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patient ! draken x doctor ! takemichi
Dr. Takemichi Hanagaki was known for his meticulous care and dedication. His days were filled with patient check-ups, medical assessments, and warm, professional interactions. Yet, among his regular patients, one patient stood out: Ken Ryuguji, or, Draken, a man in his early thirties who insisted on visiting him every two days for a check-up.
He couldn't be put into words. His habits were strange too. Takemichi, though not that big of an observer, could feel the piercing gaze whenever he took his eyes off of him in their appointments. It was as if he was trying to get inside his brain. Fuck it up a little. Something else was peculiar too, his appointments. Trips to the doctor already cost a lot but he still managed to come in every single week. He doesn't remember a time that he would miss.
Takemichi had never voiced out his concerns or figure out the strange, feeling that he felt in the bottom of his stomach whenever he would look up from his reports and into his boring eyes. There was always this strange intensity with which his visits were marked. His conversations would get too personal sometimes. A little way too much. Still, Takemichi maintained his professional demeanor, focusing on her patient's health rather than their quirks or odd habits.
At that time, takemichi had a colleague, Dr. Robert who had transferred to Japan from Australia. He was known in the ward for his outgoing personality and his charming demeanor. He would often accompany takemichi during his shifts, always eager to share a joke or lend him a hand. To takemichi, Robert was a friend and confidant, someone who helped balance the demands of his job with his light-hearted approach.
Draken's jealousy toward Robert was palpable but unspoken of. He couldn't stand the way Robert would often casually touch takemichi's arm or laugh heartily with him. Draken's fixation on takemichi began with obsession, manifesting in his eyes whenever he saw Robert's interactions with him. His obsession could be described as the color black; Void-like, could mean two things; nothing or everything. Just like takemichi was to him. It was odd, melancholy, chilling.
One evening, as takemichi and Robert were chatting in the hallway, exchanging a few light jokes with one another, draken arrived for what he usually was here was, yet another routine visit. However, this time, he witnessed something that made his blood boil. A burning rage traveled his body as he struggled to retain his usually bored expression. His fists clenched tighter by the second, indebting red curved arches on the large palms of his hands.
Robert, in a moment of casual camaraderie, gave takemichi a friendly hug. His eyes narrowed in uncontrollable fury. His aura darkened.
