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Thank god I was in the middle of the process to """"finish"""" it, at least there's one drawing that is not all delusional lol. And since life is a nightmare I won't have time to finish it until the new chapter releases...😔✊️
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summary ⟡ In the face of the honor student’s request, Jiro tests their convictions.
word count ⟡ 1.3k
tags ⟡ jiro kirisaki x reader, jiro kirisaki x mc, hurt/comfort, suicide mention
author's note ⟡ cross-posted on ao3. jiro's homescreen line about administering what someone wanted when they said they wanted to die gave me an idea of where i wanted to go with this.
If there was anyone who the honor student expected to understand their request, it was Jiro. She’d seen him deal with patients - especially ones who were nearing death - and she knew where his ethics stood. When his patients had told him that they wanted to die, he prescribed them what they needed to achieve it. The inspector didn’t see their request as anything different.
Which is why, as Jiro stared at them with ruby eyes and an immutable expression, they weren’t sure why they felt like they had misstepped. Mortkranken’s cold lighting wasn’t helping their anxiety either, and with the two of them alone in the lab as Yuri headed off to bed, there was a chill as Jiro continued to say nothing in the large, empty and imposing room.
Right as they thought about taking back their words - the vulnerable ask they had bared to him - Jiro finally spoke in his usual flat tone. “Okay. So you want to die,” he crossed his arms. “Then why are you still here?”
The question caught the honor student off guard. “I’m asking for your help,” they responded, voice quiet. “I’ve seen how you work, Jiro, and you know more about my curse than anyone else. You know that, at this point, in just a few weeks… it’ll be too late.”
“According to the usual Kyklos curse progression, yes,” Jiro answered, his tone clinical. “There’s no saying what kind of physical sensations you’ll be able to feel, or how much of your mind you’ll still have control of. I assume those are your main concerns. That, and the fact that once you become a Kyklos you’ll be able to curse others. In just a few weeks time, you’ll have fully become an anomaly.”
So he does get it, they thought, taking a step toward him. “You understand, then, why I’m asking you to do this for me. I don’t want to find that out. I don’t want to lose more and more of my mind until I hurt my friends, and I don’t want to lose control of my body.”
I already have, the inspector thought. The curse mark on their back had only continued to spread, and it was obvious that the smell of flowers had permeated into every article of clothing they owned.
“Okay. Then go ahead and die. You don’t need my help in order to do it,” Jiro stepped forward, closing the gap between them. “If you want to die, I won’t stop you. But if you’re just scared, then death isn’t the answer.”
Mortkranken’s lab fell as the inspector let Jiro’s words sink in. They hadn’t expected this as an answer - Jiro seemingly accepting that they want to die, but unwilling to have a hand in it. In the beat of silence between them that passed, Jiro picked up his clipboard, and they could see a photo of their curse mark at the top of it. “You said you know how I work, but you know less than you think you do. To ask me to kill you is asking me to throw away all of the work and research that both Yuri and I have put into breaking or curing your curse.”
Suddenly, the honor student felt their heart sink as they stared at Jiro’s stony face. Even though he didn’t express his emotions clearly, they knew that Jiro wasn’t heartless. He had his own way of showing his care for others - the inspector had seen it countless times on the missions they’d gone on together. “I’m sorry,” they stepped back, feeling the urge to retreat from the room entirely. “I didn’t mean - I wasn’t trying to disrespect what you’ve done for me.”
“Doing,” Jiro corrected, crossing his arms and looking down at them. “We’re still researching, you know. Yuri’s getting sleep tonight for the first time in a week. I should be doing the same, but you said you wanted to see me. Just because our timeframe is shrinking, it doesn’t mean we’re giving up.”
“What’s the point?!” the inspector yelled, taking a step back again. Something in them snapped when Jiro continued, and they couldn’t help the words that spewed out or the hot tears that rushed forward. “I won’t be myself three weeks from now. I won’t remember you. I won’t remember the effort that anyone has put in for me. Why should I make everyone crunch now when I know it’s hopeless? It’s selfish to keep living. All I’m doing is making everyone watch as I- as I become a monster.”
Jiro’s eyes were unchanging as the honor student’s eyes were glassy and red. One half of them felt angry at Jiro for how, in the face of them breaking down and crying, he could just stand there and stare at them. He didn’t raise his voice at them, he didn’t take offense, he just observed them. It made them feel like he was studying them as if they were in a petri dish.
The other half of them, though, found it incredibly grounding. It made Jiro easy to vent to - he didn’t take their swinging emotions personally, he didn’t escalate the situation. In fact, he waited in place until they caught their breath and stopped crying, wiping tears off their cheeks. Once they started to catch their breath, Jiro spoke again. “Anomalies and monsters aren’t the same thing.”
“It feels the same to me,” the honor student wiped their face again, cheeks wet. “If I become - when I become - I’ll curse others, just as I was cursed. I can’t do that to someone else, especially if it’s someone I care about.”
As they continued to cry, Jiro stepped forward, making them take another step back and bump right into one of the treatment tables. “I’m sorry, don’t - this was a mistake. I’ll take care of it myself - I’ll figure something out.”
Before they could leave, Jiro closed the gap between them and grabbed their hand, not thinking twice about it. “Don’t,” Jiro pulled them closer to him. “I’ll put you on suicide watch if I have to. Wait for me. I’ll take care of you until then.”
His eyes didn’t waver, and looking into his gaze and finding nothing but unwavering dedication made the inspector start crying all over again. “Even when I become an anomaly? Will you still take care of me when I could curse you with just one look? When it’s too late?”
“There’s advancements in medical research all the time. They thought I would never come out of a coma,” Jiro raised his free hand up to their chin, tilting it upward before starting to wipe away some of their falling tears. “Darkwick might believe there’s no way to reverse your curse after a year passes. But that won’t stop me from looking for a way. And besides, I’ve been studying flowers anyway. I’m the best suited to taking care of you. And I won’t let them kill you.”
They let out a sob, leaning forward and putting their head on Jiro’s chest before the only sound in Mortkranken’s lab were their own cries echoing off the walls. Jiro raised one hand to the top of their head, his fingers running through their hair in comforting strokes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” they whispered against him, not wanting to look up. “I don’t want to curse you.”
“Let me worry about that,” Jiro told them, pulling back. “Do you still want me to kill you?”
The honor student shook their head. It was an unfair request from the start. “I’m sorry, Jiro.”
“No. I’m sorry I haven’t found a cure for you yet. But I will,” he swore, tucking a lock of hair behind their ear. “Even if I get cursed trying.”
hotarubi boys + flowers :))))))))))))))))) tried different painting techniques with each one to um varying degrees of success; rendering in colour is actually really fun who would've thought!!!!!
