#Jakurai Jinguji Fanfiction

[partyofwords]

2:33 PM ~ *Jakurai Jinguji*

Summary: You and Jakurai compete on the tennis court!

Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 427

Warning: Jakurai is a little OOC but I think it makes him fun

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You sighed, stretching your arms over your head. “What do you want to do today, Jakurai?”

He shrugged, looking through his date book. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

“Good question.”

Glancing over at you, he set his book down. “Well, what’s something we haven’t done in awhile?”

You shrugged this time. “Good question. I feel like we’ve done everything recently. Maybe that’s why we’re both so bored.”

He laughed. “Maybe. What about the botanical center? We haven’t been there in a week or so.”

“I suppose. Or we could just go downtown. They have new tennis courts. I’m in the mood to destroy you at tennis.”

“Oh?” One of his eyebrows perked up and a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. “Is that so? Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“One game. If you win, I have to say yes to whatever you say for twenty-four hours. If I win, you have to say yes to whatever I say for twenty-four hours.”

You purse your lips before returning his scheming smile. Taking his hand, you shook it firmly. “You have yourself a deal, doctor.”

“Game on.”

After changing into something you both could play in, the two of you went downtown to where the new courts were. You both warmed up before getting ready to start the game. As you bounced the ball, ready to serve, you called, “Standard rules, alright? And no cheating!”

“Fine. One game, the winner takes all.”

And so it began.

The score was tied throughout the whole game. It seemed every time one of you scored, the other answered back perfectly. It felt like the game was never going to end. But you didn’t care. You were having too much fun to care. It had been a while since you and Jakurai could indulge in a little friendly competition. The prize didn’t even matter anymore. You were just happy to be here.

Until one lucky serve and an excellent hit.

“I win!” You cheered as Jakurai scowled.

“You cheated!”

“I did not!” You gasped, offended.

He laughed. “Yes you did!”

“Did not!”

“Alright fine, you didn’t. Still, it was a good game.”

You nodded and shook his hand. “Yes, a good game indeed.”

Before he could pull his hand away, you yanked him in close. A devious smile graced your lips. “Be prepared for tomorrow. I have a plan for your Yes Day.”

“I’m going to regret this aren’t I?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

[lake-archive]

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Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: The Past Is The Past... Right?

Characters: Eli (by @watersofcamelot), Jakurai Junguji

AO3 Link

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Spontaneous visits at the hospital were not a rarity. And Jakurai was of course more than used to it. He had been informed that he would see a patient early in the morning on such short notice was not going to be the surprise. No, it was the moment the patient in question had entered the room that he was slightly shook, somewhat caught off guard even. Because he had not expected to see him ever again. In fact, Jakurai had been convinced that their last match would be the very last time after having found out that the boy had planned to retire. And yet, here he was… With bags under his eyes and looking rather pale, the annoyance written all over his face.

“Ugh… I can still hear ‘em…” He even mumbled, Jakurai only wondering who he could mean by ‘them’. And yet, he was not going to pry. After all, the two had never been close. And yet, at the same time, something felt off about the young man. Something very different. Maybe it was just his intuition telling him that, or perhaps it was just the impression from the sight in front of him. It took no expert doctor to realize that this boy had been in a rather awful shape after all. 

“Eli–Kun, could you sit down please?” 

It seemed to have gotten his attention as the boy turned to the doctor, though seeming to be barely able to stand, only just barely managing to hold his balance. “Ah— You still remember me Doc…” He responded, just barely managing to scrap this sentence together. And while he did let out a light grumble he nodded in the end, sitting down, though begrudgingly. “There ya go…”

“May I ask what you have done this time?” It was the first thing Jakurai had decided to ask. After all, he had seen Eli in some interesting conditions in the past. He may have been able to mask it to the blind eye yet nothing would escape his view, a doctor’s view. Because healthy always looked different. Even back then the boy knew how to show up with a sudden fever or completely sleep deprived, having not as much focus as he should have. Not to mention the times where he was nothing but pale not just on his face but also his hands and legs. Not to mention the shaking he showcased a few times. And when feeling against his skin it was either terribly cold or terribly warm. He was talented at getting himself into all sorts of conditions, one which would have any doctor at his doorstep and look at with the utmost concern. And it was always a battle to get the boy to rest up. Jakurai knew.

“ No can’t do Doc, I promised to help that old lady today. ”

“ You expect me to lay down and do nothing while those punks get away bullyin’ some kids!? Over my dead body! Maybe even literally this time. ”

“ I ain’t gonna back out without a fight! So you either go all out or I will make you regret it! ”

A stubborn one through and through. Even now one could see it more than clearly. He was here, begrudgingly, by sheer force. He had even his arms folded and nearly pouted like a little child. Perhaps he just wanted to get this over with and not answer such a question. Yet the doctor only waited for him to speak up. If necessary he could be very patient and wait the entire shift if he really had to. So he was essentially also sitting in a way to face Eli, waiting for him to answer his question. Stubbornness versus patience? Which one would prevail? Well, in this case… 

“My head hurts…” Eli complained, having one of his hands on his forehead by then, almost whining like a child. This was only met with a rather blank stare and it made the boy flinch at the very least. Good, as long as he felt as if he was being put on the spot here. “You won’t stop staring, will you Doc?”

“Listen, it is also my duty to watch out that you don’t collapse dead. Maybe we can find a way to prevent that from happening while we are at it.” Jakurai commented, making it more than obvious in his tone that he was not going to take no for an answer. At all.

“You’re not my guardian…”

“No, but I am a doctor.”

“Worry about your own shit.”

“I don’t think that I can.”

“You’re as pushy as Sis, aren’t you?”

“A sister?” That was news to him, at least to some degree. 

“Kind of… She— Ahem, they’ve nagged me this morning before as well.”

“Is this why you are here?”

“Precisely.” And yet, he was still visibly annoyed. More than visibly actually, he was beyond annoyed. He could barely hold it together. He didn’t want to be here but he had to be here. Whoever this ‘Sis’ was, Jakurai will probably owe this mysterious ‘Sis’ a thank you, even if only in silence. At least he wasn’t alone in that regard. “Listen just get this over with so I can go back to work.”

“Working in your condition? That won’t happen.” The doctor told him right away, not hesitating.

“What!? But—”

“You will not work in your condition. Did I make myself clear?” He didn’t know for how long yet his eyes could already tell that Eli would need a break. 

“You didn’t even start your checkup yet Doc! So how–”

“It doesn’t take a doctor to figure that out.” Jakurai sighed before standing up. He surely hasn’t changed at his core, has he? “Now then… Let’s see what is exactly going on with you today.” 

After all, there’s only so much the human body can handle.

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[justaliddolwriter]

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Summary: When Ramuda was first created, they ran many experiments on him. Experiments that caused unfortunate side effects. Experiments that he wished he could forget about. Unfortunately, even years later, one particular side effect came back to haunt him.

Or Ramuda very rarely experiences atonic seizures (One-shot)

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada, Saburo Yamada, Jakurai Jinguji

tw: vomiting, mild descriptions of blood, mild injury, possible medical inaccuracies

“Guysss! I’m bored! Let’s go out and do something fun!”

“But we are doing something. It’s called relaxing, Raumda. You should try it, see how it works out for you.” Samatoki grumbled, leaning deeper into the couch.

Ramuda bounced over to one of the vacant seats and dramatically collapsed onto his back, heaving a loud sigh.

“Ahh, but where’s the fun in that?” The fashion designer whined, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

“Now Amemura, we’re all exhausted after the tournament, not to mention the large celebration we just had.” Jakurai smiled fondly at the smaller man's feigned melodrama.

“Yeah!” Ichiro chimed in, seated in between both of his younger brothers, “Today was a busy day for all of us! We should try to take it chill for the rest of the night.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ramuda sulked.

The rappers – aside from Samatoki who had likely fallen asleep – partook in idle conversation, reminiscing over the matches that day and any memorable instances they had.

“–and then, we drove back like nothing ever happened!” Ramuda burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, the others joining in briefly, still somewhat fond of the shorter man’s contagious joy despite tension of the past.

“Fling Posse seems to be working out well for you, Ramuda.” Ichiro said, smiling.

Ramuda had always intrigued Ichiro and his brothers. Back in their TDD days, the fashion designer had inadvertently developed a sort of “fun uncle” disposition towards Saburo and Jiro, single handedly filling the gaping hole left behind by their lowlife of a father. Even if the group had disbanded and parted ways, it was always enjoyable to see his friends’ over-the-top positivity and energy.

“Hehe~ They sure are great, huh!” Ramuda smiled back, pulling another lolli out of his pocket and skillfully unwrapping it.

“You know, your teeth are going to fall out with how much candy you eat every day.” Jakurai grumbled, wrinkling his nose at the amount of sugar Ramuda must ingest in a single day.

“Not before yours do first, old man!” Ramuda’s cheerful smile morphed into a devilish smirk, finding enjoyment at pushing and prodding at the doctors’ sensitive buttons.

The two batted harmless insults at each other, fascinating the onlookers, especially Jiro and Saburo, who had never seen such a rebellion from Ramuda’s usual cheery antics.

At that moment, as Ramuda leaned forward from his seat on the couch to sneer at Jakurai, he halted mid sentence, his eyes gaining a distant look. Jakurai, ever the quick-thinker, recognized the unfocused gaze, but before he could react properly, Ramuda’s head dropped and his body tilted forward into the wooden coffee table.

“Ramuda!!”

A loud thud filled the previously pleasant atmosphere with dread as Jakurai rushed towards the unconscious form on the floor.

Samatoki had been startled awake from the ruckus, rapidly blinking the lingering sleep from his eyes.

“What happened!?” He asked, shooting up from his resting position.

Jakurai was almost at a loss as Ramuda had been acting entirely normal – as normal as Ramuda could at least – until that very moment. However, noting Ramuda’s weakened, occasionally twitching limbs, drooping eyelids, and, of course, how abruptly he dropped, the skilled doctor deduced the smaller man was likely experiencing an atonic seizure (that is, if clones are even susceptible to having seizure disorders).

Nonetheless, he made a mental note to time it, while pushing the offending coffee table away from Ramuda’s body should he unwillingly jerk his head into one of the legs by accident. Jakurai noticed blood leaking rapidly from the head wound sustained against the hardwood table, quickly staining the carpet beneath Ramuda.

“Ichiro, get me all of your rags, the cleanest ones you can find. I need to stem the bleeding.” Jakurai shuffled off his white jacket, bundling it up and pressing it against Ramuda’s wounded temple. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Ichiro nodded and hurried to retrieve the needed items.

Ramuda should be coming out of it soon as atonic seizures typically last around 15 seconds, though not being human adds an unknown variable to the situation.

“Saburo, can you call for his teammates to come over? I feel it’s necessary to inform them of the situation.” Jakurai said as Ichiro returned with clean rags and a first aid kit, replacing the bloodied jacket. Fortunately, it didn’t look like Ramuda needed any stitches for the contusion. Head wounds almost always look worse than they are.

Saburo nodded at his request, pulling his phone out, “Is he gonna be ok?” He asked, worried for the older man.

“He should be just fine.” Jakurai nodded with a gentle smile to ease the youngest of the group. “It appears he had a minor seizure. He should be coming to in a moment.”

Though he wished he could fathom just why this occurred so suddenly. In all of his years of knowing him, Ramuda had never had seizures or displayed symptoms of epilepsy.

“A seizure?” Samatoki furrowed his eyebrows. “Amemura doesn’t get seizures.”

“Yeah, he’s never mentioned having any health problems either.” Jiro chimed in.

“I have to admit, I am as surprised as you all.” The doctor sighed. He felt Ramuda shift under his hand, groaning softly.

Jakurai removed the sullied rags as the bleeding had finally stopped, just barely beading up around the edges.

“Amemura.” Jakurai started slowly, catching the pink haired man’s delayed attention who made no move to get up. “You’ve just had a seizure and injured your head.”

Ramuda blinked sluggishly at that, feeling soreness stem from the base of his neck, likely from the whiplash of diving headfirst into solid wood.

“Wha…?” He groaned again, his brain feeling foggy. “A seizure…?” His heart felt cold for a moment at the implications of what that could mean for him and faintly remembered his time in the lab.

Pushing aside that thought for a moment, Ramuda struggled to place his legs underneath him, pushing himself up on wobbly arms with Jakurai’s assistance. He slowly made his way to a seated position on the couch, heavily leaning back. Now properly aligned, Jakurai was able to bandage Ramuda’s wound and helped clean his face from the remaining dried blood on his cheek and tangled in his hair.

While he worked, he made sure Ramuda didn’t sustain a concussion as well which, unfortunately, seemed to be the case.

The others looked on in worry – or in Samatoki’s case, apparent frustration – as Jakurai tended to his new patient. They had never seen the younger man in such a vulnerable state, so confused and helpless.

Saburo had called Yumeno Gentaro and briefly explained the situation. He promised that himself and Dice would be arriving as soon as possible.

Ramuda’s face suddenly turned green, alerting the onlookers of what was clearly about to take place. He slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed himself up. Luckily, a bin was shoved into his lap just as he lost the battle against the intense onslaught of nausea. Ramuda choked on the burning acid and remnants of the previous celebratory dinner, completely emptying his stomach into the trash bin. He felt hands – likely Jakurai’s – pull his pink hair from his face and smaller hands rub soothing circles into his back.

Tears burned his eyes, mostly from embarrassment but also because of the sheer pain the act of throwing up could cause, exasperating his head wound and intensifying his dizziness.

Alongside his eyes, Ramuda felt his chest burn too but for a much different reason. A familiar feeling usually accompanied by a bloody coughing fit. He noticed specks of blood littering the mess in the container he held tightly onto.

Haphazardly putting down the bin, Ramuda aimlessly grappled for the lollipop he had previously unwrapped, though it had likely found its new home on the floor. Instead, he opted to open a new one, pulling his lifesaver from his right jacket pocket and clumsily fumbling with the wrapper.

Just as he had managed to get it unwrapped, Jakurai gently grabbed his hand. Ramuda’s gaze shot up to meet the doctor’s, silently pleading with him to let go. He tasted iron on his tongue.

“Please…” Ramuda choked out quietly.

Jakurai opened his mouth to chide the man child for thinking about candy during such an inappropriate circumstance; however, Ramuda’s eyes told a different story. The desperation was apparent from the crack in his voice and the faint shimmer in his eyes. He hesitantly let go, trusting his former teammate.

Ramuda visibly relaxed, shoving the candy in between his teeth with a ‘click’. The flavor instantly washed away the acid and blood taste from his tongue while the burning in his chest subsided.

“Amemura, how are you feeling now?” Jakurai asked.

“A little dizzy. And tired.” Ramuda gruffly admitted, not usually one to expose his feelings. However, the seriousness of the current circumstance seemed to tame his ego.

“Have you had seizures before? Or take any prescription medication?” The doctor questioned.

“Actually… I have had one before. A really long time ago, back when I was…younger. But I haven’t had another one since just now, and I’ve never been medicated for it.” Ramuda didn’t enjoy thinking back to the ‘lab days’ when he was first created. He had experienced the seizure as a bad side effect during one of their ‘sessions’. The memory itself was still fuzzy, but he was still aware it had occurred.

“It may be wise to monitor you for a few days. Seizures like this are very dangerous should you suddenly drop, especially if you are standing.”

“I agree with the doc on that one.” Ichiro spoke up for the first time, reminding Jakurai and Ramuda of the group's presence.

“Whaaaa? I-It’s no big deal, you guys!” Ramuda forced some energy into his words, attempting and failing to sound reassuring. “It was probably just like… a one-time thing… or something.” Jakurai stared, unimpressed at the ridiculous theory.

“At the very least seek medication. It’d be very unfortunate should you collapse during a performance and be disqualified.” The medical professional reasoned. Ramuda donned a thoughtful expression as he genuinely contemplated the advice.

After a moment of being lost in thought, he came to the painful conclusion that the old man was… right. Even if there was a chance that the medication wouldn’t work on an artificial lifeform, there wasn’t much else he could do.

“Fine…” He pouted childishly, crossing his arms tightly across his chest and looking away from Jakurai.

They all ended up helping to clean up the mess as the overall tension in the air finally started to lift. Meanwhile, Jakurai, who deemed himself Ramuda’s personal doctor, discussed the procedure to start medication. Ramuda, of course, was disgruntled, half listening to his new primary doctor. Soon after, Gentaro and Dice showed up, practically barging into the door to see if their leader was good and well. Jakurai gladly explained the situation in more detail as well as gave them symptoms in Ramuda to look out for.

Despite past grievances held among each other, the group of rappers found it possible to push all of the drama aside and aid the beloved fashion designer.

Maybe being ‘human’ wasn’t so bad after all.

[modern-oedipus]

I was writing a JakuRamu fic after 7 months of procrasinating and I forgot the word immature and I instead said unadultly

I have never felt more JakuRamu in my life ever

[fu-ying]

WHY! In every HypMic fic in Amemura Ramuda/Jinguji Jakurai, Ramuda is always dying and blood. Did i miss something.. (my life)

[ramuda-kinnie]

Doctor Jakurai vs Human Jakurai: A Thread

I was writing Home’s next chapter for Jakurai/Ramuda scenes and I came up with an interesting thought that I’d love to see handled in canon.

As someone who shares a likewise profession with Jakurai, I understand how he can calmly focus on the wounds and treat the patient instead of letting his panic/concern about what is going to happen take him over. Doctors have to focus on treatment first, after all, right? It is an emergency.

But Ramuda Amemura has always been the one who shows Jakurai he is so much more than a doctor. So much more than his social status, so much more than the Sensei TM figure everybody admires and expects solutions from. Even the rebellious characters like Samatoki and I-do-what-I-want characters like Ichiro respect when it comes to Jakurai and think he Must Know Things. His team members, while I know it’s due loving respect, call him Sensei and not his name. Ramuda is one of the few people who are on first name basis with him without any sensei added— and that has been that way since TDD, so we can’t say he was not adding sensei out of spite. In fact, he only calls Jakurai ~ s e n s e i ~ when he is annoyed with him. Ramuda seems to be painfully aware of Jakurai’s savior complex and he slaps him on face with these type of additions, though I doubt Jakurai realizes that (yet).

Anyway, for the scene in Home, Ramuda is severely injured. While writing, I just thought— what if Jakurai’s brain just stops? Because that’s usually the case with Ramuda. Ramuda makes Jakurai do crazy things and encourages his chaotic side, Ramuda calls him on first name basis, Ramuda does not idolize him to he a Great Sensei, to him he’s Just Jakurai— being a Great Sensei is a part of him, but it is not him. There is something so much more, so much valuable that is Jakurai as a whole, rather than who he can save or what he can provide. At least that’s what I hope to believe.

So, now— when Ramuda is severely injured. I thought Jakurai might have gone really clumsy in his treatment, his hands would shake— he would be overwhelmed by intense panic because it is Ramuda for god’s sake, not a random person (I’m sorry for the pun). I won’t elaborate it here since I’ll be posting it soon anyway but… Just for the context of it. Jakurai and Ramuda’s bond is so fucking beautiful and it gets me every time, both in canon and fan-made content. So lucky to have known them.

[mishkakagehishka]

Horrortober Day 4: Needle

Repost from my old blog

I’m so sorry, Jakurai would literally never… but I saw the prompt and immediately thought of those doctors that just go “it’s okay, you can squeeze my hand/knee if it hurts!” if they notice you’re afraid of needles and. That, he would. Prompts here.

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle- Pairing: Jakurai Jinguuji / GN reader Word count: 1314 Quote given: “It’s just a tiny sting. You won’t notice it at all.” Summary: Dr Jinguuji had always had a fascination with people he found interesting. He was simply drawn to intriguing and unique folks. This time, however, the person he was drawn to was less fascinating on their own, and more fascinating because of his own feelings towards them. He’s still abiding by “do no harm” if the harm is done for a good reason, right? Warnings: drugging, medical malpractice, doctors abusing the trustworthiness of their position, written more from Jakurai’s POV so a lot of “excusing” his actions

Disclaimer: this goes without saying, but I feel like I should say it all the same - yandere is just a synonym for toxic, unhealthy and abusive. I do not condone any such behaviour, I simply find it an interesting horror trope, and I try to portray it as something scary and scarring, not romantic or as something to aspire towards.

Work at the hospital was hectic today, as well. With a sigh, Jakurai stretched, his spine popping from not moving, still sat in that uncomfortable chair at his small desk. He knew the peaceful times when he could breathe freely never lasted long, so he opted to take full advantage of this one, having already sent the nurse on an early break. He tapped his knee, glancing at the clock. There was not much time left until his shift was over, but he was still on edge. He was wondering if they were going to come around again.

It started happening six or seven months ago, actually. He started getting something the other doctors, jokingly, called a reoccurring patient. “If you can’t find anything wrong with them,” one of his colleagues said, “you should just refer them to a psychologist. It could be health anxiety.” He heard that advice well enough, but… it was hard to explain even to himself. They were simply so intriguing, he felt the need to see them as often as possible, so, even when the initial reason for their coming was solved, Jakurai told them to still come in regularly for check-ups.

“Just to make sure everything is healing up well,” he said at that time. And the first few times they came around, he did feel bad about it, just slightly. But he couldn’t deny how drawn to them he was. He felt as if he just had to see them, time and time again. And so, somehow, Jakurai managed to get them to always return. With every visit, he could sense them becoming more comfortable with him, opening up bit by bit. Chatting came naturally, though he’d always remind them to come again in a few days, just to keep everything in check. To be honest, he was wondering how it is that they still trusted him, especially as they must have realised they felt perfectly fine.

He hummed to himself, turning around on the swivel chair and sliding over to the other side of the desk, his thoughts still full of his reoccurring patient. Of course, he wasn’t a fool nor a teenager anymore, he knew well enough what had happened at one point. The initial fascination with them, the need to see them again and again, it had all quickly grown into a more overwhelming feeling. He wanted to call it love, but he couldn’t deny the oddity of “love” encompassing such a strong need to have them in his sight at all times, to have them belong only to him, to the point where he’d even abuse his trustworthiness as a medical professional, just to see them. It was more like an obsession, even he was aware of it, but… that obsession must have been born out of love. In any case, he knew that, love or not, his thoughts had crossed many lines by now, and it’s not that he didn’t care. He just felt as if being with them was more important than any moral grievances he’d have with himself. After all, if the goal is noble, the means don’t matter. That’s what Jakurai told himself as he tapped the vial of a sedative he had prepared in advance. He had a sort of plan, a way to truly be able to keep them for himself, to be able to study their fascinating being all he wanted.

As if on cue, a knock on the door signalled the arrival of the next patient. Jakurai perked up, his mood, and the fatigue, instantly lifting when he saw the familiar face entering his office. “Hello,” they greeted politely, quietly. “Good afternoon. Here, take a seat while I get your results from last time.” As the patient sat on the exam table, really, the only other seat in his office, he made the stride over to the cabinets. Again, they chatted about random things. They were just telling him about an incident at their own workplace, something to do with a co-worker getting in trouble with the boss. It wasn’t as interesting as the parts of their life that had directly to do with them, but Jakurai liked hearing them speak all the same.

“Here we go,” he said soon enough. “We took a blood sample, didn’t we?” He went on to explain the ‘diagnosis’ using a bunch of medical terms he knew the patient wasn’t familiar with anyway. They just nodded along, pretending to understand what it all meant. Despite their convincing act, Jakurai had to hide his need to laugh, his amusement only growing. “Really, the results are the same as what was already told to you over the phone, right?” “Yeah, um, I was also told… I’d be getting some injection? Is that still supposed to happen?” the patient started fidgeting, just a little, and Jakurai couldn’t keep down the small laughter this time. It was nothing mocking, however, just pure intrigue and amusement. “I did not want to say anything, but I noticed it last time; you are scared of needles, aren’t you?” “Well, I wouldn’t say that,” they trailed off. “It is nothing to be embarrassed of. You are neither the first nor will you be the last adult who came to me with that fear.” He went back to the desk, putting on a new pair of gloves before uncapping the vial he prepared in advance. He filled the syringe in silence, tapping it once, twice, to get rid of the air bubbles before glancing back at the patient. Truth be told, he decided specifically on this idea because he thought the way they squinted and winced while having their blood drawn was incredibly interesting. Jakurai wondered just what other sorts of reactions he could pull out of them.

For a moment, he hesitated. Was this really right? There was nothing wrong with them, he had already been lying to them for so long, even doing various examinations for no reason. And now, what was he about to do? Inject them with a sedative, after misleading them into thinking it’s medicine. The sedative itself being a means to the goal of keeping them for himself, caging them by his side. Jakurai’s plan was well thought-out, but he couldn’t help but wonder. He kept telling himself he was in love, so even if his means were a little out there, wasn’t it alright if he was doing it for love? Besides, now he could finally use those abhorrent skills he had developed way back then, the wretched skills of deception, the knowledge of sedatives and the acts, charades, that came naturally to him, that would make sure nobody doubted him when he escorted the passed-out patient to their home under the pretence of worrying for them, he could use them for something good. He already considered it a sort of redemption to use those hands that once killed to heal, but what of those skills? He was only able to hide them, no way to make them seem peaceful, healing. No way to atone for even having them in his repertoire. Until now, that is. He could use them for love. It was the perfect conclusion, the perfect epilogue of that violent part of his life. He can start over, with his love forever by his side. And that thought process was all the push he needed.

“Roll up your sleeve, this should go directly into your vein.” There was no turning back now. He brought his chair over to the exam table, carefully watching the patient do as he instructed. So obedient. “It’s okay.” He smiled, offering comfort. “It’s just a tiny sting. You won’t notice it at all. And if you do,” he softly took hold of their hand, placing it on his own shoulder, “just squeeze.”

His smile was so kind, his eyes so full of ‘love’.

[highoncaffeineheadcanons]

Reconciliations And What Comes After

Another small excerpt from something I'm currently writing: my personal take on what happens after the reconciliation (in which Ramuda finally receives medical treatment and takes a moment to reflect upon his feelings towards Jakurai).

Read at your own risk, I couldn't be bothered to proofread today.

Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji/Ramuda Amemura

Words: 295

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A light breeze swept over Shinjuku and rustled both Ramuda’s hair and his white hospital gown. He was currently observing the busy streets of Shinjuku from atop the hospital’s spacious rooftop, bright eyes staring down and yet perceiving nothing at all.

His mind was too occupied with all the things that had happened during the past few days - some of it seemed so unreal to him that he wondered whether it had all been a dream. One particular scene kept playing on repeat in his head, and despite the chilly temperatures it made him feel comfortably warm inside.

“You’re… you’re going to forgive me?”

“Of course I am.”

Four words.

Even now, Ramuda wondered how four words could hold so much power as to turn his whole world upside down. God knows how long he had waited to hear them, hadn’t even dared to hope that he deserved them in the first place. But Jakurai had surprised him, as he had always done, and that was that.

At that moment it had felt like the ground was giving away under his feet. Despite the fact that he'd had his hands buried in the doctor’s cloak midway through his responding "thank you" in a tight hug, it had felt like he was falling. Miraculously, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t afraid of what would come after.

Looking back at those events now, Ramuda couldn’t help but giggle to himself. It felt like he was falling still, even after days had passed. Or maybe it was because of the side effects of the sedative Jakurai had convinced him to take that morning.

Whichever it was, it had brought a lasting smile to his face which no annoying medical procedure could quite erase entirely.

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[shoujolover-666]

The Counsellor: Leona Kingscholar

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27042859/chapters/66133471

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Jakurai Jinguji

Leona was lying on the sofa that was in the office of the man who had a strange air around him. His green eyes were half lidded and his tail switched lazily. Something about that man was… off. Jinguji Jakurai was a man who came out of nowhere. A man who seemed to have no background, nothing that one was able to track back to him. Everything about him seemed harmless, the way he held himself was something he was not used to. In a way, it reminded him a bit of his brother.

The lion let out a silent sound of annoyance, but he calmed down quite quickly.

He smelled strange.

Disinfectants, lavender and mint. Despite how everything seemed to scream at him that the man was safe, not a threat, his gut feeling told him something else.

Danger, caution, don’t mess with him. Instincts were something he usually trusted in, but the man was magicless. If he really wanted to, it would be easy for him to just squash him with a small move, an unassuming spell or his unique magic.

Still, maybe it would be better if he trusted his instincts for now and stayed careful.

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have come here in the first place. This whole idea of going to someone to talk about his problems was not something he wanted to do at all. Too bad that the headmaster forced him to after the Overblot accident. If he hadn’t been threatened with being forced to work even more while being supervised, he would have just skipped without care. Under these circumstances though, it was easier if he simply gave in and got over with it as fast as he could.

“You are Kingscholar-Kun, right?”

The man, whose hair reminded him of the lavenders of the botany, looked up from some documents and smiled. It was harmless, and he thought about any kind of teacher, or older person in general, who treated him like this. Unafraid, unauthoritative.

Equal. Being treated as someone equal, not someone higher or lesser.

Leona was caught off guard, but he quickly changed back to his uncaring attitude. It was nothing to be impressed with. His ear did not just twitch because of how his curiosity has been stirred.

“I am. So, what do I have to do now, herbivore? Talk about my family? About an oh so tragic past?”

He raised an eyebrow before he sat up, leaning forward to get closer to the taller man.

Intimidation almost always worked to get what he wanted. The student did not intend on telling him anything about his past, for it was nobody's business.

“You can tell me about it if you wish to, but I won’t force you. No, what I wanted to ask was what your strengths are. It doesn’t matter if they are related to school or not. Anything is fine.”

Leona waited for the other to continue, but when he didn’t say anything for the following seconds, he sighed and decided to play along. It was the first time that anyone was interested in something like this. Most people would have asked him about what he liked and disliked, or they would have tried to get more information about his brother to get in the good graces of either of them.

Even though Leona wasn’t a king, will never be one because of how he had been born later and because of the existence of Cheka, a lot of people wanted to curry his favour because of the fact that he was a prince.

“Ancient curses are easy enough… and chess is something I am good at I guess.” In the end, the third year student decided to play along with him. If all questions were like that, he didn’t mind spending some time here. It wasn’t too annoying, and the counsellor was one of the people who didn’t seem to annoy him in any way so far.

Like that, Jakurai asked him more and more trivial questions. His opinion on some fellow students. What he dislikes about things in school. What he did in his spare time.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one answering questions.

“If I have to answer you, you have to tell me about yourself as well.”

He was pretty sure that he wouldn’t say anything involving his past and the place he came from when he seemed to try his best to cover it up. Leona paid some people to get information about the older man, but they came up with nothing. Not a single thing. Even those who had the ability to dig deeper were not successful.

Digging into these matters himself would only take too much effort, and he didn’t see it as necessary to work hard because of a man who didn’t seem as if intended to hurt anyone, even though he clearly had the ability to harm.

This was something he realized when he watched the man. His moves were smooth, his fingers tense and the way he behaved harmless seemed almost deliberate. Most people wouldn’t have noticed anything, but the lion knew where to look at to notice the little signs.

Jakurai seemed gentle, fatherly, but there was a glint in his eyes that told him that he was not just a father figure. In a way… he reminded him of an assassin. His ear twitched again, and his tail swished a bit faster.

An assassin? Would someone really be that bold and try to kill him on school grounds? No, even the assassins in the past knew to keep away from this place, for there were eyes and ears everywhere.

But why else was a person like him here? Leonas were narrowed and he interrupted him from whatever he just wanted to say.

“What is an assassin like you doing at our school?”

He could see the surprise on the other's face. So his gut feeling was right. The man who seemed to be favoured by a lot of students was dangerous… could be dangerous. If he really wanted to, and if he was as good as his instincts told him he was, he would have done his job quickly and cleanly, only to leave afterwards without being traced.

Also, even though the headmaster was useless and annoying most of the time, he wouldn’t let anyone in who would be a danger to the students, so he wouldn’t harm him… now.

Jakurai was silent for a while, probably thinking about what he should tell him, before he finally gave him an answer.

“I am here because of an unknown incident. If I had a way to get back home, I would have done so already, but I don’t. So for now, I am working here as a counsellor and nurse until I can return to the place I am from. Hopefully that was enough to satisfy your curiosity, Leona-Kun?”

The lion stared at him, looking for any sign that he was lying. Maybe a nervous tick, a second in which his eyes are wandering somewhere else, the scent of fear or the tiniest shift in his voice would have been enough to tip him, but there was none of that.

He was completely being honest with him.

With that, Leona got up from the couch, stretching himself before he turned away.

“Next week, same time, carnivore.”

And with that, he left the room.

What he was not able to see was the smile that Jakurai had on his lips.

[hyphypmic]

Jakurai ft. Stairs

The thing is, you are a complete klutz. You cannot climb the stairs if your life depended on it. You and Po from Kung Fu Panda are actual soulmates, except you do recognise the need to take the stairs so that you won’t look like a panda.

On this particular day though, you were already late to work, but you forgot your ID upstairs. You, the one who hates stairs the most, had to run up in your heels and skirt which causes you to be extra slow on the stairs. But you had to do it anyway, it was strictly, no ID, no entry. It was alright though if you were late this once, it wasn’t like you already collected too many lates… oh.

You sprinted up the stairs, not minding who you bumped into and what profanity flew out of your mouth. But you, being a complete mess, tripped. You were 100% sure that you were going to face plant and that you’re going to show up to the pristine office with messy hair, a limp and a terrible bruise, but someone caught you and stopped your fall.

You looked up and your heart stopped. It was the doctor who lived on your floor. You barely see him, considering that he is a doctor and the leader of Matenrou, the recent winner of the division battle.

You never really realized how…. Attractive he is up close. His long purple hair was touching the floor because he had to catch you, his white coat pristine (along with all his other clothes) and his eyes… well, you were lost.

“Are you ok?” Jakurai Jinguji asked.

“Um… I… eh….” You couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t because he was helping you, it was because you ran up the stairs and you haven’t actually taken a breath since he caught you. You took a deep breath.

“Sit down.” Jakurai said and you and him sat down on the step. “Just breathe. I’ll go get you water.”

You felt so shy, but you couldn’t find the breath to say no. Jakurai came back with a bottle of water and you took it from him, sipping slowly. After a bit, you finally caught your breath. “Thank you.” You replied with a blush. “I’m sorry… this is quite embarrassing.”

“It’s alright. As a doctor, I like to help people.” He sighed. “I also have to take the stairs because I need to have physical activity. I don’t have time to go to the gym, so this will have to do.” He glanced at the watch on your hand as if taking note of how long this encounter took.

You glanced at it also and held back a shriek. “Erm… I guess I’m really late now. I should run and get my ID-”

“Oh?” Jakurai rummaged around in his coat pocket. “I forgot.” You almost fainted when he pulled out an ID from his coat pocket. “This is yours isn’t it?”

You took it from him and immediately hung it on your neck. “Thank you! Where did you find it?”

“It was on the steps. You must have dropped it-“

You hugged him out of impulse and then let go immediately. “Ah! Sorry! Sorry!”

Jakurai chuckled. “You don’t have to say sorry. I would know how important an ID is. I cannot enter the hospital without it.” He helped you stand up. “I’ll walk you down then we can go our separate ways.”

“Oh…” You felt a little disappointed, after all, it wasn’t like everyday you get to spend time with the Jakurai. You walked with him downstairs and he patted his coat. He sighed. “I believe I have also forgotten my ID. I need to get it.” He turned to you. “Well, you should be going.”

You shuffled your feet and clutched your bag. “I should… yeah.”

“Do you want to meet sometime?” He asked. His cheeks coloured a slight pink. “Dinner? Maybe tonight?”

“Um… sure!” Your voice went up several octaves.

“I’ll get you from your apartment.”

“Great!” You said, your face beet red. “Bye! Goodbye!” You backed up and started on a jog. If you were lucky and didn’t die from a heart attack, you were going to make it… maybe just an hour late. You moved faster and prayed harder.

Jakurai on the other hand, went back upstairs slowly, knowing that his shift didn’t start until five hours later.

[partyofwords]

For a request - having tea with Jakurai? Possibly romantic, afab reader.

Summary: Jakurai harbors feelings for you. What better way to confess than over tea?

Pairing: Jakurai Jinguji X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 867

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I love getting HypMic requests and this one was so cute! I hope you like it! I really enjoyed writing it!

It was Jakurai's idea to invite you over for tea. He had gotten a lot closer to you in the past few weeks and he really wanted to get to know more about you. Of course, when Hifumi caught wind of the doctor's plans, he tried to plan the whole affair. But Jakurai was firm in his insistence that he would handle this little tea party on his own. Though he pouted, Hifumi did ask to be filled in on all the details afterwards, which he agreed to as an attempt to pacify him.

Before you arrived, Jakurai made sure his apartment was spotless. He picked the best dishes, made tasty little treats, and brewed his best blend of tea. A wave of anxiety rushed over him and he wasn't quite sure as to why. Eventually, he chalked it up to just being anxious over spending time with someone he didn't know a lot about and wanting to make a good impression so they could continue their relationship.

When you knocked on the door, he warmly welcomed you. You returned his greeting with a bright smile that seemed to glow in the afternoon sun. Your smile and your gorgeous spring dress made his heart skip a beat. That's when he realized where the anxiety was actually coming from. He was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you, and today's meeting would decide whether or not you'd be compatible with each other.

You complimented his apartment, mentioning how you liked the decor and how welcoming the atmosphere seemed. He thanked you and directed you to where you would be having tea. You perched on one of his easy chairs, and Jakurai couldn't help but imagine you always sitting there, claiming it as your spot. You were sitting in the perfect place where the sun softly shone on your hair and you could see everything in the room without too much effort. It was the optimal spot for comfort and functionality. He wanted you to use that chair every time you came over.

After pouring you a cup of tea, you complimented the taste and smell of the brew. He explained how he got such a fragrant and sweet tea by combining his favorite tea leaves and getting the right measurements to make the perfect cup of tea. You listened intently, even leaning in as if what he was saying was the most fascinating thing in the world. He couldn't help but become completely enamored with you. He knew right then and there, he was sunk.

Eventually, the topic of conversation moved on to your work and how things were going at your job. It was Jakurai's turn now to listen to you with fascination. He found he wasn't bored with what you were discussing, even if you yourself did. He liked the sound of your voice. It was pleasing to the ear and just the right amount of animation. He was truly smitten by you and he didn't want this lovely tea party to end.

It wasn't until the sun was getting low in the sky that you decided to call it a night. Halfway through the tea party, when the tea had run dry, you both switched to coffee. While Jakurai himself wasn't a fan, he was pleasantly surprised to see you liked both coffee and tea. Though it wasn't that big of a deal, to him it felt like an intimate detail about you. He now knew how you took your tea and your coffee, meaning he could make you a drink and know exactly how you liked it. 

Now, Jakurai is a gentleman, so of course he insisted on walking you home. You only lightly protested, but allowed him to nonetheless. Again, the two of you talked about anything and everything under the sun as you walked to your apartment. He loved engaging conversation. You always knew exactly what to say. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what falling in love felt like. Regardless of if it was or not, he knew he never wanted to let go.

When you reached your apartment, you shyly bid him good night but did not go in. It was as if you were waiting for something. And he was waiting for it too. So he came right out and said it.

"My dear, would you be willing to go out on a date with me next week?"

"Why, Dr. Jakurai. I thought you'd never ask!"

With that, you pressed a soft, pleasant kiss to his cheek, bid him good night once more, and slipped into your apartment building.

Jakurai, on the other hand, was frozen on the steps. His hand went to his cheek to lightly trace where your lips had just been. He didn't expect that. It seems you were still full of surprises with him. And he wanted to experience all of the surprises you had to offer for the rest of his life.

So with a self-contented smile, Jakurai began to walk back to his apartment, thinking of all the different date spots he could take you. And of course, as soon as he arrived home, he told Hifumi and Doppo everything.

[lake-archive]

The Past Is The Past... Right?

CATZ Discography - AO3 Link

Characters (main): Eli (OC by @watersofcamelot), Ichiro Yamada, Samatoki Aohitsugi, Ramuda Amemura, Jakurai Jinguji, Kuko Harai, Sasara Nurude, Ole (OC)

Synposis: By sheer coincidence Eli bumps into the crew leaders one by one. When being asked what he is doing now he tries to avoid it… They all notice something is off though…

Tags: Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Original Character-centric, POV Yamada Ichiro, POV Aohitsugi Samatoki, POV Amemura Ramuda, POV Jinguji Jakurai, POV Original Character, Backstory, POV Canon Character, No Romance, Platonic Relationships, Smoking, Past Relationship(s), Canon Era, Post-The Dirty Dawg Era (Hypnosis Mic), The Dirty Dawg Spoilers (Hypnosis Mic), Spoilers, Cats, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited

Words Total: 7,621

Average Reading Time: ~1 hour

Track List

Track 1 - Track 2 - Track 3 - Track 4 - Track 5 - Track 6 - Track 7

[torturechen]

I know it’s a bit of a long shot, but if anybody is willing, I’m in search of some people to beta a hypmic fic I’m writing! I wanna keep it a bit secret, so all I’ll say is that it’s pretty Fling Posse ship centric with a bit of Matenrou ships. If your interested please shoot me a dm either here or on my twitter (cimmeriannight)!

[modern-oedipus]

I wish I could read more canon-compliant JakuRamu fanfictions. Although I love AUs (in fact, AUs are my preference in almost every fandom and ship except JakuRamu), my feelings for everything they are going through in the canon storyline is so strong and full of love that I don’t feel the need to put them into Another Universe. They are so real in the way they are and I wish I could read more JakuRamu fanfictions where they just chill in their own reality without having to write them myself. I do love writing my fluffy JakuRamu one shots but sometimes I just wish I could see more of other people’s POVs and interpretations. It’s always fun! 💓

If anyone has good JakuRamu fic suggestions, please do let me know! (Excluding stuff like character death, violence etc. Angst With Happy Ending is accepted but I am not into the Deep Sad Stuff.). Thank you! 🧁

[sasaranurude]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Izanami Hifumi/Kannonzaka Doppo, Izanami Hifumi/Jinguji Jakurai/Kannonzaka Doppo Characters: Izanami Hifumi, Kannonzaka Doppo, Jinguji Jakurai Additional Tags: Polyamory, Ambiguous Relationships, Selfies, Banter, First Dates, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Jakurai Jinguji cares deeply for his teammates, who give him moments of peace when he hardly deserves them.

Doppo and Hifumi are too busy freaking out about their not-so-minor crushes on Jakurai to worry about any deep stuff like “moments of peace”.

First chapter of my matenrot3 fic is posted… thanks to everyone who gave me nice comments on my silly preview post…. yallre the reall mvps

[ramuda-kinnie]

Although I absolutely kin Ramuda and take JakuRamu to my heart for almost a year by now, I have somehow avoided talking about it publicly. (I have written them in Home and in my JakuRamu one shots, but writing fanfiction is different from directly expressing my opinions.)

The thing is, I’m very bubbly and talkative, but when it’s about JakuRamu specifically, I find myself holding back— perhaps because they hit way too personal and way too deeply for me to consent an open discussion. But at the same time, I feel like— why? Why isn’t anyone talking about JakuRamu’s absolutely fascinating dynamics at all? The fandom content for them is so limited, despite them being one of the greatest ship (or friends— regardless of how you interpret them, their bond remains unchanged. Romance makes it more beautiful for me but I might as well accept them as great friends and that would work too.), so I am back to Emma Watson’s famous quote— “If not me, who? If not now, when?”

So maybe, I’ll talk more about it as time goes. I mean, my close circle knows that I already talk a lot about it but maybe it will make some people happy if I post my thoughts online under #jakuramu tag too, because the tag is very silent. (Not that I’m offended, I just— I’m just in a great shock because JakuRamu is so beautiful, how come is it so underrated?)

Anyways, let me once again link the fics I have written so far so I can start by posting the content I already made. I think I posted them on my main blog instead of here, so it’s better to repost. Ah, it’s gonna take some emotional labour to talk about JakuRamu but I feel like it will be good in the long term! I may not have all time in the world to produce new content but I’ll definitely dedicate some of my heart into it! 💖⭐️

Don’t Get Lost — The one where Jakurai is being a lil’ dumb and Ramuda being a lil’ affectionate.

We Are Not Perfect — The emotional talk one

Definitely Not Waiting For Jakurai — I don’t even remember this one but it was so cute and Ramuda was flustered

Sunrise At Shinjuku — Absolutely the favorite one shot I have written myself.

Out Of Duty — Unresolved romantic tension & angst, the only one with a bittersweet ending. All others are fluff!

There is also Home, where me and the co-author write almost all hypmic ships, which JakuRamu is a part of!

⭐️ Of course, my fics are not the only ones I love, in fact there are so many great fics about JakuRamu that literally left a permanent impact on me. (I always make sure to appreciate the authors on comments sections!) I would love to share them on my blog too, but to do that I will ask for consents of the authors, so it may take some time (if they let me at all). Until then, have Grace’s fics! 💖