#Yuri goes for more fashionable things while Jiro finds the cheapest pair and is like - that works.

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

It was a touch embarrassing to admit to himself just what kind of effect Yuri's hands on his thighs had on him. Jiro tried his best to remind himself this was more of a clinical procedure. That much was evident in the way Yuri worked at tense muscle - but the feeling of Yuri's fingers trailing the inside of his leg gave him other ideas. If it were anyone else, he likely wouldn't have this issue. No one could possibly measure up to Yuri's performance. Perhaps this is what he meant when he said 'you've ruined everyone else for me.' As he trails further down his leg, the sensation eases. He would have to make note of this just in case he received any minor injuries on his thighs in the future - or if Yuri ever asks what he wants in bed. He hadn't expected Yuri to continue to his feet either, but the pressure on the arch of his foot was oddly pleasant. "I suppose it would be easier if I flipped over. I can do that." Jiro's eyes are focused on Yuri as he flips onto his back. It might be weird to stare, but he loved to watch Yuri as he worked, admiring all of the different ways his beauty shone through. "You can stop if you need a break," he offers. While the massage feels heavenly, he's already missing the contact with Yuri's body.

Jiro slowly makes his way inside Yuri's office. His eyes are glued to the floor as he approaches with heavy footsteps. He doesn't bother putting the crumpled piece of paper on Yuri's desk like he had planned. The ghoul holds tight to it as he drops to his knees and rests his head on Yuri's lap. There are a few moments of uncomfortable silence before he speaks in a soft voice. "I'm so sorry, Yuri." Whatever is wrong has this powerful ghoul reduced to a scared child awaiting punishment. @ask-jiro-kirisaki

Yuri is overjoyed to see Jiro at first, but his expression is darker and wearier than usual. Then he collapses and if you ask later Yuri will deny the squawked cry, "Jiro!" The ghoul rests his head in Yuri's lap and the doctor almost huffs searching him for any kind of injury or signs of illness, running his fingers through his hair. No head injuries, no scratches, no cuts...he's running a slight fever but it doesn't seem to be concernedly high.

"Jiro...." he sighs, "what happened? What did you find? Talk to me. Please, Jiro..."