#response to ask-jiro-kirisaki

[askhakukusanagi]

Hello. This is Jiro Kirisaki. I wanted to inquire about a couple of anomalies that seem to inhabit Hotarubi that I've seen around campus. There have been sightings of both a biwa that can play itself and a doll floating around. I have seen the biwa. In fact, I find myself hoping to see it while on campus. I enjoy the music it makes. It's soothing and somewhat nostalgic. I haven't seen the doll yet. Are these anomalies welcome additions to Hotarubi? I understand the human students are a bit skittish when it comes to these things.

"Oh, hey, Jiro! Fancy seeing you here."

"The biwa... hmm...nostalgic. "

Haku thought deeply for a moment, brows furrowed as if he were deeply considering his next words.

"Yeah, I've seen it around. It's uh... it usually follows me around a good bit, though, it seems lately, it's wandered its way over to your neck of the woods, huh?"

"Maybe you should come to Hotarubi, so you can listen to it play. I'll make some tea and see if I can get it come to the teahouse a while. I'm not sure why, but, I have a feeling that h-...it would be happy to play for you."

He then shifted his weight a little, a smile spreading across his face. He seemed almost a little reminescent, briefly bittersweet. "The doll... Yes. It's an addition to Hotarubi. I heard one of the students mentioning that it reminded them of someone they knew, so, we chose to keep it around. It's harmless, really. Just curious, and, well, trying his best to he helpful."

Haku didn't dare say something untrue, lest the doll or biwa be in the room with them, or in case Jiro may believe it. He didn't know whether or not Zenji was ready to reconnect with Jiro, but, perhaps babysteps were a wise choice.

"If you'd like to see them for yourself, how about I ask Subaru if we could host you for a while. Of course, with your choice of tea."

For @ask-jiro-kirisaki

《Sorry for the wait!! I had to think a lot about whether Haku would tell him the truth or not. Or a round about truth like these. I think Haku would want Jiro to know, but, part of him fears that if they meet, Zenji may pass on. He hasn't been able to figure out what last wish is keeping him there as a ghost, or if he doesn't have one due to ghoulification, so he'd want to leave that up to Zenji to decide. Sort of like an insurance that, if Zenji sees his brother again, he would know in advance that there is a chance he could chose to pass on.》

[tkdb-hell]

22 - Jiro x Reader

#22 - A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Kisses Prompt List • Kisses Masterlist

(I do my best to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise specified - if you send me an ask and prefer masc or fem, please let me know)

♡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the Mortkranken lab as you stepped through the heavy, reinforced doors, balancing a thermos of hot coffee in your hands. The room was dimly lit, the glow of monitors and machinery casting cold, clinical light across the walls. Jiro Kirisaki sat at his desk, hunched over a pile of medical charts and anatomical diagrams, his hair messy as if he’d been running his hands through it all night.

He didn’t look up when you entered, but you caught the faint twitch of his crimson eyes beneath the shadows of exhaustion. His ever-present mask rested beside him (rarity that it wasn't hooked under his chin), and a long scar ran from his jawline down to the collar of his shirt. He seemed utterly absorbed, a portrait of someone fraying at the edges but unwilling to stop.

“Jiro,” you said softly, stepping closer.

He blinked, his movements sluggish as he turned toward you. His gaze sharpened when he realized who it was, his expression softening just slightly. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

You held up the thermos with a small smile. “You looked like you needed this.”

He stared at the thermos for a moment before taking it with both hands, his fingers brushing yours. A faint warmth rose to his cheeks—whether from gratitude or the proximity, you couldn’t tell.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he muttered, unscrewing the lid. The rich aroma of coffee filled the room, and he let out a sigh that sounded almost relieved. “But… thank you. You know, there are no merits to lowering your body temperature when you're not experiencing inflammation."

“You’re welcome,” you said with a smile, watching as he took a tentative sip. His shoulders relaxed, some of the tension melting from his posture.

“You shouldn’t be here this late,” he murmured, setting the thermos down but not moving away. His crimson eyes caught yours, a flicker of something unspoken passing through them. “Morrkranken isn’t exactly… welcoming.”

“Neither are you most of the time,” you teased gently, tilting your head. “But that hasn’t stopped me before.”

A soft, almost imperceptible chuckle escaped him. “Fair.”

There was a pause, heavy with words unsaid. His gaze flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You really shouldn’t…” he started, but his voice trailed off as you leaned closer, cutting off whatever protest he was about to make.

His lips brushed yours, tentative and hesitant at first, as though he didn't quite believe this was happening. But when you didn't pull away, the kiss deepened. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his touch feather-light and trembling.

The other hand drifted down, skimming across your chest with a careful, deliberate motion, as though he was hesitant to push any further. The warmth of his palm burned through the fabric of your shirt, sending a shiver down your spine. A small sigh escaped your lips, and you felt him pause, his breath hitching.

Encouraged by your response, his fingers flexed slightly, lingering as he explored the curves and lines of your torso with unspoken reverence. He kissed you deeper, his lips soft but insistent, drawing another quiet sound from you.

Just as his other hand settled lightly at your waist, the door hissed open with a sharp mechanical whine.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

You both jolted apart to see Yuri Isami leaning casually against the doorframe, his teal hair slightly tousled, and an infuriatingly sly smirk on his face. He was still dressed in his pristine lab coat, though his sharp eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Yuri,” Jiro growled, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Relax, Jiro. I’m just here for the anomaly report,” Yuri said, holding up a clipboard as if to justify his intrusion. “Though it seems I walked in on… something far more fascinating.”

“Get out,” Jiro snapped, his cheeks dusted with a rare flush as he glared at Yuri.

“Fine, fine,” Yuri said, raising his hands in mock surrender as he stepped back into the hallway. “Don’t let me ruin the moment. But do remember—this lab isn’t soundproof.” He gave you a knowing glance before the door hissed shut again.

Silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint hum of equipment. Jiro sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I really hate him sometimes.”

You bit back a laugh. “He’s not wrong, though.”

Jiro glanced at you, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “About the soundproofing?”

“About not letting him ruin the moment,” you said, leaning closer again.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

[eldizzle69]

“Mortkraken when their lover gets injured”

masterlist

—Yuri Isami

•prepare for the bitching of your life

•he’ll go on and on the ENTIRE time he’s treating you about how stupid you are

•he’ll never admit how worried he actually is and instead will just scold you.

•makes you stay in his line of sight for the next few hours because you clearly can’t be trusted alone

•if you catch him off guard with asking for a hug, he might say yes. But if he does he’s stiff and blushing the whole time.

“Idiotic! Have you no respect for your health?” He complained as he finished wrapping up your arm in bandage. “It’s apart of your personal responsibilities to take care of—what?”

Hold your now wrapped arms open you couldn’t help but smile at his confused face, “it’s apart of YOUR personal boyfriend duties to make me feel better with a hug.”

“Don’t be foolish,” he growled with no bite behind his words. A spell of silence enveloped the two of you. Yuri’s eyes flash back and forth between you and the floor. A blush spreading across his face as he awkwardly accepted your embrace. And he practically malfunctions when you wrap your arms around him.

Jerking away Yuri quickly turned around, but you could clearly see the red tips of his ears. “D-don’t leave this room! I-I c-cant have you running around getting injured! I don’t need anymore work!”

—Jiro Kirisaki

•unsurprisingly very calm

•there’s no use in panicking, besides he needs you calm as well so you can properly tell him what happened.

•treats your wounds calmly, but you definitely notice the way he holds you a bit longer while doing so

•might stick to your side for a little but with the excuse of keeping an eye on your healing wounds.

•he’s not fully familiar with the feeling of worrying for someone, so he might not acknowledge the new feeling right away. But it’s there for sure.

“I’m sorry,” it came out as a whisper, but you weren’t sure what you were sorry for. Sorry that he had to come all this way to treat you? Sorry you were causing trouble for him? Sorry you took him away from his work?—

“For what,” he said as he finished wrapping your ankle up. Gently, his hands stayed in place, holding your injured foot longer than he intended.

“Well umm….,” you could say, and Jiro looking up at you didn’t help. It felt like he was reading your mind, staring straight into your eyes he moved a little closer. “I’m your boyfriend,” he said simply, “you’re allowed to bother me.”

OKAY SO, I wasn’t completely satisfied with Jiro’s part cuz I was having slight writers block for him. BUT I DID IT, and I’m happy enough to post it.😼☝🏻

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

What's Your Type? - Mortkranken Edition

This was originally requested by Anon who asked: "What kind of personality would each of the characters be drawn into?"

I had to split it up into a few sections, separating the boys by their houses so here's the next part. The links to all the others are below. I hope you like the headcanons!

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Yuri Isami, Jiro Kirisaki x gn! Reader

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

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What sort of personality are the characters drawn to?

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Let’s get this one out of the way straight away. To attract Yuri’s attention, you’ve got to be intelligent. You have to be able to keep up with at least some of what he’s saying.

It would also be a bonus if you’re witty. He might be clinical but he can appreciate some sharp humour when it’s coming from someone else, especially if he’s interested in them.

You’ve also got to have a certain tolerance for his personality. He can be a lot sometimes and he knows it’s not easy being around him so he’ll be grateful, even if he doesn’t express it directly.

I think Yuri would also be drawn to someone who knows how to balance taking risks with being responsible. It’s a tricky balance but if you can do it, it helps keep him in line a bit more.

Jiro would be drawn to someone who’s responsible. Having someone around to keep everything from going too far will make him very grateful.

Someone willing to help out would also attract him. He’s got a lot going on with Mortkranken and his own health so a helping hand will be appreciated.

It’s not mandatory but if you’re willing to help him remember the little things, he will find himself attracted to you in a very domestic way. He just needs little reminders to do the normal daily things like showering.

I think he would also be drawn to someone with a mischievous side. He likes playing tricks on people, even if his sense of humour can be a bit dark. He would like to have someone around who can appreciate and reciprocate.

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[rottenzombrainz]

Tokyo Debunker FriendFic (Zenji + Ed)

Beginning notes:

my second fic in my tkdb FriendFic series! based off a pairing @aayakashii mentioned in an ask response >w<

I also sprinkled in some Kirisaki brother content because I love them and you should too!!

Ed might be a little ooc, he's one of the characters I don't study under a microscope...

sfw(obvs),spoilers for Zenji's lore and Ed's too ig

Jiro was on his way to Obscuary, unknowingly being watched over by his dear older brother. It's quite dangerous around Obscuary, after all. Zenji wanted to make sure he was safe.

The dark eerie forest surrounding the dorm was extremely off-putting... but somewhat inspirational too. Maybe Zenji will write his next ballad about this place?

"Edward. Where's Rui? I need to pick something up from him."

It was just like Jiro to so fearlessly stride through the dingy woods, walking with purpose as he made his way to get some herbs from Rui. The charming reaper was usually tending to the garden at this time...but he was nowhere to be found... however, there was another familiar face occupying the garden.

Jiro spoke coldly as he crossed his arms.

"You can just go in the cellar and grab what you need, no need for Rui's blessing. I'm looking for him as well... I'm not feeling well."

"Oh, I remember you. Zenji Kotodama, isn't it?"

Jiro cocked his head.

"If you're not feeling well, you should see someone at Mortkranken or the infirmary. I'm busy right now but if you tell me your symp-

Ed's crimson eyes stared directly into Zenji's. Could he see him too? Or perhaps he was mistaking Jiro for his big brother?

Jiro's brow furrowed at Ed's words and interruption. Just as he was about to correct him, Rui came jogging over.

"Big J! Hey! You haven't been waiting for me long, have you? My bad~"

Ed smiled brightly at Rui's presence and opened his mouth to speak. Rui flashed him a scowl.

"Ed, can you clean your own room? Just this once? I need to help out Big J!"

The lethargic vampire sighed, eyes flashing back to Zenji.

"Fine, fine. I'll just have our other guest keep me company."

"My my, it's not often I see such a kind soul stay in this mortal plane post-mortem. Will you keep me company for a little?"

Rui rolled his eyes before gesturing Jiro to come with him. Zenji bid goodbye to his little brother as he left. He felt comfortable leaving him in Rui's care, Rui is a good man. However... Zenji didn't feel the safest with the sanguine-sucking captain of Obscuary.

Zenji swallowed his fears and took a step forward.

"But of course! Who would I be if I passed up such an opportunity to mingle with the esteemed captain of Obscuary?"

"Great. I have this YouTube video I wanted to show Rui... but it seems he's too busy to indulge in me. "

Zenji lit up at the mention of "YouTube".

"You enjoy watching online videos? That's simply wonderful! Oh, do I have the channel for you!"

Ed's head cocked to the side.

"Really? How about we talk more in my room. I don't like being outside like this, even if it is always night here."

Zenji nodded, following Ed as he turned into a bat and flew into his room through an open window.

Ed's room was... atrocious, to say the least. Zenji had never seen such a filthy and unkept place. The stench alone could kill him all over again. And what's that weird liquid in that jar over there?

"My apologies, it's been a few days since Rui's cleaned the place"

The unsteady poet nodded, forcing a smile on his face. Ed patted the spot next to him on his bed as he pulled out a large tablet, holding it far from his face as he squinted and slowly tapped at the screen.

"Ah, here it is! Isn't this adorable? It's a cat playing the piano!"

"Oh my! This is the cat's pajamas!"

He turned the tablet towards Zenji, showing him the aforementioned video.

"'The cat's pajamas'? Now, that's a phrase I haven't heard in a while..."

"Yes! Language changes and evolves, just like the people who speak it. But I believe nothing holds a candle to the lingo used decades and centuries ago!"

Ed smiled in agreement before going back to tapping away in his tablet.

"My new dear friend, if I may, I'd love to show you the YouTube Channel I mentioned before. It's one of pure creativity, and unfortunately overlooked talent!"

"Oh? Please, do show me!"

The vampire happily handed over his tablet to Zenji who began typing away at the device in a similar manner to Ed.

"Zenji Kotodama Official?"

"Yes! This is where I post all of my best works! My dear friend Haku records and uploads them for me. Kudos where kudos is deserved!"

Ed hummed in intrigue as he browsed through Zenji's most popular uploads. His best one had 20 likes. He tapped on one of Zenji's music videos, Zenji hovering over his shoulder to gauge his reaction.

"Oh my! This is wonderful!"

"Is it not? I pour my heart and soul into my work! I'm over the moon that you enjoy my art!"

The pleased nightstalker nodded as he began to watch another one of Zenji's videos.

"Ah, yes... Your passion reminds me of how tasteful music was back in my day. I need to show this to Rui and Lyca, they'll love it!"

Zenji stood up and spun around with joy.

"Your kind words humble me, new dear friend. Shall we continue basking in the joy of inspired art?"

Ed let out a yawn as he placed his tablet back onto his bedside cabinet.

"Perhaps another time. I'm feeling quite tired, I had a very busy day after all. It's not often I go outside."

"But of course! Get your well-deserved rest, new dear friend! I will return at a later date- when you are feeling more energetic."

The vampire nodded, lazily waving goodbye to Zenji as he phased through the window. Just in time too, Jiro seemed to have finished up getting what he needed from Rui.

Zenji walked with Jiro until he reached the grounds of Mortkranken. He watched with pride as his brother diligently carried boxes of herbs before turning around and making his way back to Hotarubi.

"You were out for a while. Did you get swept away by inspiration again?"

"No, dear Haku! I made a new friend today. The esteemed captain of Obscuary!"

Haku greeted - or more so asked in place of a hello- once Zenji returned to Hotarubi.

"Oh really? Good for you. I'm glad you're back, I was getting worried."

"Oh, Haku! Your concern brings my heart great joy, dear friend!"

"Mmh-hm. I need to go help Subaru with something. Wanna come with?"

Zenji shook his head.

"No, not this time. I have to create a new song in ode to my visit to Obscuary."

"Alright then, good luck."

Haku waved as he left the room, leaving Zenji to his art and practice.

Ending notes :

as of finishing this fic up, it's 5:09 am. So if anything sucks, blame it on the fact that it's so early for me!

You may have already noticed, but I kinda like to embody the "main character" of this FriendFics through my narrator. I had fun writing similar to Zenji :D

If you have an idea for one of these FriendFics™, don't be afraid to send in an ask! I really enjoy writing these

[askruimizuki]

((The following takes place sometime before the clash)) Jiro sighs as he takes his usual seat at the bar. Between his studies and the lab work that was piling up, he was exhausted. The newest anomalous specimen was more difficult to dissect than Darkwick had anticipated for a multitude of reasons, leaving Jiro to be the one responsible for examining and cataloguing it. It was all worth it in the end though. His findings would hopefully advance their ability to treat their patients. He had put in the paperwork to test the new solution on a variety of bacteria and viruses. He just had to wait for the green light from his advisor. "Hey bartender," he lightly teases, "I'll take the usual." He smiles at the blonde man behind the counter. The pair had met after a small-scale riot in Ultio's prison. Jiro had been sent there after things calmed down to treat prisoner and warden alike. Very few injuries were severe, leaving him able to treat most on-site. Rui was one of those patients, but he ended up spending the most time with him. His injuries were superficial, but Jiro found himself lost in conversation, which was unusual for him. One conversation in and they just clicked. - @ask-jiro-kirisaki

A rare sight, indeed, to see Jiro here at the bar. But not unpleasant. After all- the Mortkranken Vice-Captain was a breath of fresh air. Pragmatic, as always. And never needing to guess his motives. Not to mention, he was clean and would be far more of an ideal housemate than who Rui was stuck with now. Though… he supposed Ed and Lyca had their charms. And they kept him busy.

The usual was easy, the blond moving with practiced ease as he began to assemble the drink. Leaving out the alcohol-like components. After all, Big J was still in recovery from the Clash. Everyone was, in their own way.

With the beverage carefully put together, it was placed with a soft clank to the bar top and a gentle slide over. A gliding pace before it stopped just in front of Jiro. Practiced, indeed. Rui figured he’d probably do well at shuffleboard if he ever got to the age of- well… retiring. Doubtful, though.

“What brings you in?” He finally broke the silence, pale ruby eyes gleaming over at the bar companion.

@ask-jiro-kirisaki

[ask-doctor-isami]

🎁🎄 Jiro had initially considered leaving the small wrapped box in Yuri's office, but there would be important context lost. A slew of dangerous missions and memories of loss had tested his own patience. There was no question that needed to be asked (although when the time came, he would. After all, why deny Yuri the experience of a proper proposal?), but he didn't want to leave any room for doubt. Most importantly, he didn't want to be robbed of the chance to declare his intent. He got the idea when he overheard a pair of students talking excitedly about friendship necklaces - the kind where each of the two pendants served as one half of a whole. In response, the young assistant purchased two rings with simple matching patterns. One sitting in the wrapped box, and the other already placed on the ring finger of his right hand (after all, the left was reserved for their actual marriage, should they be fortunate enough to live to see that day). Jiro knocks on the door to Yuri's office, but doesn't wait to be allowed in - the fact that he even remembered to knock was a miracle in itself. "I know it's a bit early, but it's quite difficult to hide a surprise from you." He rubs the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "Admittedly, I didn't want to wait to give this to you either." Jiro pulls the small, neatly wrapped box from his pocket and places it on his desk. "Merry Christmas, Yuri." - @ask-jiro-kirisaki

Yuri glances up from his paperwork with a smile when his assistant arrives, "Jiro!" The urge to kiss him is strong but he waits as Jiro produces a small wrapped box. Jiro got him a gift and is giving it to him now. He couldn't wait, and Yuri can't either as he peers at the box.

He peels the tape off and unfolds the wrapping paper cautiously; Jiro wrapped it so carefully, it'd be a shame to simply tear the paper off. His brows knit together with confusion as he uncovers the box and opens it.

The silence is long and heavy as he stares at the ring and processes the gift. There's a ring on Jiro's hand that wasn't there before. It matches the ring in the box. Yuri's gaze moves from the ring to Jiro's face, then back to the ring. Breathes in, breathes out.

In a heartbeat he's on Jiro, climbing over the desk to fling himself at his boyfriend, capturing those lips for himself. Matching rings. Custom matching rings in their colors and patterns and exactly his size; if their wedding rings aren't half as romantic as this, he'll have failed Jiro completely. "It's beautiful, Jiro, I love it."

[glorifiedstreetmagician]

Truth! - If Darkwick forced you to exorcise Zenji's spirit under threat of imprisonment or death, would you?

Haku, who usually remained so easily in control of his outward emotions, turned at once pale while his golden eyes sharpened. Who was this, how did they know of Zenji's spirit? He tried to keep his ghost as much a secret as possible beyond their closest friends so no one would ask him to attempt exorcising or cleansing to put the Kirisaki to rest.

Any answer felt dangerous. Would Zenji want to rest after all this time? Did he ever wish to die, properly die, with none of the lingering spirit he had become? No... he couldn't. He loved his brother, Jiro, and would not wish to leave him behind.

The real question was whether Haku valued his life more than he valued Zenji's remaining spirit. Imprisonment or death.

With silent fury, Haku tried to rip the shock collar off him, only to cry out when it delivered a painful current in response to the interference. He swallowed thickly, tongue feeling vaguely like rubber as he breathed heavily through his nose.

Imprisonment or death.

How much of a spine did Haku Kusanagi really have when it came down to it? Would this ever become a reality he had to face?

With a displeased curve to his mouth, he said, "I would not. It's not up to me or Darkwick. If I have to suffer the consequences, so be it." I am never giving up Zenji.

[ficoandleo]

Romeo rolls his eyes at the response he's given. He could just send someone to break in and find the information but he's sure Yuri keeps Jiro's files close to his chest. Brute force is Taiga's way anyway. Romeo talks things out. Romeo makes deals.

I'll be taking Kirisaki on a mission

I'd like to make him something befitting of the location. It's practical

He can keep it afterwards if he'd like to. It's on DW's dime

Don't ask about the logistics of this in terms of timeline when the actual chapter comes out. I just wanted Romeo to have fun making clothes.

Of course he hadn't run by Yuri or Jiro that he intended to take Jiro on a mission with him before just now. . .especially since he didn't plan to bring Yuri. Yes, Jiro needed medical care multiple times a day. But that was Jiro and Yuri's problem to work out. Hyde had only told him that he needed to bring two ghouls from other houses. He was a ranged fighter, Kaito couldn't fight at all. So they needed someone with more melee capabilities.

Jiro probably barely remembered who he was. Which meant Yuri was the only social hurdle he had to get over to get his help. He could deal with Yuri. . . .Probably.

Yuri receives a text from Romeo? It's rather unexpected that he has his number still.

Send me Kirisaki's measurements

WtA, IS, ULC, LLC, W, H, StW, AL, UAC, LAC, B, and N should be enough.

No, his shoe size too

RS on all fingers

How many piercings does he have and where

That's a lot of acronyms. Did he get all that? / @ficoandleo

Yuri stares at the text, initially startled that Romeo would ever text him first. He can understand most of the acronyms, they're not too dissimilar to the medical ones and he'd already been through a panic about LLD with Jiro early on into the repair process.

He wants....all of Jiro's measurements? It's not like he doesn't have the numbers, he re-inspects them regularly. He's just not sure why Romeo, of all people, wants them.

[Why do you need all these? Don't tell me you've finally warmed up to Mortkranken and want to give the overworked ghouls a present.]