Scintillating - SemiShira ✔︎

Chapter 4

"So, what's your name? Do you give that out or do we have a cool fake name?"

The man actually let out a very small chuckle, a sigh exiting his mouth as he turned to look at Kenjirou properly.

"You know too much. It can’t even hurt to give you my name. Just call me Eita. Semi Eita. Literally, no one calls me that so you get the honour."

"Nice. You don't get my name. You have weird ways so use those weird ways to get my name if you really want it."

"No problem, Shirabu Kenjirou." Kenjirou gaped, eyes widened as Eita looked at him with a smug smirk. It was horrid. "What? Did you really think I'd wait for you to tell me?"

"Well, yes, but not really?"

The vehicle was set into drive and as they turned onto the familiar main highway, Eita took a second to look at Kenjirou who was still idly crunching his pineapple.

"I'll drop you off on the street near to where you work. And for the love of whoever you love, don't you fucking dare get into a uber or taxi without confirming who the hell you're going with. You are damn lucky to be alive after that shit that happened last week. That was a goddamn Cartel member and you only lived because your ass managed to fucking lie your way out, y’know? Now go save people and buy a wig or something because your bangs are a dead giveaway."

Kenjirou thanked Eita, quickly getting out as his eyes involuntarily moved to meet the pair he really liked. Heeding his advice, his first call of action was to find a wig. He didn't know where or how he'd secretly get it, but he had to. So as he walked into the front doors of the hospital, it was almost too perfect the moment he spotted his answer shining before him in almost a halo-like glow.

"Magui! My saviour!"

Said woman looked up from her desk with a startled expression. Not once had Kenjirou approached her so happily in the two years of working there.

"Yes?! I swear I wasn't the one who put super glue in Tsutomu's water bottle!"

"What?!" No matter how much Kenjirou ‘hated’ Tsutomu, putting super glue in his junior's water was too far. That astounded him to his core and as he willed his surprise to go away, Magui took it upon herself to answer.

"He's fine. He was feeling paranoid. He returned officially to work two days ago and ever since then, he's been acting a bit clumsy. This morning he grabbed his bottle and somehow noticed an uneven section on the surface," a silence settled over them, Kenjirou looking around in his own paranoia. Life was getting out of hand and now even Tsutmou seemed to have his own horrifying experiences. Kenjirou suddenly didn't know what to do, his throat was feeling dry but he had to get that feeling out. Time to save lives and whatnot. "Oh yeah, what were you gonna ask me?"

The question no longer seemed important but when comparing it to his current life crisis, it suddenly meant life or death.

"Would you be able to buy me a wig? I swear I have good reason but it HAS to stay a secret. It's literally crossing the line just asking but I need it."

Magui squinted her eyes at him, a confused expression but she didn't disagree nor agree. She simply looked conflicted at the sudden plea. Kenjirou had a total of two minutes before shift officially started and Magui looking at him as if she were questioning life, wasn't helping.

"Expensive, or?"

A breath of relief escaped and he just about cheered in joy.

"I swear if it goes over five hundred eighty pesos, I'm gonna end your life or at least make you pay it all."

That had all the paranoia melting away with the way a boisterous laugh exited her mouth and sent a thumbs up. She was the right person to ask when dressing in a different hairdo every day was her speciality.

"Have a good day, Kenjirou. Hope you don’t accidentally end someone's life!"

Kenjirou laughed but all he could hope was that his life wouldn't be the one ended in seconds.

._._.

It should've been obvious that life would be different the moment Kenjirou found out that he was getting a new nurse under him. A new nurse whose day he wanted to fuck up the moment he spent ten minutes getting to know him.

"Hi, the name's Sebas, short for Sebastian."

Brown eyes, black hair, dazzling smile, eyebrows perfectly manicured, this man was hot but Kenjirou felt weary.

"I’m Doctor Shirabu but my nurses just call me Kenjirou. Takes way too long to yell my professional name when there’s an emergency and I don’t like half-assed titles."

"Can I call you mine instead?"

That's when Kenjirou came to the conclusion that he would live his life attempting to dodge both Tsutomu and Sebas.

Fucking Sebas.

Sebas who trailed him obediently, took notes on the edge of his clipboard, asked about his day, rattled on about his life in Sonora before moving roughly a month prior and landing a job. Sebas who offered him coffee during their shifts, tried taking selfies together, wanted to touch Kenjirou at any opportunity, and got close enough so Kenjirou could smell his cologne. It was entirely a ton of little things that added and built up into a great nuisance and in conclusion, Kenjirou couldn't stand him but he couldn't just tell him to fuck off on the first day. It was introduction day but by the end of the first week, Sebastian, in fact, did not shut up nor keep to himself. Kenjirou had gotten his wig, lived in slight peace for a week, returned to his usual life to a certain extent─ as in he could walk freely with his wig but couldn't stop being nervous─ and Sebas pestered him for dates.

"Sebas, you're annoying as SHIT! Can you not bother me and stop asking me out on a date? I won't go."

"Oh come on! Are you homophobic, or do you just hate older men?" Sebastian asked, eyes narrowed yet they held no bite.

"No, and no. I just don't like you!" Kenjirou huffed, signing a paper on his clipboard, eyes raising slightly from where he had been focused on. "Wait, how old are you? You're older than me?"

"Yup. I'm twenty-eight, and you're twenty-six, right?"

Kenjirou narrowed his eyes but nodded nonetheless, finishing up his stack of papers as Sebas continuously pestered him.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"It's on your ID lanyard holder," Sebas answered without missing a beat.

It would've been a believable answer. Very believable, in fact, to the point that Kenjirou hummed in understanding. Everyone at the hospital wore one but right as Sebas got called to help a patient on another floor, Kenjirou realized that in the two years of working in the hospital, he only wore his lanyard the first four months and the only other place to get his personal information was getting it from the hospital private files or, getting it from his locker. Not even Tsutomu would announce his birthdate because, one, he, for some reason, hated Sebas, and two, he knew Kenjirou would use that as an excuse to run a scalpel through his heart. Kenjirou shivered in place and right as he couldn't take it anymore, feeling the weight of the weird happenings dawn on him, he immediately left the basement morgue to an area filled with people that were actually alive.