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｡･:*:･ﾟ☆Favourite's Privilege｡･:*:･ﾟ

𓆩♡𓆪 Part two of Picking Favourites 𓆩♡𓆪

✧.*Synopsis: Since finding out he's your favourite Ghoul, Jiro has been acting... the exact same. Things take a turn when it becomes time for him to sleep over in your dorm again, does he not get special favourite's privilege?

✧.*Tags? Jiro Kirisaki x Reader, Fem MC, no spesific physical descriptor for MC beyond being shorter than Jiro and being refered to as "small" for the same reason, extra pining, Jiro is annoying, some fluff, SMUT: Dom!Jiro, Sub!Reader, 0.2 seconds of masturbation, unprotected sex (stay safe kiddos), posessive!Jiro, Jiro loses his composure, fingering, kind of aggressive sex?, dirty talk -- degradation and praise, size kink (oops), stomach buldge, the writer is way too into Jiro Kirisaki :(

✧.*Notes? not sure if anyone saw my 'upcoming' post, but this was meant to be 1/2 seperate Jiro smuts. I am also writing a non-smut Jiro thing now lolol. still unsure if said thing is part 3 to this or not. but yeah, thank you to everyone who requested a part 2 to this, I will continue to write Jiro the most out of all the characters lolololol, also we all agree that Jiro has a really high libido, right?

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The questioning has not stopped.

Yet another exhausting week at Darkwick. It didn't even feel like a week, quick as if only two days had passed but dragged out for longer than a year. A mission you barely got out of alive, a pile of homework you barely got around to thinking of, and a constant buzz of questioning from your friends and allies alike... At this point you had contemplated adding everyone to a group chat, sending the message "Jiro is my favourite, stop asking." and exiting out of it in an instant so you wouldn't need to deal with it further. You love them all, of course you do, and you want them all to feel that love, but it has been getting tiresome repeating the same answers again ang again on top of dealing with everything else you've got going on.

Honestly, it's not been that bad, but you're so tired and overwhelmed that even a single mention of the topic is enough to annoy you... You need to catch your breath for a second.

It's getting late, your day only ended an hour ago or so, so stress clings to you still. You've freshly showered, freshly free from responsibility, and finally able to catch your breath, just as you had asked for.

Sighing, you fall to your bed, lights still on... You just want a second before you make plans for the rest of the evening; you could sleep, catch up on some reading, watch a movie, listen to some music... the possibilities are as endless as your room itself... so not that endless, but still vast. Right now, staring at the ceiling is the most appealing thing for you, allowing your thoughts to catch up with you after they were forced to chase you down all week.

It doesn't take long for these thoughts to drift...

Jiro has been acting so strange all week, or at least you'd call it strange, you're unsure what would be the best way to describe it.

After he acknowledged his status as your favourite once, he never brought it up again. He remained unchanged against it all, still constantly behind you, still constantly hard to read.

But then your thoughts drift further...

When he was in your bed that morning his hands felt so warm around you. You wiggle yourself under the covers, bunching up the blanket and bringing it up to your face. You had no time to change your bedsheets this week, which is not a good habit, but you can still faintly make out his scent.

You didn't see him much during the week, but at one point you were both waiting for class to start with your backs to the wall and he suddenly turned around to tower over you, protecting you from an accidental avalanche of books hurled from the hands of a passerby. He leaned his elbow against the wall and looked down at you from so far high, his expression blank. Your probably looked so pathetic looking up at him with a heated face, but he just readjusted his glasses and commented that "Your heart rate is abnormally high."

When you woke up beside him, he bent your torso so easily, as if you were a piece of paper. He's so strong, isn't he? He could have probably spread your legs apart with a single finger and--

Your face is so warm as you nuzzle against the covers, your body has moved to the same position he put you in then, and you have unknowingly slid your hand through your panties, slowly circling your clit through the thin fabric.

--Fuck you whichever way he wanted.

Pleasure shoots through your body as your imagination finally roams free, allowing you to imagine such perverted things about your friend is so gross of you, it wasn't his fault he got hard in his sleep - oh, how good he felt against you for that one moment.

A knock on the door causes your whole body to jump back into reality, your hand immediately being over your chest and your eyes opening wide.

"Fuck, what now?" you mutter under your breath as you open the door, sighing.

"Hey." It's Jiro.

You look away, avoiding his gaze, you were just about to touch yourself to the thought of him, and now he's here, how are you meant to look him in the eyes?

"Can I come in?" he asks.

Oh yeah, it's been a week. Tomorrow you have another anomolous combat class. You completely forgot to pay attention to what day it was. It's a good thing you insisted he knocked. A few months ago he would have walked right in with dead-silence and found you where you were.

You move to let him in, still in silence and still unable to look at him.

"You smell good." Is what you manage to say, good for you.

"Oh, I showered before I came here." at least he didn't find it a weird thing to say... You hope.

You try again, "How a-are you?"

"I feel good, Yuri just gave me medication," he walks through your dorm room, towering over everything, "And you?"

"That's good," your voice is a shriek, you have to control yourself better, so you take a deep breath, "I-I'm a bit tired."

Jiro sits on the edge of your bed, manspreading. He takes off his glasses and cleans them with the edge of his casual pajama shirt. You look him up and down and lick your lips involuntarily, he looks so-

He puts his glasses back on and turns to look at you, blinking, "You're staring at me again."

You jolt nervously, throwing your hands up and shaking them as if to reject what he is saying, "Again?" you ask.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "You've been doing it a lot lately."

Honesty is not the best course of action here, "You're handsome."

...fuck.

"Me?" he asks, snickering at you with his eyebrows quirking down slightly, as if he does not believe it. Maybe he doesn't.

You blink blankly, dumbass, why did you say it out loud.

"Come here." Jiro says with a friendy tone, but when you look at him to confirm where 'here' is, you see that he is pointing to his legs, gesturing for you to sit on him.

You walk stiff with your hands glued to the side of your body, and pause when you're standing right beside his thigh.

"You're being so weird," he chuckles, and his tone is still friendly as he asks you to "Sit." yet he grabs you by the arm and pulls you down as a suggestion of sorts, unforcefully. You take the lead and sit over his thighs with your legs to the side, looking straight ahead at the nice looking wall.

Jiro's face shuts in on itself as he lets out a deep chuckle, "Aren't I your favourite?" he asks, "Don't I get any special privileges?"

You can feel your walls tighten around nothing, your whole body stiff, but you do your best to turn to face him, just a bit, "L-like, hm," you cough, "Like what?"

He doesn't answer, and his expression doesn't shift. Instead, he grabs one of your legs and brings it across his thighs so that you are straddling him, forced to look him in the eyes, as he pulls you by the lower back so that your pelvises touch. Your eyes widen and dart down as you feel his hard length against your core, he makes sure you know he's hard, by grabbing your hand and putting it between your bodies as he asks, "Do you want me?" he is serious.

"I- I- hm, wh-" speaking proves difficult for you, as your walls tighten around nothing again.

"I gave you a lot of hints," he confesses, "You've been quite bad with picking up on them."

He is so, so hard. But his length feels massive against you, strained by layers of fabric, you're unsure if you could even take him, but your core beckons for him by growing wetter and wetter by the second, trying to pull him in without you having to do anything. You look down at the place where your bodies meet, and then at him, and then again, unable to form a coherent sentence that shows him just how much you want him.

When you don't answer, he makes sure you're alright, or more so, asserts that you are, "You don't seem uncomfortable, but if you are I apologize and we can pretend I-"

"I do." You manage, finally, "I do want you. Really really badly." the last part comes out more like a moan than a sentence, but it's enough to make him laugh at you again, and to kiss you.

The kiss is intense. You pull him closer by the neck and the hair, grinding down on him very slightly while his hands roughly explore your body. He breaks the kiss to instead kiss your jawline, making you moan and grind on him faster. He moves back to your lips, this time with more intent, pushing you down along the bed with ease.

Jiro looks down at you, leaning over his hands, he looks so different than he usually does; almost animalistic. His dark hair hangs over his eyes, making a faint light shining a white streak over his glasses, and darkening his gaze. You realize how big he is compared to you, caging you just by being above you, but you're never scared of him, even now, when he looks so dangerous; you look up at him with excitment, helping him slide your shirt over your head and throw it aside. You're not wearing a bra, you didn't remember he'd come over, and yet he smiles at that as if you had intent hidden behind the decision.

He lowers himself with a smooth motion to grind against your core, "Mine." he claims next to your ear, pushing his torso into yours again and kissing your neck so roughly.

"Y-Yours?" it sounds like a question, but you meant it as a statement.

Jiro's laughter shoots directly to your core as his eyes darken even more than they already did, "Of course you are," he continues kissing lines from your neck to your jaw, staying in some spots to ensure a mark is left, "Everyone knows, right?" he whispers, "Everyone knows I'm your favourite, that you're mine."

"I- yours." you nod, whimpering as he sucks a spot on your neck. You are reminded of your worries from before as he grinds into you again, Jiro can see it in your eyes, and rises to his knees to pull your pajama pants down.

"I'll prep you," he reassures, "Don't worry."

You nod again, cold from his sudden absence over the top half of your body.

Jiro scoffs at you, and you look down to see what he's reacting to. Your bare thighs are covered in slick wetness, having spread from your soaked through panties. This is the most wet you've ever been, and you're not sure if it's embarrassing or hot, but the way Jiro looks at it makes it feel hot.

He undoes his pants and boxers and discards them altogether, and oh, how your worries have been confirmed... He is huge. You don't think you can fit it in. Noticing your panic, Jiro leans down, rubbing his tip against your folds in a teasing manner, "You can take it right?"

The moan that leaves you is more akin to a scream, it feels so good and yet your walls clench and your panic grows, "You- You said you'd-"

He coos at you for a change, like you do to him when he's feeling weak, "I will, just wanted to see your reaction." which apparently makes him chuckle again.

Jiro uses his fingers to collect the wetness from your thighs, smoothing it across your clit, you shiver.

"You're so reactive," he comments, sliding his finger down from your clit and into your hole, "I wanna make you scream."

Your eyes widen at that, but you have no time to process as he sets an intense pace with his finger. He only put in a single finger, but you feel your walls clench around him, sucking him in, and he makes sure to tell you that "You're so tight," Jiro uses another finger to abuse your clit. He's so fast and rough, and you writh under his merciless pace, his finger feels so good as he fucks it in and out of you, circling your clit to make sure you are more susceptible and willing to his sudden insertion of another finger.

"N-ah! Jiro-" The sudden fullness causes you to arch your back. His finger alone was long and wide enough to fill you nearly all the way, and now with a second finger, you feel like you're burning.

"You can take it," he tells you, "It feels good, right?"

He scissors his fingers open, as far as they'd go within your tight walls, going back to fucking you on them but with this new motion added in. "Feels so good, so- ah! ah- Jiro, please please-"

He opens and closes his fingers, stretching you out so good as he continues circling your clit.

The coil in your stomach snaps at once, and you cum violently over his fingers, coating them with a thick layer of slick -- but he doesn't stop. He continues fucking his fingers into you with just as much vigour as before, if not faster, and continues circling your clit. He places his other arm along your torso, holding you down so that you stop wiggling around in your ecstasy.

"Ji-Jiro-" you moan out his name, begging, "S-stop, stop, stop."

But you can't tell if you want him to, and he doesn't. Overstimulation washes over you, your words are nonesense, your moans are desperate, and your body shakes under his hold, your first orgasm has yet to end and yet another falls over you.

Then he stops at once. Removing his fingers with a last flutter, and wipes them over your thigh.

"You're okay?" he checks, and when you nod, he flips the two of you around so that he is laying down and you are sitting on the edge of his thighs, right before his length, "If you do it like this it'll make it easier for it to fit." he says, tapping your shoulders for reassurance.

"I want to do it," You tell him, "I want you."

So you move your shaken knees to be on either side of him, and take his length in your hand, sliding it against your folds again to coat his tip with slick, he does not move, instead, he lets you take your time.

You raise your hips as high as they go, and position his tip against your enterance, sliding it in.

"You-You're so big, Jiro." you say.

"You're trying to suck me in," he says, "Your body wants this so bad."

Truly, your walls clench around his tip, trying to help you as you do your best to maneuver your hips around to take him all the way in. You moan when he bottoms out.

"S-so full," you mewl, rotating your hips. You feel so full, as if there's not enough space for him to even move, there's a slight buldge in your stomach, which you nearly faint at the sight of.

Jiro's reaction to everything is a simple, "Oh." , his eyes go wide with lust, but he gives you a second.

"Forgive me." he says when that second becomes too long.

And before you know it he has grabbed both sides of your torso and began drilling into you as if you were a fleshlight.

He moves you up and down his length, fast, faster, and even faster.

You moan out his name, scream it almost, his cock pulls all the way out and then slams into your soft-spot, again and again and again, but he doesn't seem to be thinking of your pleasure right now, no matter how great it is and how good it feels to have him fuck into you so damn fast, he is blind to everything beyond his cock and the way your walls clench around it. You're so warm, so tight, and he can't help but use you like this.

He's quiet, completely, groaning faintly, but not letting out a single sound. His eyes are trained on the part where your bodies meet, and his hands dig into your sides roughly. He looks so hot like this, unbothered, chasing his own pleasure and using you exactly as you wanted him to. Picking you up and putting you down, over and over again until you cum around him, and again not stopping even when you do.

You're so overstimulated, and yet it feels so good. All parts of your brain that know how to formulate thoughts into sentences have long left you, and all you can do is moan pathetically and beg him for something you can't even name. "Please, please, fuck- Jiro, please."

He begins swearing, quietly, under his breath, and your head falls to the side, deflated; you cry. It feels so good, too much. You're too full. He's too big. And then he bucks his hips into you, bottoming out again and releasing deep into you, he finally moans -- it's a quiet, deep rumble of a whimper, and you bend forward as you cum again, everything is leaking out of you as you cry out a "'s full, so full-"

Your thighs shake, your breath hitches, your face is wet with tears, and he detaches you from him and allows you to fall over his chest - held so gently all of a sudden that the whiplash makes you sigh peacefully.

You lay like that for a bit, still unable to speak fully, and he smooths his hands over your back. He quietly mutters that he wishes he had more stamina, but you don't think you could have taken any more. You play with his hair quietly as he holds you close against his bare chest. He's comfortable.

"Sex feels way better than I imagined." Jiro says suddenly, "I really liked it, I'd wanna do it with you again."

You blink when you realize what he is implying with his words, "imagined?" you ask anyways, raising your head slightly to judge his reaction.

Jiro pushes his glasses up his nose, "I've never done this before."

"Huh?" no way, you think, he has to be joking.

But when he doesn't shift at all, you realize he is being serious. So you press a soft, gentle kiss to the top of his head, falling back down into him. "I'd do it again, I liked it too," you say.

"Is it part of my special favourite privileges?" he jokes.

"If that's how you wanna think of it," you joke back, "then yeah."

"Good," he concludes, but then adds "can I make a medical suggestion?"

You quirk your eyebrow, rubbing circles on his chest, "Yeah?"

"You shouldn't attend tomorrow's class, I don't think you'll be able to walk all that well."

You smack his chest with an angry giggle, "Fuck you."

"Again?" he teases.

You both laugh, and then you answer his medical suggestion seriously, "If you stay in with me, I won't go."

"Hm" Jiro hums.

"Alright," you chuckle, stretching out your arm to the bedside table, "I'll turn off the alarm clock."

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edwardhartenjoyer · 1 day ago

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can you do the "one bed" trope too please? with maybe Jiro, Towa, Alan, Lyca, and Subaru? If thats to many, feel free to take some off the list ^^

Hi Anon!! Happy to do that trope for you!

Only One Bed

You were out on a mission with some of the ghouls. It was taking a long time, though, and it was clear you'd all be staying overnight.

Some rooms are gotten, and everyone has to share a room. You choose to go with the ghoul you've been secretly crushing on, and when you get to your shared room, there's only one bed...

Featuring: Jiro | Towa | Alan | Lyca | Subaru

Jiro Kirisaki - You stared into the room in mild horror. Sure, you'd agreed to share a room with Jiro since Yuri had complained that having to share with anyone would disrupt him from his work, but this really wasn't what you had been expecting.

"You can just take the bed, I likely will not be sleeping." Jiro said from beside you, and you glanced up at him, noting the bags under his eyes that weren't related to his sickness.

"When's the last time you slept Jiro?" You asked him gently as you sat down onto the edge of the bed.

"A few days." He shrugged. "Yuri has been working on something and required my assistance."

You narrowed your eyes at him. Despite the awkwardness the situation presented, you didn't want to be the reason for Jiro missing out on yet another night of sleep.

"Sleep is good for your health." You huffed. He opened his mouth, likely to rattle off the benefits of sleeping that he was well aware of when you cut him off. "We can just..share...the bed.." you suggested.

He paused, and though his expression retained his usual emotionless look, he seemed to be considering what you suggested. Finally he nodded.

"If this is what you wish, then we can share."

You nodded and started to get ready for the night. By this point, you were used to changing while Jiro kept his back turned, so this is what you did before sliding into bed after turning away so Jiro could change too.

Jiro turned off the lights and slid into the bed next to you, lying stiffly on his side of the bed.

"Night, Jiro." You whispered.

"Goodnight, MC." He whispered back.

You closed your eyes and tried to sleep. It's a struggle and evades you. You shift around, thinking maybe you are just not able to get comfortable, but nothing helps.

Just as you're about to give up, an arm wraps around you and pulls you so your back is pressed against Jiro's chest.

"You're struggling to sleep. Does this help you?" Jiro whispered as he held you close. You tried to calm your racing heart, glad he couldn't see how red your face was in this light. You did find you were more comfortable like this though, the warmth of his body against yours calming your mind.

"Yeah.." You whispered in response, your eyes slipping closed. With the warmth of his body feeding into yours, you were soon lulled into sleep.

When morning came, you woke to find yourself still nestled in Jiro's arms. You carefully turned around in his arms and watched his face as he slept. His face was much more relaxed than it normally was, and it warmed your heart to see him looking so unguarded and open.

"Sleep well?" Jiro muttered as he began to wake, opening his eyes to look at you.

"Best sleep of my life." You admitted. A small smile cracked across his features.

"Perhaps it would be beneficial to do this again then. For your health of a proper sleep."

You blushed and hid your face against his side. "Yeah..for health..of course."

Towa Otonashi - "Okay, team! We've got two rooms, so we split into pairs to share the rooms!" Haru chirped happily as you all got to the cabin you were all sharing.

Before anyone could say anything, Towa gripped your arm. "Dandelion shares with me ~"

You didn't really have any objections to this, so you followed Towa to your shared room. When he opened the door, though, you paused in the doorway. There was only one bed.

Towa spun and grinned at you. "Dandelion! We get to share a bed!~" he hummed happily, beaming with delight.

You blushed at the idea of sharing with him, but you didn't really have any objections to it. You were exhausted, and you weren't going to make him sleep elsewhere because that would have just been mean.

You slipped away into the washroom to get changed, and when you came out, Towa was already sitting in the bed waiting for you.

"Dandelion!~" He called, beconing you over. You smiled and crawled into the bed. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and held you close, resting his head against your chest. "Sleepy cuddles okay, Dandelion?" He asked

You blushed and nodded, running a hand through his hair, shocked at how silky soft it was. "Yeah, this is okay."

He hummed happily and nestled closer to you, closing his eyes. You kept petting his hair until you slipped off to sleep.

When morning came, you cracked open your eyes to see Towa hovering aboe you, face inches from yours. A deep blush crossed your features. "~~~~" he hummed happily, beaming at you.

"Morning, Towa." You replied softly. He grinned and leaned in to kiss your cheek before leaping out of bed to start the day. You stared after him, a happy grin slowly spreading across your face.

If this mission took a few days, you definitely wouldn't complain.

Alan Mido - You chose to share a room with Alan. You ignored Leo's mocking as you walked off after Alan, though, when you reached the room, you nearly smacked into Alan who had frozen in the doorway.

You peered past him and saw what had made him pause. There was only one bed in the room.

"I'll just go share with Bandana and Leo." Alan muttered, turning to leave. You reached out a hand to stop him.

"Odds are their room only has one bed too, and three people sharing would just be awkward. We can just share this one." You suggested, even though your cheeks heated up at the idea.

"I don't want to hurt you." Alan replied immediately, a look of concern crossing his features.

"You won't hurt me. I promise." You assured. He still seemed hesitant, so you gently took his hand and pulled him into the room, shutting the door behind the two of you.

His shoulders slumped a bit as he gave in, though he was still clearly worried about hurting you.

You slipped off into the bathroom and got changed, slipping into bed when you were done. Alan did the same, slipping into his side of the bed, far from you as he could get.

You whispered a goodnight to him, and slipped off to sleep pretty easily.

When you woke in the morning, you were surprised to find yourself wrapped up in Alan's arms. He held you close, a protective pose as he curled around you.

You blushed and relaxed into his arms, relishing in his warmth. You knew when he woke up he'd leap away, apologizing for his actions before checking to make sure you weren't hurt. But you were happy to just enjoy the moment and see how relaxed and peaceful Alan looked.

You hoped that later, once you assured him you were fine, he'd agree to doing this again.

Lyca Colt - "That dumb Gigalo can't even get a room with two beds." Lyca huffed as he followed you into the room you'd agreed to share with him.

"Well, I'm really glad now I chose to room with you. Otherwise, I would have had to figure out how to share a bed with Rui without him accidentally killing me or have to share with Ed." You joked, trying to lighten the werewolf's mood.

Lyca glanced at you, his faze narrowing at the mention of his two housemates. "No way, I'm not letting you share with those creeps!" He pouted.

"Don't worry, you're my first choice to share a bed with." You admitted before blushing darkly at your own confession.

He didn't seem to catch onto it, though, as he stalked forward to flop onto the bed beforing eyeing you. "You coming?"

"Just let me get changed first." You called, going off to get changed. You came back when you were done and flopped down next to him.

He suddenly seemed awkward, like he was unsure what to do. "So..now what?" He finally asked.

"Now we sleep." You replied. "If you want to sleep on your side of the bed, you can... I'd be okay with cuddling, though.." you explained, whispering the last part.

He still heard you, though, and he blushed a bit before shifting closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. "This okay?" He asked, and you nodded in response. You wrapped your arms around him in turn and settled in. Sleep soon overtook you both.

When you woke in the morning, Lyca was still nestled close to you, using your chest as a pillow. You smiled and ran a hand through his hair gently. He leaned into your touch, cracking an eye open.

"Can we stay here, like this for a while?" He asked, voice husky with sleep.

"Yeah, let's stay here." You replied, content and happy.

Subaru kagami - "Ah, this is, not an ideal situation.." Subaru lamented as you followed him into the room. You were confused until you saw past him to the only bed in the room.

"Oh.." you mumbled. You had a massive crush on Subaru, but the sudden thought of being made to share a bed with him filled you with nerves.

He turned to you and bowed in apology. "Take the bed, MC, I'll sleep down on the floor."

You frowned. "No, that would be way too uncomfortable for you. We can just share." You suggested.

"I couldn't ask that of you."

"Please, Subaru. I wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise, knowing you were uncomfortable because of me." You pleaded, and he relented.

When you both slipped into bed, you stayed on opposite sides. You fell asleep quickly, but Subaru stayed awake to watch you.

He hadn't known there would be only one bed, but he was pleased with the outcome. It meant a chance to share with you in what he hoped was only the first night of getting to sleep in the same bed. After this, he selfishly hoped you'd want to do this again.

He carefully slid closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, mindful to not do anything to set off his stigma. Not yet. He'd rather those thoughts were freely given.

As he held you in his arms, he finally began to drift off, content, and hopeful for the future.

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jirokirisaki · 1 month ago

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Jiro taking care of MC while they are sick 👉👈

Home Remedy

Really, you should've expected him to make a fuss.

pairing/s: jiro kirisaki x mc/reader

content: fem!reader (can be read as gender-neutral) | sickfic, comfort, fluff, light angst, mutual pining.

wordcount: 1150

a/n: my first fic on this blog, yay! i wasn't aiming to include some angst in there, but i couldn't help it. i think given his history with his own illness (and losing a certain someone), jiro would have a lot of anxiety about the worst happening and get very overprotective. especially if its someone he cares about, like mc.

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Fifteen minutes into what should be your first period of the day, Jiro sends you a text asking where you are. There's some more messages from the others, too, but you can only bring yourself to reply to him with a one word response: sick.

His reply comes almost instantly. Be there soon.

When he comes through the door, you're cocooned in five different layers of blankets hiding beneath a pile of your dirty laundry, shivering next to an empty bucket you'd found in the closet. There's a chill in the air that you haven't be able to escape no matter how many layers you pile on top of yourself, yet your nose feels like it's burning. You can't even bring yourself to raise your head fully to look at him as he walks in with his supplies; even the slightest movement sends a throbbing jolt down one side of your temple, and the bright lights just worsens the pain.

He kneels down by your bedside and sets the briefcase on the floor, clicking it open as he studies you. His gaze lingers on your lips.

“What are your symptoms?” he asks.

You groan. “Too many...”

He fights the urge to smile at that and turns to his equipment. “I need to know for our records.” He snaps on his latex gloves and picks up a thermometer. “And it can help the recovery process if I know exactly what I'm dealing with. Mouth.”

It's an effort, but you manage to do as he asks. He takes your temperature and his reaction to it is a slight crease in his brow that you know, by now, means nothing good. But then again, you also know that you're ill, so it doesn't come as a surprise.

“Symptoms?” he asks again.

“Cold... chills... headache... throat sore... nausea.”

“When did they start?”

“Hm... last night...”

A low sigh passes his lips – it's subdued, though; he's not the type to show get frustrated so easily. Not like Yuri. You can feel his stare boring into the side of your head as you duck your head under the covers, both to feel some semblance of warmth and to hide away from the light.

He shifts and you hear the clacking of his laptop keyboard. It's so loud with the throbbing pain in your head.

“You should've contacted us then.” Jiro's voice is quieter than usual. “Your health is our responsibility. It's my job to keep you safe.”

You feel something in your chest tighten. It's too stuffy beneath the covers to breath, so you poke your head out just enough to give yourself some air and to whisper, “I thought you were busy.”

“I would've made time for you.”

Before you can say another word, Jiro stands up and pulls all five layers of covers off from your bed, revealing you dressed in your winter pyjamas. You can't yelp, so instead you groan and curl up into a tight ball, squeezing your eyes shut. With the blankets off, everything now feels too light – not to mention, cold. Freezing, even.

“'M cold...”

“I know.” Jiro throws the bundle of blankets up over his shoulder and makes his way to the door. “You have a temperature. You could've gotten heatstroke if you stayed like that. It's better to warm yourself up from the inside. I'll brew some tea.”

He returns minutes later holding a steaming mug, the potent aroma of citrus and ginger wafting through the air. Already you feel as if its soothing your sore throat. He sets it down on your bedside table and hands you another pillow so you can sit comfortably upright. Your eyes meet his and linger for a second too long. Even when you lower your gaze to your lap (it's too bright, you lie to yourself) he's still watching you vigilantly, as if preparing himself for the possibility of your symptoms suddenly worsening before him.

You tentatively pick up the mug, feeling the heat against your hands, and bring it to your lips. The tea is still scalding hot. You only take a small sip, barely more than a drop, but it's enough to feel the burn on the tip of your tongue.

Jiro notices your wince, and he gently takes the mug from your hands to blow on it “Sorry,” he says. “I should've cooled it down more.”

His glasses are completely fogged up when he hands it back to you. You hide your smile behind the mug while he rubs them clean on his shirt.

“Thank you,” you murmur softly. It doesn't hurt to have your eyes open now (alright, maybe it does, but you're not even thinking about the pain anymore).

You don't think he hears you, because he picks up his laptop, sits down at the end of your bed and begins typing (with the brightness turned all the way down, thankfully) without saying another word. Neither of you speak. He works and you sip on your tea, watching his back with longing in your gaze. There's a few moments when you consider calling out to him and starting conversation, but you can't talk much as is. That's at least the excuse you give yourself when your heart leaps into your throat every time you're about to speak up.

Minutes pass. You've finished the tea he brewed for you, and he's still tapping away on his keyboard. You're mesmerised by the subtle movements of his shoulders as he types, the way his hair bounces when he tilts his head to the side, the gentle, rhythmic breathe that passes through his lips.

Finally, he closes his laptop and turns around to face you with an excited sparkle in his eyes that you've noticed has become increasingly more common around you, though the rest of his expression remains as stoic as usual.

“I'm staying here until you're cured,” he declares. “Yuri gave the okay.”

Your breath hitches. “Here...?”

He nods. “It's best if I'm nearby in case something happens. I can prevent the worst that way.” His hands slowly move towards yours, stopping just short before they can touch, and his fingers twitch. “You don't have to worry.”

You don't think you're the one who's worrying right now.

You don't say it out loud, though, in fear that it might trigger an unhappy memory of his. Instead, you focus on the glowing warmth in your chest and the pure joy that manages to cut through your cold and tug the corners of your lips into a smile. Your hand inches closer to his, until your fingers brush against each other. If you weren't so sick in that moment, you would've pulled him into your bed and held him close. As it is, touching his hand is a pretty good compromise.

“Okay,” you say. “I won't worry.”

#jiro kirisaki x reader #jiro kirisaki #tokyo debunker fanfic #tokyo debunker x mc #tokyo debunker x reader #tkdb #tkdb x reader #tdb #tdb x reader #tkdb fanfic #kirisaki jiro #tokyo debunker #fanfiction #oz fics.

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eldizzle69 · 7 months ago

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“Mortkraken when their lover gets injured”

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—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.😼☝🏻

#tokyo debunker #Mortkraken #yuri isami #jiro kirisaki #Chanothy writes #tokyo debunkers x reader

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 10 months ago

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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

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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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cookiesandbiscuits · 21 days ago

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Long ramblings ahead!!!

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Since I'm already at Episode 16, I think it's safe to say who are my favorite characters in the game and vice versa.

Starting off with my favorites!!

Jabberwock - one of my favorite dorms!! I love their silly dynamics + I'm a big animal lover sooooooo..... (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

1. Haru Sagara - this silly goose!!! He's literally one of the few ghouls who are genuinely nice to MC. I just wanna hug him tight and force him to take a break

2. Ren Shiranami - totally relateable dude. Kinda not expecting to be one of my favorites but then Ep. 17 came (yeah, I watched a playthrough bc I cannot resist the beach episode). Also that one scene in Ep. 13 where he covered MC's mouth but then quickly removed it (is he developing a crush on her atp?? *gets shot in delulu*). Oh, and he's the nicest ghoul to me since he came home to me twice, and he's voiced by none other than the VA of Kou Minamoto.

Hotarubi - Subaru and Haku may be a neutral but I absolutely love the vibes of Hotarubi (though if I were assigned there, I would probably be asleep most of the time bc of the weather 💀)

1. Zenji Kotodama - HE'S THE MOST PRECIOUS MAN TO EVER WALK THE EARTH PERIOD. I wanna tackle hug him so bad 😭😭😭. It's also funny how Haku keeps getting strays from him lmao. If only his cards would come home 😔

Obscuary - it's okay, I guess??? The gloomy aesthetic just isn't my style sorry. Also, the perpetual night will definitely ruin my time awareness, if it wasn't already ruined.

1. Rui Mizuki - *deep breath* if I were to choose one of the ghouls to date, I'd choose him. No questions asked. I don't care if I'll die if we touch. I'd die happily if it means I get to kiss him (give me more flirt back response for him!!!)

Mortkranken - absolutely the funniest dorm ever bc of their captain and vice captain. Never a full moment with them frrrrr

1. Yuri Isami - the moment I first met him, my mind immediately said "I like him. He's a favorite now.", and it solidified during that scene where MC first held his hand and he blushed. My cute little tsun-tsun 🤭. I also cannot take him seriously at times because of his facial expressions 😭. In conclusion, I love him and his dramatic ass.

Liked Characters - these ones I like a lot, but not enough to become a favorite

Frostheim - yeah no, I'll pass on this dorm. The general students and I will immediately brawl if I were assigned there.

1. Jin Kamurai - it's his character archetype I got hooked on (see Lucifer and Leona Kingscholar). I hear his Affinity 10 chat was incredibly squeal-inducing though 👀

2. Lucas Errant - sweet baby boy. You know that meme where there's two characters held at gun point and they kept protecting each other? That's us.

Vagastrom - my introverted ass will not survive this one, I'm afraid.

1. Sho Haizono - total husband material. He can cook, he's multi-talented, he's handsome, he's the right amounts of flirty, and he can protect you. What else can you ask for???

Jabberwock

1. Towa Otonashi - I'd give him a tight hug too. I don't have much to say about him tho.

Sinostra - aw yeah, the house of the problematic faves XD (I will not survive in this one either due to Taiga or Romeo or both)

1. Taiga Hoshibami - I started to like him because of @stinkyturd's fic, Fever Dreams (check them out on AO3). I swear, the way the fanfic authors write this man is so delicious.

2. Romeo Scorpius Lucci - idk why I started to like him. I just woke up one day and found him in my Liked Characters list.

Obscuary

1. Lyca Colt - another sweet baby boy. I wanna squeeze him sometimes bc of cuteness aggression

Mortkranken

1. Jiro Kirisaki - the funniest man on campus. Also has the most precious laugh. It never fails to make me smile when I hear it.

Neutral Characters - I don't dislike them, but I don't like them a lot too. Just meh to me (no offense to their fans)

Frostheim

1. Tohma Ishibashi - mmmmmm I just don't get his character's appeal 🥲

2. Kaito Fuji - he's very nice and sweet but mmmmmm, not for me, unfortunately.

Vagastrom

1. Alan Mido - I find him likeable sometimes though. He's nice.

2. Leo Kurosagi - I don't think I have to explain this that much, but I don't really dislike him that much, honestly. He's pretty annoying though. Makes me wanna sucker punch him in the face.

Sinostra

1. Ritsu Shinjo - I'm sorry Ritsu fans, but he's too emotionally constipated to me 😭. He'd drain my social battery quickly if I meet him irl.

Hotarubi

1. Subaru Kagami - he seems like a nice guy tbh. Would like to know more about him.

2. Haku Kusanagi - flirty too, but it's not the flavor of flirty I get hooked on. Reminds me of Trey Clover sometimes for some reason.

Obscuary

1. Edward Hart - he's too cryptic 😭. He's funny though lol

Staff

1. Professor Dante - more decent than the other two. That's it.

Disliked Character - just that. I don't like them but hate is such a strong word.

1. Chancellor Cornelius

2. Professor Hyde

- THEY'RE BOTH SHADY AS FUCK. I DON'T TRUST THEM.

#cookie's random rambles #tokyo debunker #tkdb

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rottenzombrainz · 9 months ago

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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

#tkdb #tokyo debunker #tdb #tokyo debunker headcanons #tokyo debunker fanfic #friendfic #tkdb friendfic #edward hart #edward hart tkdb #zenji kotodama #zenji kotodama tkdb

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askruimizuki · 8 months ago

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((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

#//oh my god I am SO sorry it took so long #//it wound up burried in notifs and I forgot I could check my asks #//feel free to ignore if the time passed by too long for this

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ask-doctor-isami · 7 months ago

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🎁🎄 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."

#yuri x jiro

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promise-of-soup · 2 months ago

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Hello! First time requesting anything...may I request a jealous Jiro? 👉🏻👈🏻 Or a Jiro that is experiencing "jealousy" for the first time? I like the idea of MC also taking care of Lyca and doting over him since she's supposed to be his "guardian." Perhaps Jiro noticed that MC spends way too much time with Lyca and babies a lot. Then Jiro just gets a weird feeling in his chest and gut. Honestly, it would be so great if Lyca had to go to Mortkraken for some type of injury and Jiro Is straight up glaring at him or rolling his eyes over how "dramatic" Lyca is and how much MC is catering to his needs.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO 🤌🤌🤌 *chef's kiss lol. I would honestly love it if Lyca and Jiro interacted in game because that would be so funny, and this idea is so epic lololol

If you want me to make a smut/even just a more kissing thingy of this lemme know I will be up for it.

Also this might be me projecting a bit but I have Alexithymia and when I felt jealous for the first time I described it as "It feels like marshmellows but not nice :(" (I did say :( out loud) so I kinda riffed off this here lmfao

༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹The feeling of something sharp and uncomofrtable (?)◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

♥Synopsis: You've made Jiro feel all sorts of things since you've met, but this one is new and feels uncomfortable in a way he can't describe.

♥AKA: Jiro feels jealous but has no idea how to call it

♥Tags? Jiro Kirisaki x reader, Lyca Colt, MC with no descriptor, Jealous Jiro, emotions, pining, slight angst, making out, angsty angst kinda, MC is very understadning

♥Notes: Guys I am doing all your asks VERY SLOWLY :( I will be faster once I am done moving houses lmfao

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It is a nice, regular Tuesday...

Well, almost regular, given how you weren't there.

Jiro stares blankly at the empty seat beside him. He pushes up his glasses, even though they are already pushed all the way up, and blinks blankly at the sight. Whatever content it was that the professor was explaining, Jiro could not bother to hear a thing.

The lecture was nearly over, so there was no way you were going to show up now. You weren't on a mission, unless you got summoned last minute (but you usually tell him when that happens). So why weren't you there?

If he knew you weren't going to show up he would have simply stayed in Mortkranken. It's not like he needed this lecture in the first place, he could have just read through the textbook in his own time.

Everyone begins to exit the room, signaling to Jiro that the lecture is over and pulling him away from his thoughts. He follows suit. Walking through the vast halls of Darkwick and making his way through the crowded stairs to the courtyard.

Should he text you to make sure you are alright? he is your doctor, after all... No, he should go to your dorm to see. This is because you might be sick or in pain, it's his responsibility to check up on you and Yuri might get angry if he doesn't, and-

oh.

You are sat on a bench, laughing deeply with your hand covering your mouth; swaying back and forth in a fit of laughter with your eyes shut and your face reddened. He can't help but crack a brief smile at the sight of you so happy, but then he sees the source of your laughter; a vaguely familiar face; Lyca Colt.

Jiro stops in his tracks over a slight pain in his chest.

You've told him about Lyca and your eagerness to help him assimilate with others before, but, when he sees Lyca shoving your elbow while saying something with a pout, and when you tap his silver hair lovingly as a response. Jiro can't help but confirm his suspicion that you are like that with everyone. That when you pat his head, or when you wrap your hands around him, you do it because that is how you show friendship, and not because you want to pat his head or wrap your hands around him.

You notice Jiro, but you don't notice his frozen stance and perplexed expression, and you wave him over with a warm smile, as if everything is normal and nothing happened.

But when Jiro is finally stood in front of you, you don't get up to hug him because Lyca growls at the sight of the looming intruder, and if you didn't grab his soft arm to quickly to tell him "It's okay, Lyca, Jiro is a friend." who knows what he would end up doing.

The pain in Jiro's chest spreads to his stomach, but why? If you are like that with everyone, than it doesn't matter, right?

"Oh, well, you're very tall." Lyca nods at Jiro.

Jiro does not respond.

"Jiro?" you ask.

"You weren't in class today, we have a test next week." Jiro says matter-of-factly.

"Oh-" you say, "I promised to help Lyca with a task and-"

Jiro hums and nods... something is wrong with him, he knows it. He coughs in response, feeling something tighten in him in a sharp, uncomfortable manner that is difficult to describe, something has to be wrong. "I-"

"Are you okay?" you ask, your tone worried and you hand reaching out to him, but Lyca grabs onto your hand with a questioning look.

"Something is wrong, I need to go to Mortkranken." Jiro manages to say.

Now is the time for you to say that you will help him get there. Then you will walk beside him and let him lean on you for support, and then when you reach his dorm you will make sure he is fine and stay beside him for the entire day... You are about to say something, and begin to rise from your seat, but you are stopped by Lyca once more.

"Hey!" he pouts, "You can't go, you said you'll stay until we're done."

The feeling in Jiro's stomach speaks for him, "I'll go alone, it's alright."

You give him a sympathetic look but he's gone before you can say anything else.

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Yuri checked Jiro over, listening to his heart rate, taking his blood pressure, making sure he is breathing well, but nothing was off with him, he was just as good as he gets. So they just got to work on some diagnostic tests or whatever.

The pain in Jiro's chest did not go away, in fact, it got worse, and he began to see flashes of you and Lyca on the bench, laughing. He must be feeling good then, because when he thinks of you, he feels good. That's a simple response he has learnt to understand. But he doesn't feel good. He feels, bitter and he is unable to focus on the task at hand.

"Yuri," he asks, "What's that emotion where you feel something soft that is also sharp?"

"What?" Yuri responds, shooting up from his seat and staring at Jiro with a confused look, "What are you talking about, Jiro?"

"I appear to be having an unfamiliar neurophysiological response to an unknown stimuli, but it is quite difficult to catagorise as either pleasent or unpleasent."

"I wouldn't know, Jiro." Yuri states, "Ignore it."

"Alright."

And so he does, but it doesn't go away.

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A few hours pass, and you suddenly walk through the doors to the lab with Lyca drapped over your arm.

"Jiro? Yuri?" you call out.

Jiro is out of sight, but he hears you first, his posture immediately straightening and that pang of emotion reignating in full capacity. He is quick to appear from around a corner, leaning on the doorframe with a gentle smile on his face. You came to check up on him, you probably waited so impatiently for whatever task you were doing to end so you could see him again, you-

"oh." he says out loud.

Lyca is groaning in pain, digging his face into the nape of your neck as your arm holds his back with a careful intent.

"Jiro-kun," you call out, "Lyca got attacked by one of the cats, could you take a look at the scratch on his face?"

"Yes." Jiro's voice is emotionless and dry, and his eyes scan you over from the place your hand rests on Lyca to your expression, which, believe it or not, he can't read just as you can't read his.

Jiro mutters something under his breath, it's inaudible, and you can't make out if he is searching for something or is otherwise upset.

You help Lyca sit on the operation table, moving to the side as Jiro slides a fresh pair of black gloves onto his hands and goes over to check up on Lyca, whom he is examining with a squint.

"You're a werewolf, correct?" he asks as he roughly grabs Lyca's face, rotating it around to see the reddened scratch marks on his cheek, "then how do you get attacked by a cat?"

"Yeah, aren't you also some kind of monster? I heard people call you Frankenst-"

"Lyca!" you stop him, "that's not polite."

"But- I was just curious" the werewolf pouts, crossing over his hands, "it's always so hard to know what isn't polite."

Jiro continues to examine the scartches, squinting his eyes at them as he replies, "It's fine, I'm not a monster, no, but I am very strong."

"He is-" you begin, but are interrupted by Lyca,

"I'm also very strong, I can pick MC up with one hand."

You're sure he means no harm, he truly never does, but his tone sounds challenging, and makes your eyes dart to Jiro as you take note of his seemingly angered state. He stands straight, showing off his true height, and towering over the room. The cause of his anger is hard to place, but it worries you nonetheless.

Nonchalantly, Jiro states, "You got attacked by a cat."

Jiro might not be a monster, but he does feel like one over the feeling in his chest; which has grown into an ugly sort of mass that makes him feel... upset? It has to be the feeling of upset, because Jiro feels something in his strong arms as well, as if something is trying to move him and grab you just to hold you there, away from everyone else, where only he can have you. But you wouldn't like it, right? He's too rough and scary, that's what everyone always says, and you probably also think that, because why wouldn't you? You would cry if he picked you up and took you away, right? He knows this, he knows himself and that he wants you to feel safe, so why is he hearing these thoughts that tell him to place you in his hold and not let you go?

"Jiro, are you alright?" you stand close behind him and ask, once again concerned when you notice how tense he has gotten. He smirks, very, very slightly, and turns around to grab a jar of cotton rounds on the shelf behind you. Instead of asking you to move, he wraps a hand around your waist and simply picks you up and places you three steps to the left.

"Of course." he nods, leaving you to blink in confusion and returning with the jar and placing a cotton round on Lyca's wound, at which Lyca yelps, and Jiro asks, "Does this sting?"

Lyca responds to you, "He looks fine to me." and ignores Jiro's question.

Jiro doesn't respond further, instead, he continues to tend to Lyca's wound, placing a band aid over it after making sure it is cleaned properly.

"MC?" Lyca calls for you, and you are quick to appear at his side as Jiro raises an eyebrow ever so slightly. The werewolf droops his head onto your shoulder, whimpering quietly.

"Are you alright, Lyca?" you say, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Lyca raises his head and looks up at you with a pout, his eyes big and bright, "Could you take me back to Obscuary? I don't want to deal with that moth-eaten casanova..."

That's it. Jiro can't stand it anymore, he doesn't even know what "it" is but he just can't do it.

"No." he answers.

"Who asked you-" Lyca begins.

Jiro feels wrong, he has no idea what has gotten into him to get him to say that out loud, so now he is burdened with finding an excuse as you look at him with a confused expression. The last thing he wants is to scare you, and if he doesn't find a good excuse now, he probably will.

"I- hm, we, - erm, has to- hm, study with me." he manages.

You are about to burst out laughing at Jiro's odd behaviour, but you hold yourself together and decide to help him instead, "Yeah, I promised to study with Jiro tonight, I can call Suba to come get you?"

Jiro's eyes widen at your answer and whatever feeling he has thanks you for collaborating with his lie.

"Oh, well, you said you can't back down on a promise, so that's alright with me." Lyca nods.

Before he even exits the room to meet Subaru outside, you are dragged by the hand over to Jiro's dorm.

The tall ghoul walks in front of you without any expression, pulling you even though you walk behind him willingly. He appears rather distant, as if something has washed over him, and you are worried.

Once you are in his dorm room, he is quick to close the door and for a moment he towers over you with your back to the wall, trapping you in place as he breathes heavy, reaching out a hand to lock the door. You look up at him with a warm face, unsure what is happening, but before you can react, he apologizes and finds himself in the other side of the room, sitting by his work-desk.

"Jiro," you walk over to him, noticing how he buries his face in his hands, "What's wrong?" sliding your hands over his back, your tone is comforting and worried.

"I-" he tries, "I feel strange."

You go to sit in front of him on the chair he has brought over a few weeks back especially for you to be able to study with him.

Jiro faces you now, and you realize just how perplexed he appears, his nose scrunched slightly, and his eyes squinting in an attempt to focus on something internal that is out of your sight. "Strange how?" you ask, smiling gently at him.

"Yuri didn't know, but, what is the emotion where you feel soft but also sharp?"

"I don't know." you laugh, "Maybe, if you try to figure out what made you feel it, it would make it easier to understand?"

He nods, concentrating onto his own self, trying to find the right words to describe it. He realizes then how guilty he feels over dragging you there with him and for whatever he feels, which, as he knows now, is 100% because of you, but he doesn't know why or how.

"It's," he tries, "Well to start, I feel the need to be in your physical proximity."

"I'm here." you reassure, chuckling kindly.

"Closer." he shifts in his seat.

With a warmed face, you clear your throat and rise from your seat, standing beside him and allowing him to guide you down to sit on his lap. When you do, he attempts to be gentle with his hands and to move your hair to the side so that the side of your neck facing him is bare, you flinch slightly. "Why do you do what I tell you to?" he asks, almost fearful that he is making you do something against your will.

"Because I want to." you nod.

"Oh." he looks away, "are you sure?"

"Yes," you chuckle, "are- you alright, Jiro?"

He nods, "Have you- hm. It feels like, if I had something, and then someone else took it? does that make sense? it doesn't feel like it makes sense."

It doesn't really, because you are unsure what he is talking about. But the way he shakes ever so slightly as he looks up at you, and the way his gaze focuses on your neck, makes you think you know what he means, "Jiro, are you jealous?"

Jealous. Is that what it's called to want to hold you close and mark you in all possible ways so that anyone who looks at you knows you're his? But you're not his, and he isn't the type to get jealous. He is the type to scare you into sitting on his lap and to scare you into coming back to him, he isn't gentle, and he isn't comforting, and he isn't anything that can make you happy... and now he is jealous over you being happy -- over something so minor?

"You're not mine, and I-" he says.

"But I am yours." you confess, wrapping your hands over his neck, "and you don't need to feel jealous, I might hug Lyca, but I wouldn't sit on him like this."

His eyes go wide, "You are... mine?" you can see the wheels in his head turn and let out smoke as he tries to solve some sort of puzzle you can't place, "But, I don't own you, you can do what you want, I don't want to feel like this."

There are many reasons why he said it; the first being that he does mean it, he doesn't feel like he owns you, you are in control of yourself. However, he does want you to be his and no one elses, and he does want to keep you here forever, but he should redirect that to something else, just to be sure.

As if reading his thoughts, you say "There's a way to make it go away."

"Really? what is i-"

You stop him with a kiss.

He doesn't move at first.

But then something clicks in his brain and he grabs onto you with restrained force, pulling you by the neck and waist to kiss you with all of the pent up emotions he can't describe.

He breaks the kiss just to tell you, "You're mine." it is a confirmation of your own words from before, but also a statement.

And when you grab his hair and pull him in deeper, and cause his glasses to slide up his nose and misalign, he truly feels that it is true, so now all that is left is to break the kiss again and soften the skin of your neck with breathy kisses.

"Ji-Jiro?" you whimper, "What are you doing?"

He chuckles into you, sending vibrations through your body, as he begins to suck large marks into your neck, which will in no doubt be visible for weeks to come, "Making sure everyone else can tell."

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