#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

Masterlist

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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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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[daetko]

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!)

⊱ masterlist

chat i uploaded two days in a row are u proud of me

[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]

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.

[koishiro]

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

Dating Kyoka Jirou pt.2 <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : ofc!!! Here you gooo! 💖

[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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[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👀

[frickingnerd]

kyoka jirou with a s/o who has a computer quirk

pairing: kyoka jirou x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, pc-related!quirk

jirou absolutely loves your quirk!

you are able to do so many things with your quirk that jirou finds amazing and she seemingly discovers new things about you every day

for one, you are able to plug yourself into electronic systems and use them how you please

you can extract data and store it inside your brain, being able to learn new things in the blink of an eye

you can also upload your memories and any images or sounds you remember

you often use this to capture special moments with jirou – uploading an image of her smiling or an audio file of her singing

you also function as a speaker of sorts, being able to replay audio, which you often casually use to play music when you're hanging out with jirou

honestly, jirou envies your quirk and she regularly reminds you how cool she thinks it is! or rather how cool you are!

[dreamscapesofimagination]

A/n: there is no love here yet for Jiro and i need to fix that bc mans is my top fav. We love a tall, sciencey man w hot girl tummy problems over here.

Formatted weird bc I am on mobile!

TW: Fluff! Jiro is a bit insecure. He is also head over heels. Ending kinda sucks bc i couldn't think of how to end it lol

Synopsis: Jiro thought he knew a lot about you- average blood pressure, enzyme values, how your lungs sounded beneath the stethoscope- turns out you are also a talented artist.

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The floorboards creaked as Jiro stepped inside, thankful Yuri had been awake this morning to give him his medication before he had to come do this health check.

Without his meds, he knew he would have to scurry away quickly, and his condition would prevent him from sharing a small breakfast with you.

He didn't quite understand his feelings for you- sure, he knew how endorphins rushed through his system around you and triggered the increase of his heart rate.

He knew the scientific reasons behind his attraction- he just didn't know how to react to it. The two of you had been in limbo- not quite together but closer than just friends.

He knew you reacted the same to him- could see it in the way your heart rate would be erratic on the EKG when he would do it (Yuri had banned him from being around when your heart rate or blood pressure were monitered, and today Jiro was just to draw blood and ensure you appeared well) , or the way your cheeks would warm up when his fingers brushed your skin.

His eyes scanned the church, taking in the homey feeling you had created since moving in.

Plants littered some of the pews, and you had cushions placed around for the cats.

He could hear the shower running, and assumed you were in there. While he waited, he wandered across the old room to set his bag on the desk.

He began pulling out his supplies, before sighing when he realized he had forgotten his pen.

Surely you had one in one of the drawers?

He slid the top one open, eyes widening at what he saw.

A drawing.

Of him.

He carefully pulled out the sketchbook, unable to take his eyes from the drawing as his heart hammered in his chest.

He looked focused in the drawing, and he imagined you had drawn him from one of the times he had helped you study.

Flipping to another page, he felt as if he couldn't breath.

Him again, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You had talent, and you used it to draw him, a chronically ill ghoul who struggled to hold conversations even with people he liked.

"Jiro?" the sound of your voice caused him to whirl around, guilty he had been snooping.

His breath caught at the sight of you standing there, in a tanktop and pair of shorts, toweling off your hair.

"I-uh- I was just waiting for you to finish, Yuri sent me to take some blood samples and make sure you are well,"

He winced internally at his stumbling words, feeling his stomach turn at his increased anxiety.

"I don't mind you looking at them, you're just so pretty and I wanted to draw you," a blush coated your cheeks at your admission.

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, feeling his own cheeks burn.

You thought he was pretty? Half the time his already pale complexion was sickly due to his condition (and lack of sleep), circles that nearly matched his hair rimmed his eyes- not to mention his frequent bouts of nausea.

He jumped when your hand waved infront of his face, so lost in his own thoughts that your closeness had gone unnoticed.

"Ji, you okay? I'm sorry if I weirded you out." your voice was sheepish and oh so sweet, round cheeks burning with embarrassment.

He quickly shook his head, "no, you just surprised me. I've never really had someone be interested in me."

Jiro's voice was matter-of-fact, and clearly he was not searching for sympathy.

He had accepted his differences, and his schedule didn't exactly leave room for romance- nor did Yuri think such frivoloties were necessary. It wasn't until he met you that the consideration that he may be missing out had even entered his thoughts.

Yuri had even noticed, urging Jiro to just ask you out if only to stop distracting him with his 'mournful, pathetic expression and moony-eyed stares.'

Jiro had never really noticed nor cared about the captains absence of bed-side manner, though that comment had made him very aware of it.

"Well, now you do. I know you're very busy, but maybe one of the times you're free you'd like to do something?" you chewed your lip as you asked, n action he had long since learned you did when you were unsure of yourself.

An action that caused all his attention to fall to your lips, wondering what they would feel like.

"I think that would be enjoyable," his words came out softer than he intended, and your bright smile after his words caused his already hammering heart to nearly stop.

He wasn't sure he'd survive a date with you, but he would need to be incapacitated to not accept the offer.

[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.

[mishy-mashy]

Given the way BNHA genetics work, where the kids look the most similar to their mothers, Shinomori might have been Bruce's nephew

Y'know, I didn't think about that, but yeah- a lot of characters look like their moms (Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Jiro, Koda, etc)

I actually think they might've been cousins. Subscribing to the idea of [most kids take after their mothers], maybe they're cousins through their mothers?

Having OFA for 18 years and dying at 40 means Shinomori received it when he was 22. Shinomori being 22 years old seems close to how old Bruce actually could've been when he was alive himself.

Shinomori being Bruce's nephew is a cute idea though. I still think they'd be close in age, but Hikage can call Bruce "Uncle" to mess with him

Hikage: Uncle-

Bruce: Please don't make me feel old.

An adult that's a few years younger than you, calling you uncle. So like. Bruce could've been the babysitter / older cousin / uncle to weirdo Shinomori and he's just so used to babysitting that it automatically translates over to patiently dealing with Kudo and being protective over him (+ anyone in his care)

(Bruce gave OFA away before he went to go fight, so he really was protecting what was put in his care [Yoichi + Kudo] so they didn't disappear with him. Even if it was just a responsibility and basically their last organ that happened to manifest consciousnesses)

Bruce has Kudo. Shinomori has Banjo. Both are shorter, more risk-taking people that lead the way, but need someone level-headed by their side because they might charge in otherwise.

If they're related, that means Bruce probably also ages well too. And it means Bruce also might have a baby face like Shinomori-

(They look alike. They're also very so cute)

[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.”

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 10: Gift giving w/ Jirou Kyoka

Word count: 1k, Gender-neutral reader

Coming back to the dorms from your anniversary date was a delightful feeling. Being full from the yummy dinner and both exhausted from the long day, but there was one thing you guys had to knock out before heading to bed.

You sat in Jiro’s dorm room, a small box within your hand as she scanned under her bed, pulling out a medium-ish neatly wrapped box.

Jiro sat on the bed as she faced you beside her, holding the box in her hands, a slight blush on her face. "I have your gift right here, do you want to give me yours first?" You hold her gift and smile sheepishly, excitement bubbling inside of you. “Yeah, here!” You pass her the gift as your heart rate quickens from her longing gaze.

She carefully takes your gift, setting yours down momentarily as her fingers lightly trace over the wrapping as if admiring the effort you had put into it. She slowly begins to unwrap it, her eyes full of anticipation. Jiro opens the box, her curiosity piqued, her eyes widening as she sees what's inside.

Her eyes scan over the note you had left in the box before reaching the silver strewn necklace underneath it with your initials charmed in the middle of it encapsulated by two bass clefs mimicking a heart. Jiro reads the note, her heart rate increasing with each word. “Check the closet..?” She glances over at the closet, a mix of excitement and confusion on her face. Holding the necklace in one hand, she slowly gets up from her bed and walks over to the closet.

With a shaky hand, Jiro reaches for the closet door, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind is racing, wondering what could possibly be inside. Slowly, she pulls open the door and peers inside, her breath catching in her throat. There it was, a pristine four stringed bass guitar glimmering in the open light. It was decorated with her hero colors and a few nods to her quirk.

She gasps as she pulls it out, her eyes widening in surprise. She feels the smooth surface of the instrument, her fingers tracing over each detail. "Oh my god, it's beautiful… You even got it in my hero colors…" You nod “Of course, beautiful. I wanted to make it special so I made sure to have it detailed to a T!” You spare her smile as you lean back onto the bed proudly.

Jiro continues to admire the bass in her hands, admiring all the work you put in to make it perfect for her. "I can't believe you got me this… It's perfect." She looks up at you, a mixture of gratitude and surprise on her face. She carefully places the bass down into one of her stands and sits down beside you on the bed, her eyes still fixed on the bass. "I honestly didn't expect you to get me something like this. It means so much to me… Thank you."

She looks down at her gift to me and back up. “It's not as expensive or whatever but here.” You smile and take her gift graciously. “I don't care about money, Kyoka. As long as it’s from you I know I'll love it.”

Inside the box, you find a framed picture of the two of you enjoying the school festival together, a bracelet with a small, star-shaped charm, and a handwritten card with a heartfelt message. “Kyoka, this is so sweet!” You take the bracelet out and slip it on. Then looking at the framed photo gleefully. "I'm glad you like it. I wanted to get you something special, something that would remind you of all the great memories we've shared together."

You glance over with a smile, wrapping your arm around her waist and hugging her until your attention is drawn back into the note.

It reads, "This photo is just one of the many happy memories we've made together. I cherish each and every moment I spend with you, and I hope the bracelet serves as a reminder of how much you mean to me and how much you make me smile." You awe at the heartfelt note, bringing her back in for the hug. You knew she was easily flustered at times but just knowing she took the time and heart to create your gift was enough to know she truly cared.

She’s caught a little off guard by the unexpected hug, but immediately hugs you back, her arms wrapping around you. She buries her face into the crook of your neck, feeling your warmth and closeness.

“Thank you beautiful, you are so amazing and I'm so glad I could spend this last year with you by my side as my best friend and girlfriend.” The words leave your mouth like butter, only speaking the truth. Jiro smiles against your neck, her heart swelling with affection. "I feel the same way. Spending time with you has been a journey that I cherish, not just as your girlfriend, but also as your best friend. You've supported me, understood me, and made me incredibly happy. Even if you get on my nerves sometimes." The jab only widens your smile as her witty personality arises once more.

You pull away and look at the guitar. “You know what, you should hook it up! I wanna see you try it out, yeah?” Jiro chuckles and nods, a small blush on her cheeks. "Yeah, I should probably try it out, shouldn't I?" She carefully picks up the bass and starts attaching the strap to it, making sure it's secure before she plugs it into her amp.

The rest of the night was filled with Jiro breaking out her new guitar, you taking in the music that seemed to dance around her dorm and the silent moments you two decided to endure before curfew hit. It was a day that neither of you could forget and that you had hoped would soon become ritual with each passing year– maybe even through each month. You could only hope however, every day with her was music to your ears.

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