So Strange

Patience is Virtue

(Warning): Brief usage of F slur

Niragi's POV

  It's about... 3:35, and I'm heading into the front office of the Metro hospital Chishiya works at. I still can't believe that little punk I shared a room with for a week is a doctor. I don't even know what type he is. Maybe I'll ask him, but it's not like it matters.

  As expected, the front desk is the first thing I see when I walk through the tinted glass doors. The second thing I see is a short woman in a uniform manning the front desk. And of course, the third is a wry smirk plastered over smooth, presumably soft lips. Fucking hate that smirk. But I approach him like he's never provoked a thought in my head.

  "Nice of you to make an appearance." The bitch says sarcastically.

  "Shut it." I swagger to Chishiya's side and poke his temple with force. The desk lady gives me a look, but he only huffs a laugh and walks past me.

  "Follow me, Suguru." I give the blond an unimpressed look but am only met with the back of his white coat. So I just follow behind him.

  "Where are you takin' me, shortcake?" I rush to match Chishiya's pace. He doesn't answer and doesn't look at me once.

  Not soon enough, me and Chishiya arrive at a small office with one of those check-up beds in the corner. Wow, his own office. It's plain and mostly empty - just like his soul - but still something.

  "Say, Shuntaro, what do you actually do here? Like, what's your profession?" The blond pats the surface of the bed, instructing me to sit. I do so, swinging my legs back and forth as I look around without any actual interest.

  "My profession? ...I'm a general practitioner and surgeon." Chishiya says cooly, and my eyes widen. He's a fucking surgeon!?

  "Wait, wait. So how old are you then?" Chishiya looks at me with an unusual amusement and raises his brows slightly.

  "I'm 27 years old. And I turn 28 next month." Now my eyebrows are raised. He looks so good; so young. Not that his ego needs to know that.
 
  "Damn, short and old. Unfortunate combination." I smirk, but the blond rolls his eyes.

  "My height doesn't change anything."

  "No, yeah, you're right, actually. Because it's not the size that matters, it's what you do with it. Right, Chishiya?" I speak with satire and the blond scoffs. By the purse of his lips, I can tell he's stifling a smile.

  "You actually found that funny?" I quirk an eyebrow, and Chishiya immediately turns around to his computer.

  "No, not really. I just like the way you said it." I knit my brows together and look away from the back of his head. Shit, is my face getting warm, or is it just hot in here?

  "I'll be back in a few minutes. I need to grab the supplies to rebandage your arms. Don't do anything distasteful while I'm gone." I shoot the former a disconcerted look.

  "The fuck do you think I'm gonna do in here?" I say in mock defense, humor evident in my tone. Chishiya shrugs his narrow shoulders. God, he's short, and he has narrow shoulders?

  "It's just a warning. Anyway, I'll be back soon." I scoff and lean back on my palms.

  "No, take your time. I was actually planning to jerk off in here." The blond doesn't answer. He just leaves.

  I take out my phone and check my notifications to pass the time. Let's see. One from Tetris, one from epic games, an email. Mm, a text from Hiko...

6 foot faggot:
whatcha doin
3:48 pm