week, and people kinda suck right now."

she nods her head, listening intently

"people do suck sometimes, but luckily for you... i'm technically a frog."

your head lifts in amusement, making eye contact and finally giving her a small smile

tsuyu always knows what to say in situations and she has always been there for you

"well, aren't i lucky to have such a perceptive frog?"

"the luckiest. *ribbit*"

KYOKA JIRO

↳ FAKE DATING

denki has been relentlessly flirting with jiro for weeks, despite her constantly shutting him down

it's not that she hates him, but he can be a lot sometimes - especially as someone who can't take hints

one day you're lying on her bed, listening to her complain about the newest proposal denki has given her

"at this point, i might as well fake a relationship just for him to shut up"

you think her idea is funny, so you make a joke

"well, i'm always available"

you did not think she would take it seriously.

she pauses and looks at you... really looks at you

"you know what?" she smirks, "that's not a terrible idea"

before you can ask her what she means, she's leaning over to you and taking a photo of the two of you

"wait what are you doing with that?"

ding.

"well, that was fast"

you look down at your phone to see, 'kyoka jiro has tagged you in a post'

your jaw drops, "did you just hard launch our fake relationship?!"

she looks at you with a cheeky grin, "fake? i don't know what you're talking about."

[busterbby]

— how they hold you during kisses.

fluff. gn!reader. hcs. ichiro, jiro, saburo.

note: this kinda turned into general kisses more so than what I had in mind, but nonetheless, here’s something short and sweet to start with! I feel like I’m a little (a lot) rusty since I haven’t written in a while, but regardless, I hope you guys enjoy!!

Ichiro . . . likes to cup your cheeks as he kisses you, to hold you close. Ichiro is always more of a gentle kisser after all ; he’s tender, a gentleman. he likes to rest his forehead against yours, cup your cheeks tenderly with those warm and heavy hands of his, to gaze right into your eyes right after he comes home from a long day of odd jobs. He missed you so today too.

His hands lay a bit heavy on you, yet, ichiro always holds you oh so tender and fragile, as if you’d break any moment he’s careful. His scent, his warmth — you can only focus on him. It’s only ease into his lips and melt underneath Ichiro who treats you as if you’d break

And his thumbs swipe right at your cheekbones, as ichi rubs gentle circles. It’s a little habit of his: to soothe over your knuckles when you’re stressed, draw small circles on your back, rub his thumbs over your cheeks. They have calluses and scratches, sometimes some dirt too, from all his hard work doing odd jobs. But, they’re the most comforting touch you’ve felt.

He likes to hold the- his whole world in his palms — is something cheesy and romantic he probably would say, followed with a warm and deep chuckle of his and adorably blushy cheeks. Sorry sorry, he laughs, that’s a little.. that’s too much, right? But man, there isn’t anything warmer than ichi — not even the evening sun.

Jiro . . . is a little passionate, a bit forward. He leans almost entirely into you as he kisses — his chest against yours, hands held tight, noses touching, hot breaths intertwined. It’s heavy kissing Jiro, with a bit of cute teen awkwardness too. but that’s just to represent the weight of his love for you, I suppose. And the weight of his love- the weight of his heart seeps into his kisses. They’re heavy and hot, again, totally messy too. But you can truly feel his love for you

His hands really like to wander. from your waist to your hands or up your arms and to your nape. Really, jiro doesn’t quite know how to hold you during kisses, since again, he’s never really kissed before (and the only knowledge he has of kisses is from romance anime). but he holds you close anyway, mostly grabbing onto your shoulders and squeezing them tight. Yes, there’s some awkwardness and tension to him, but that’s more or less forgotten because this boy would just melt into your lips so quick. Oh man, those romcoms were on to something..

He’s a bit intense, in the way a teen boy would be. but really, that’s more so because Jiro likes you, and he hasn’t really liked anyone before in the same way — in the same heart fluttery way. And he’s the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so it’s very easy for Jiro to end up carried away, especially in his kisses to you. He just wants to show you- to prove, that he loves you. (even if it ends with his lips or yours being a little tired or bruised)

Bonus: He likes to try and recreate any kiss scene from shoujo mangas and animes that managed to make his heart flutter and cheeks flush, that made this dork look away all flustered and shy.

Damn, he hopes he can do this with you too, Jiro would think to himself, gazing at his bedroom ceiling with a daydream look in his eyes and the cutest pink to his cheeks.

he groans at himself, to his needy heart; this is so uncool of him, huh.

Saburo . . . always tenses up right before a kiss. He’s a little awkward with them ; he can’t help it! Saburo has never kissed anyone, before you that is. He doesn’t know much about romance, and he’s pretty much read all the books and replies online, though they were pretty much useless since Sabu could never quite wrap his mind around them. And besides, he’s much more attuned to holding hands rather than kisses — that’s a bit easier for him to do.

But either way, when he’s dropping you off back at home either from school or one of your many study dates, he’ll always tense up and shut his eyes tight, before leaning in and giving you a short and very firm kiss.

It’s the only kiss he can muster to give for now, but still, it’s as sweet and innocent as one can be.

And saburo always seems to hold your hand when he kisses you. Either both your hands or just one; he instinctively reaches out. Saburo will slowly, hesitantly, grab your finger or two before he slowly closes in and intertwines fingers with you tight.

This felt.. nice, his heart would ease, and his nerves secede a little more. Saburo is just a touch less anxious as he melts a bit more. Your touch, holding hands, does something to him — something he can’t quite explain, something that bothers him to no end (though the butterflies are something he can’t help but enjoy still)

He’s always more stiff and awkward than he should be, especially when he pulls back and can’t even afford to look you in the eyes since he’s so shy (and that bothers him greatly too, that and the horrible blush to him).

but he gives your hands a little squeeze once more, as Saburo untangles his fingers from yours and slowly lets you go. you know, for assurance.

He’s a secret sweetheart, even if he doesn’t entirely show it.

[fr33time]

Ghouls favourite desserts pt. 3

Featuring the boys in Hotarubi, Obscuary, and Mortkranken ♡

A/N: I love talking about sweets, some of the sweets I’ve written about are ones that I want to try in the future. This one took a while to come out because I’ve been focusing on important things in my personal life ^^ I currently have a Jin focused fic in the making, it was an old request of mine, but I accidentally deleted it and I’m hoping the person who requested it will find it when it comes out. Have a lovely day!

divider credits: @konatasoup Genre: Headcanons

See: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Requesting rules here! (View them before asking)

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☆Subaru

Fried ice cream - Subaru likes many desserts, especially desserts from his childhood, but ever since he discovered fried ice cream it changed everything for him. Not only did he find the technique behind fried ice cream interesting, but he loves the combined textures of the crispy batter and the soft ice cream. He feels like it’s heaven hitting his tongue, sometimes Sho makes him some as a gift.

☆Haku

Dango - Haku is another person that has a preference for desserts from his childhood. He likes going to traditional stands to support local and it reminds him of when he was younger in his family home. It’s not too sweet of a dessert and even though there’s many different flavours and styles to try, he sticks with his regular which is hanami dango when it’s available in the spring time.

☆Zenji

Fruit tarts - Zenji is pretty much as sweet as a fruit tart. He loves how they come in small bites, and have a variety of fresh fruits on top of a white custard. He loves eating sweets, and fruit tarts are apart of his many joys in life. It’s also one of the greatest experiences that he misses and how the tart would crumble when he bit into it. He tries to find a way to replicate the same sweetness that he loves.

☆Edward

Chocolate -Edward is a bit of a plain jane, he says that it’s the “ultimate dessert” and arguably the most romantic out of all sweets. He prefers a mix of chocolate flavours, mainly a mix of dark chocolate and milk chocolate where he can get a taste of bitterness and sweetness in one go. He doesn’t particularly like many sweets, but chocolate has been around the longest for him and he finds it comforting when he lays in bed all day.

☆Rui

Swedish delight - Rui finds it adorable how Swedish delight comes in little cubes, and he loves the soft jelly texture when he bites into it. He can’t Swedish delight in most places, so he also needs to order it. He works a lot around Obscuary, so this is his tiny sweet treat as a reward. He can’t resist the soft sweetness in it. When he receives the package, he makes sure to hide it because it’s the one thing he gets to enjoy.

☆Lyca

Crepes - The first time Lyca tried a crepe, he looked like he was about to explode. Since he’s out of his jail cell, he wants to try as many flavours as he possibly can. A crepe was one of the first desserts he ever tried and he fell in love with a simple strawberry crepe with whipped cream in it. He was confused on how to hold a crepe at first and eat it, so it got really messy real fast.

☆Yuri

Macarons - Yuri is extra and only eats food that he deems good enough for him. For him, a lot of macarons at the store are too sweet for him so he needs to specially get them. He mainly has them with his tea, and he appreciates the soft crunch of the macaron. If he could pick his favourite flavour, he would always get lime or a flavour that mimics green tea. He eats them in his spare time and gets embarrassed when someone walks in, he hides them with the utmost speed and makes himself seem suspicious.

☆Jiro

Jello - Jiro can’t process solid foods so Jello is his best bet. He’s not one that eats sweets, he’ll only order something if someone insists that they need to feed him. He eats jello that is sugarless, this isn’t just because he can’t handle the sheer amount of stuff they put in the jello, but also because Yuri stresses to him that he can’t eat too much sugar or else there’s complications. If anything, he just loves the texture and how easy it is to eat.

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[everyonesfinaldestination]

Ok hear me ok tokyo debunker community, now I dont know if this has been done but...

A AU were like mc gets a anomalous deases that turns them into a cat girl (cause tiara calls a little kitty/kitty cat) and we end up having to be an inspector for Sinosta and so on...

If someone could make like a one shot or fluff or smut like that obviously you can get creative, i can't write so I'm to scared to try😭😭i don't want to make myself cringe

So please I'm begging yall...hand over the tiaga dinner HAND IT OVERRRRR

Also like if you write it....tag me pookie👀

[misasimagines]

bathtime w/ Jiro (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: Jiro (Yuri visits, but is not the focus)

rating: SFW but suggestive. Reader is Lustful.

warnings: reader is lustful but respectful. Jiro is naked. GN reader. Reader and Yuri are not necessarily besties.

First Tokyo Debunker fic after being a dead blog for months :thumbsup:

He looked worse than he normally did. It was hard to determine his state on appearance alone, given that he normally had dark circles, a pallid tone to his skin, an empty stare, and hair that was several nights past simple bed head. However, you were familiar enough with his movements by now, how calculated and deliberate they usually were, to tell when something was different, and today they were definitely different. You had positioned yourself in Mortkranken to keep an eye on him under the not untrue guise of hiding out from Romeo and Jin, both of whom were demanding your presence for various tasks you had no responsibility to complete. Your phone lit up constantly while Romeo sent you increasingly deranged threats for not answering him. You flipped it over, screen side down.

Jiro stood at the desk in the back of the room preparing Yuri’s tea. He had a teapot in front of him and a few small canisters of tea leaves he was mixing from. You'd watched him do this plenty of times before, his actions, the sounds, even the smell of the tea was like some kind of elevated ASMR video. Today though, instead of relaxation, you felt a grating sense of wrongness. He moved slower, like through something viscous and dense, and took several seconds to decide on what teas to use when it normally seemed arbitrary he was so decisive and instant. And then it happened. He did something you'd never seen him do before. He spilled tea leaves all over the floor.

You let out a soft gasp and sat up instinctively.

He stared, expression unreadable, down at the mess and you felt a little sharp prick in your heart at how absolutely exhausted he seemed. There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, but there was a universal sense of disappointment in that sidelong stare he gave the wasted tea leaves. He stood for a second more and then lumbered across the room for the broom.

“Let me help,” you offered, hopping up from your seat and hurrying over to him.

“Why? It's not your mess,” he responded in that monotone voice of his, grabbing the broom and turning back to clean up.

“Right. I don't have to help you anymore than you have to make Yuri tea every day,” you reached for the broom and grasped the handle, not quite prepared to wrestle it from the man you regularly saw hauling corpses to the morgue over one of his broad shoulders, but threatening nonetheless.

He stared down at you, his glasses sliding down his nose. “He'll complain if I don't. It's a hassle. I won't complain if you don't clean up after me.”

You frowned at his succinct, pragmatic answer. “Maybe I just want to help you because I care about you, then.” You tugged at the broom. To anyone else, you might have felt embarrassed being so forthright, but Jiro’s bluntness rubbed off on you in his presence. Besides, it didn't feel like a great revelation to share. You did care about him, and by this point, he'd have to be in serious denial to not notice it.

Jiro stared at you a few more seconds, then relinquished the broom. “I'll get the dustpan then.” He acquiesced in a way only Jiro could acquiesce. 

You scoffed quietly and started sweeping the mess into a neat pile while he shuffled back across the room to retrieve the dust pan. He returned and crouched down to hold it so you could sweep up the tea and a fair amount of dust. Looking down at him, you saw just how, dare you say, fucked up, his hair was. It was a bona fide rat's nest, there may have been rats living in it currently, and you weren't sure if the slight discoloration on his bangs was dirt or blood. 

Without thinking, you reached out and plucked a little piece of fuzz from his head and flicked it into the dustpan below. He stared up at you, utterly silent. You stared back. Seconds passed as you processed what you just did and he seemed to understand it no more than you did. “When was the last time you bathed?” You finally broke the silence. There was no point in beating around the bush with him, he surely wouldn't with you.

“Hmm,” he stood up and trekked over to a trash can to dump out the pan. “Before we autopsied that anomaly with 5 heads.”

“That was on Monday.” 

“Yes.”

“It's Friday.”

He turned to look at you, “Oh. It's been four days.” 

Did he not know the date?? You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm yourself. “And sleep? When did you last do that?” You pressed.

Jiro blinked slowly at you. 

You were going to kill Yuri, but that was for another time. This time, you had a giant, dirty, and sleep deprived Jiro to take care of. “You HAVE to take a bath and get some sleep.”

He considered this long enough to give you time to take another deep breath and prepare to nag him. “Okay,” he turned and started shuffling towards the bathroom, only to stop suddenly and put his hand against the wall to steady himself.

Rushing over, you put a hand on his arm in case he collapsed. “Jiro!” 

He blinked away the dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, whatever he was feeling in that barely reanimated body of his, and barely straightened up. He seemed to have the intention to respond to you in some way, but the energy to do so was missing. He shuffled another step forward and you went with him. If this was how it was going to be, you clenched your jaw, this was how it was going to be.

He regained enough strength on the way to the bath that you felt confident he'd be able to survive cleaning up at least. You rushed in and around getting the water up to a warm temperature, grabbing a towel, and pushing him the last few steps towards the tub.

“It would be faster to take a shower,” he commented, kicking off his shoes.

“Do you think you have it in you to stand in a shower long enough to get clean?” You retorted with a raised eyebrow. You lifted the glasses from his face and set them carefully next to the sink.

He let you take his glasses with the familiarity of having had you done it a hundred times before. A hundred times might have been a bit off, but you'd maneuvered them off his head a few times when he was nearly passed out over an operating table and when he had blood all over his hands and couldn't wipe them off himself. It was an action not unusual for you two, which is why the tilt of his head came so naturally when you reached for them. Lifting back up, he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe not. I could also faint and drown in the tub.” 

“That’s why I'll stand guard to check on you every few minutes to make sure you haven't inhaled lungfuls of bathwater,” you promised, avoiding looking too closely at his scarred back as he shrugged out of his shirt. You grabbed it up before it hit the ground and set it aside on the counter.

“Because you care about me?” He asked.

If a person could turn to sand and crumble away or deflate like a balloon and fly around the room making a pitiful little whining sound, you'd have done either. It was one thing to say it yourself to nag and scold him for his poor self care practices. It was another to have it thrown back at you in a way where you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or just earnestly asking. Face flushed an deep red, you turned around to give him privacy (and hide your blush) and stood at the door. “Because I care about you,” you agreed, regardless of the embarrassment.

A minute or two passed and you heard the sound of the water sloshing as he got into the tub. 

You held his towel in your folded arms, facing the door intently. “Just make a noise or something every few seconds so I know you're not drowning, okay?” 

He was quiet.

“Any sound,” you insisted, drumming your fingertips over your arms.

He was quiet, the water was not sloshing.

“Jiro?” You called behind you, suddenly very tense.

He didn't respond and all you could hear was your own heart hammering in your ears. He'd passed out and was currently breathing in water and soap. You'd have to haul him out of the tub and try to perform CPR, but would that work? What if you broke his sternum, could he survive that level of damage when he was already so weak? A million visions of Jiro’s untimely death flashed in your head and made your chest tighten.

You spun around, already halfway towards him before you realized he was fine.

He was resting his head on the back of the tub, looking at you with the smallest curve to his lips, his eyes shut slightly in contented amusement. He might have let out a rare bit of laughter if only he weren't so drained.

Your chest tightened and you considered a few choice words to call him for scaring you like that, but they all caught in your throat. As sweet as he looked, that barely there smile on his face, he looked so worn out and fragile sitting in that tub that could barely even fit him. You took a few steps toward him and set the towel down on the counter. “You scared me,” you admit.

“Sorry.” He responded, his smile had started vanishing, less because his amusement faded and more because the urge to sleep was becoming too strong.

You watched him for a second more and he made no move to start scrubbing himself down or washing his hair. With a sigh, you rolled up your sleeves and crouched up on your knees next to the tub. You had filled it with an absolutely absurd amount of soap and bubbles, so there was no chance of seeing much more than the top of his chest and his knees that poked out over the water. “I'll wash your hair, so take care of the rest of yourself, alright?” You pushed.

He nodded.

You filled your palm with a bit of shampoo and foamed it up between your hands before diving into his mess of knotted hair. You had seen dolls at second hand shops with fewer knots and less tangled hair, and some of those had gone through the dryer or maybe a wind tunnel. You took your time, scrubbing down to his scalp with your fingers as tenderly but insistently as you could.

Jiro relaxed into your touch, slumped so fully into the bath that you had to gently lift his head to reach the back of it. He let out a quiet hum of satisfaction when you raked your fingers up the nape of his neck. His eyes were fully closed now, his eyelashes thick and dark and brushing the tops of his cheeks. Without his mask hanging down around his chin, you could see the cute little beauty mark under his mouth. Droplets of water rolled down his neck, over the little star shaped scars, down his chest and-

His eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. It wasn't particularly different from how he usually looked at you, and maybe that's why it felt so much more intimate than you were used to. If you let yourself get caught in these thoughts, it would recontextualize everything between you and nothing would make sense anymore. You felt paralyzed by him, by your thoughts, by your hands in his hair, by the slow rise and fall of chest and the shifting of bubbles. “You stopped,” he announced, his voice not betraying any real tone of displeasure, but you felt it nonetheless.

“Oh!” You got back to scrubbing, carefully working through the knots, carefully controlling your breathing. “Sorry,” you mumbled. You rinsed out the shampoo, dumping little rinse cups of water over his head, your hand over his eyes now both to hide his near unblinking watch and to prevent soap from getting into them.

You rushed through conditioner, getting as much of his hair as saturated as possible (you had no clue when he'd use it again, after all), and pulled your hand back to stand up. “Okay. Just finish cleaning up and then rinse that out and you'll be right as rain,” you lectured as robotically as you could. The bubbles had started to pop and dissipate and any glances down at him were revealing more that you thought appropriate to see at the moment.

He wrapped his fingers around your hand as you retracted it. His hands were wet and his fingers slightly wrinkled from being under the water for so long. He pulled your hand inward just slightly, enough to indicate he was asking you to come back, but not enough to force you or pull you down.

You settled back on your knees in front of him. He looked pitiful, in the cutest way possible. His hair dripped water down his cheeks, his entire body barely fit into this tub and still he was cramped down into it, reaching up for you like he could pull you in with him.

His lips parted slightly and the pins and needles feeling in your calves erupted.

“Jiro- AAARGG!” 

You shot up, Jiro's hand slipping from yours as you turned to see Yuri pointing at and screaming at you. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!” Yuri demanded, expression crazed with suspicion.

“I was washing his hair!” You insisted, guilt tinging your tone, and then realized you weren't at fault here. He was the culprit. Plus, he'd interrupted whatever moment you were about to have with Jiro. His second major offense. You clenched your hands into fists. “Which he hasn't done in four days since you never give him any time to take care of himself!” You snapped.

Yuri withdrew in indignation, “How dare you speak to me that way, worm!” His hand pressed to his chest, over his heart. “Jiro has 24/7 care from the world's best doctor and foremost researcher on anomalous medicine. He should be grateful!”

You were ready to throw hands when Jiro spoke up. “Yuri, I'll finish up here in a few minutes and bring you tea after.” If only he knew the amount of blood he just prevented from being spilled.

Yuri bristled and rearranged his lab coat. “You do that. I'll be in the lab and you,” he pointed at you again with distaste, “will be going anywhere but here!”

Waving an annoyed hand at him, you retorted, “Let me just wash my hands and I'll be on my way.”

Yuri glowered at you and opened the door to leave, “Don't forget my tea,” he commanded, slamming the door behind him

You positively steamed while washing your hands in the slightly cool water of the sink. You couldn't even ask “who does he think he is” because he had to announce it every five minutes. Dr. Yuri Isami, genius and visionary. Best doctor ever, blah blah blah. Distracted with frustration, you almost forgot Jiro was soaking in the tub behind you until you turned to dry your hands and leave and caught him sitting up and staring at you again.

He was running a washcloth down his shoulder and arm when he spoke, “I'll let you help me again.”

You snorted. It seemed so flippant a conclusion, and yet… you weren't ready to walk away without one last question. “You're capable of doing this yourself. Why would you let me help you?”

He considered this, wringing the washcloth out over his chest, sending a cascade of soap bubbles and water down his skin that you watched with nothing more than scholarly interest. He didn't even look at you when he answered, his voice as cool and apathetic as always, “It must be because I care about you.”

[badboydevotee]

A Birthday for Frankenstein

“Whose birthday? Oh, mine? I forgot. Did Yuri leak my medical records?” -Jiro's Birthday Voiceline.

The sun peeked through the curtains of the small, cluttered lab Jiro called home, casting soft rays over stacks of medical texts and scattered vials. Today, however, the atmosphere was charged with a different kind of energy. The lab was decorated, albeit haphazardly—tattered streamers hung from the ceiling, and an oversized cake sat precariously on a cluttered table, half-hidden behind a pile of lab equipment.

You stood at the doorway, hands on your hips, taking in the scene. “Happy birthday, Jiro!” you announced, your voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Jiro, who had been meticulously adjusting the settings on one of Yuri's experimental devices, paused and glanced over his shoulder, blinking slowly as if trying to process your words. “Whose birthday? Oh, mine? I forgot. Did Yuri leak my medical records?” he replied, his voice monotone, betraying little of the surprise that flickered in his crimson eyes.

You laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, silly! I just thought we could do something nice for you this year. You’re always taking care of everyone else; it’s time someone took care of you.”

With a slight frown, Jiro returned to his work, adjusting his black face mask down to his chin. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I have deadlines to meet. Patients to check up on,” he mumbled, waving a hand dismissively.

“Just for a little while,” you coaxed, stepping closer. “Just one slice won’t hurt your busy schedule.” You gestured toward the cake, decorated with a small, hand-painted skull and crossbones, a nod to his macabre interests.

His eyes flicked to the cake, a faint glimmer of curiosity breaking through his usual indifference. “You know I can’t eat that much sugar,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, almost forming a smile.

You grinned, sensing victory. “Just one slice. Then we can get back to your experiments. Deal?”

With a resigned sigh, Jiro turned off the device and straightened, his posture still rigid, but the hint of a challenge sparkled in his gaze. “Alright. One slice. But only if you help me organize these records afterward.”

You beamed, clapping your hands together. “Deal!”

As you both settled down with the cake, the moment felt oddly warm, despite Jiro’s usual cool demeanor. He watched you with a mix of curiosity and bemusement as you cut into the cake, a skillful slice that revealed the rich red interior. “It looks… edible,” he remarked, his tone lightening just a bit.

“You mean it looks delicious!” you shot back playfully, handing him a plate with a generous slice. “Now, blow out the candles. Make a wish!”

“Wish? I suppose I could wish for more sleep,” he mused, his expression thoughtful. “Or maybe for an end to this endless nausea.” His eyes narrowed playfully as he glanced at you. “Or perhaps for you to stop bothering me about birthdays?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “How about a wish for both? You could use some self-care in your life, you know.”

With a soft chuckle—something rare and genuine—Jiro leaned forward, blowing out the candle with surprising fervor. “Alright. Wish made.”

You both dug into the cake and fed him in turns, the sweet taste juxtaposing the usual bitterness of his workload. As you chatted, sharing stories and laughing about the bizarre things that had happened in the lab, the tension eased from Jiro’s shoulders.

“So, Jiro,” you teased, taking a sip from your cup, “how does it feel to have a birthday celebrated?”

He paused, a shadow of a smile forming again. “Honestly? It feels… nice. Oddly nice.” He glanced at you, his expression softening as he added, “Thank you for this.”

“Anytime,” you replied, feeling a warm glow inside. “Just remember to take care of yourself, okay? I won’t let you forget your own birthday again.”

He nodded, a sense of gratitude mingling with the usual stoicism, as if he were beginning to understand the importance of these moments amid the chaos of his life. The day wore on, and laughter filled the lab, transforming it from a place of isolation into one of camaraderie.

As evening descended, you both returned to the lab equipment, but the atmosphere had changed. Jiro was still the calm, composed figure you knew, but now there was a glimmer of something more—perhaps it was hope, perhaps it was the promise of friendship—shining beneath his cool exterior.

And for the first time in a long while, Jiro felt a little less like a ghoul and a little more like a person deserving of joy.

Ao3 vers.