(Tokyo Debunker) Yuri Isami & gn!Reader . Emotional Hurt/Comfort . Episode 18 Spoilers, Crying, Hugs, Sitting On Lap, Tea, Yuri Falls Asleep On Reader, Jiro Kirisaki Is Present
" The Frostheim students had left after having their fun tearing into Yuri. You opt to comfort him. "
Title is a lyric from 'It Took Me By Surpise' by Maria Mena. Some inspiration was from this piece of fanart
Ao3 Mirror . 661 Words
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It was the first time you witnessed Yuri breakdown.
The Frosthiem students had been vicious, as they always were. Driven by gossip and pretty smiles built on false politeness. Though now the only people remaining in the room were you, an unphased Jiro, and Yuri– who you watched sob into the palms of his hands. Unresponsive to your words.
"Yuri." You stepped forward. Uncertainty ran cold through your veins, not knowing how to bring the doctor comfort. But you had to try. You wanted to try, "Tell me if this isn't okay with you."
Your hands lift to rest on his shoulders, and he flinches. But there’s no further reaction, including no move to get away from the contact. Gently you begin using your thumbs to trace lines back and forth on his shoulders as you turn to the other man standing in the room, "Jiro, can you brew some tea?" Yuri liked tea. And you recalled some explanation about it having calming properties.
"Alright." He turns his attention to the cabinet of various flavors of tea. And you turned your attention back to Yuri once he grasped the sides of your arms. He isn't much aware of his own strength, it seemed. Fingers digging in with a desperation unable to be contained. You get a few more seconds to look at his scrunched up face before he's shoving it into you– buried in your own shoulder.
You waste no time in wrapping your arms around him. Slowly you guide him over to the chair slid slightly away from his desk. His steps are somewhat uncoordinated– too focused on his body's response which he failed to conceal. Though with patience you manage to situate him in your lap, albeit with some coaxing.
“They’re gone now.” You murmur hushed assurances to him, now running a hand along his back. Jiro sets the freshly brewed tea down on the desk, returning to his position of watching on silently afterwards. You thank him– tone still low, and take the cup to offer to Yuri. It takes him a moment to register the aroma but soon he pulls away to see what is in your hand. Accepting it with an air of hesitance.
He's still shaking. Though Yuri's sobs have started to recede. A sign that he's calming down. He takes a sip, then a shaky breath, before he speaks– "I hate them." Brow furrowing as he thinks about old memories from last year, "Those parasites. I'm not the one who betrayed anybody." His voice wavers and cracks. Frustrated as he lifts a hand to wipe the tear stains coating his face.
Maybe you should comment. But maybe you shouldn't, seeing as you don't know the whole story. Details of exhaustion seep into Yuri's expression. So you decide to use your voice for something else. Humming one of the classical melodies you had caught him singing to himself. His eyes widen in recognition, a bashful scoff leaving his lips as he opts to finish his tea instead.
Moments pass with the lingering sense of raw vulnerability. The clutches of shame refusing to fully release him even after he's done with the beverage. However the hour is late and he only grows more drowsy. A hand leads him back to resting his full weight on you, "Sleep. You deserve it. You've earned it."
Pride dictates that he should refuse. Make a fuss with flushed cheeks and indignant glares. But would it really be so terrible to indulge this once, though? He’s already embarrassed himself as is. His tired brain can't muster the energy to refute such a line of thinking.
"I'll go grab a blanket." Jiro speaks before walking out. Temporarily taking his presence elsewhere.
Eyes fluttering shut Yuri resigns. Today will simply be a day he'd refuse to bring up. As stubborn as he may be, though, he'll mark you down in his mind as somebody he can trust. Somebody to be silently grateful for.
