Dabi x Male ! Doctor ! Reader

Chapter One - "Peeping Tom"

•-•-•-• Y/n hears the phone on his desk ring, he quickly puts his hand over it to stop the uncomfortable shaking of his pens beside it. He had been in the middle of filing new patient cases, their medical and family history. Though y/n was seen as a saint, helping the famous and fortunate, as well as the unloved and useless. He was far from innocent to 'dark' deals that were most often held in his own building. As y/n prepared his introduction speech as usual, he panicked and forgot the lines. Even after a year since the collapse and this hospital's founding, y/n still feels like his phone-call and customer service skills are a work in progress.

•-•-•-• "L/n speaking," he answers, his usual tone he uses for 'customers'.

•-•-•-• Y/n rips a spare parchment piece to scribble the names and dates, the woman on the other end of the call spoke rather fast. She seems deeply worried for the worsening health of her son, and y/n was deeply worried he would not be able to scavenge for the cash needed for some of the tech this patient required. He groaned internally.

•-•-•-• "Correct me if I am wrong, miss. Your son has a self-destructive quirk. And, you want tests done. Correct?" He asks.

•-•-•-• He pauses to write down their location information on their sheet, filling in for scheduling, equipment, and what potential rooms would be empty that day. She told y/n a few concerns that he also wrote down and she soon finished the conversation. Much to y/n's joy.

•-•-•-• "Thank you, have a nice day," y/n said before hanging up.

•-•-•-• Looking up from the nearly toppling tower of paperwork and files, he sighs. He knows that there is likely a full waiting room's worth of patients, and his assistants were still working on the peculiar case of an 'Izuku Midoriya'.

•-•-•-• "Next patient please," y/n regrettably calls out.

•-•-•-• He hears heavy, or more so... confident, footsteps and his head pops up. The tall man had quite the face, scarred, burned, and, well, peeling skin. If he could even dare to call it 'skin'. His coat looked more like a tattered towel, something to soak up the blood that pooled under the fabrics. Whether it was his blood or someone else's, y/n was more than happy to have such a battered and bruised client. Must be none other than the famous runaway Todoroki, 'Dabi'.

•-•-•-• "Hello there, what can I help you with?" Y/n's tone the same as it always was.

•-•-•-• "Need my stitches done'up, the others won't take me no more," he explained, his piercing blue eyes staring right through me.

•-•-•-• "You made an appointment for quirk testing as well, correct?" Y/n asks.

•-•-•-• Hoping that this man would request such treatment, in turn having him empty his wallet of any money to pay for the extra service of a diagnosis. Treatment for the poor was either made into debt, or free of charge. At least that was what the patients thought. Truly a shock when those same patients were mysteriously killed or gravely injured and sent back here. What a curious cycle indeed...

•-•-•-• He nodded in response. Y/n had to hold back a grin knowing this man was likely a wanted criminal. The money the folks upstairs would pay to see him dead, cannot even picture it. Y/n managed to hide his growing smirk at the idea, and sat the patient down on a clean bed.

•-•-•-• "I will be done quickly, so please be patient," y/n told the others in the waiting room, they all continued what they were doing.

•-•-•-• Y/n waved at the Todoroki to relax again, "Alright, Mr. Todoroki, you are a new patient for me," the doctor said, near excitedly.