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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

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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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