Jiro- First Kiss
My other "First Kiss" fanfics: Jin Tohma Luca Alan Leo Sho Taiga Romeo Haku Subaru Haru Towa Ren Rui
The chemistry between these two is immaculate 😭😭😭i ship
Jiro hasn’t slept for days. As the curse in your body grows stronger, the more time Jiro spends in the lab.
Out of worry, you visit whenever you can. If he’s not tending to patients or handling Mortkranken responsibilities, you can always find him hunched over the metal table, papers scattered, chemicals mixing, and blue light from the computer reflecting into his dull eyes.
Even Yuri, a fellow workaholic, asks you to do something about it.
If you knew how, you would’ve done it already. ________
“Jiro, I brought some drinks. Would you like one?”
“Please leave them at my desk.”
“You should try them now. They have vitamins in them and they’re not solid so it’s easy to–”
“Please leave them at my desk.”
Your fingers curl into your palms. You do as you’re told.
You catch a glimpse of him from the side. His skin has lost color. His underbags have deepened and his cheeks are even more hollow than before. He’s actually starting to look like a zombie.
“Jiro," you hesitate, "When’s the last time you’ve slept? I’m worried-”
“If you’re not going to provide useful input, please leave. I don’t need further distraction.”
Your chest aches. Your eyes burn.
He was doing this for you. Going through all of this for you... And you hate it.
“I,” you swallow back tears, “ I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself,” your voice cracks, “Please Jiro.”
Your vision blurs. You press your palms into your face.
Beside your sniffles, there's silence. You assume he's probably watching you with those emotionless eyes.
Until suddenly-
A chair clatters to the ground. Footsteps approach- rapidly.
You look up. His face, only inches away. So close you can see every detail.
His fingers wrap around your wrists.
And before you can process anything, his lips press against yours.
Your eyes widen but you don’t pull back.
The contact is brief.... Or so you thought.
"J-Jiro-"
He cuts you off again, crashing his lips into yours. This time it's not careful.
His breath is uneven. For a second, he forgets logic. For a second, he forgets himself.
His grip flinches when you gasp, as if he only just realized what he was doing.
He finally withdraws.
“W-What was that? W-Why did you kiss me?”
His brows furrow slightly.
“I’m not so sure myself. I just felt a sudden… impulse.”
A droplet from earlier escapes the corner of your eye.
He catches it quickly with his knuckle. He studies it as though it’s something fascinating- something he can fix.
“If I rest,” he says steadily, “will you stop crying?”
You blink. Slowly, you nod.
“Will you dry my hair after I shower?”
You nod your head again.
“Will you feed me dinner?”
Another nod.
“Very well then. Should we go?”
It’s almost like the kiss never happened.
And yet, you can tell. Something has changed.
He holds out his hand. Jiro never does unnecessary things like this.
You take it.
He leads you toward his dorm without looking back.
“It seems me neglecting myself has caused you distress. As your physician, I apologize.”
You take in those words. You don’t answer. You simply squeeze his hand a bit tighter.
