Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Rosemary Sanitarium - 2

An orderly dressed in white was bent over, scrubbing the latest macabre charcoal drawing off the wall. It depicted a person's face, hands clutching their head, as they screamed in agony.

"That's me," a bland voice sounded, "when the lunch lady refuses to give me salad dressing."

Chujiro's brows furrowed as he scrubbed at the drawing harder. The charcoal was smudging, horrified inked eyes rubbing off into nonexistence.

"The sanitarium doesn't have salad dressing," the orderly replied, confused.

Chujiro would never admit it, but there was something petrifying about being in this boy's cell, scrubbing gruesome images off the walls. The twenty-four-year-old was the only one actually brave enough to do so. What was even more unsettling was how normal the boy always acted around Chujiro.

"Sometimes..." Y/n went on, voice flat despite his current situation (straightjacketed and bound to his bed by firm leather straps; a muzzle secured over his mouth), "...I forget where I am. It's like..."

Chujiro moved onto the drawing's wailing mouth. He could feel the pure and raw terror the subject of the mere drawing exhibited. The orderly wondered, in the darkest parts of his mind, if this was how L/n's victims appeared before he murdered them...

"...waking up from a dream. Back home, in (y/a), there was always the option for salad dressing. Now, I wake up here and the dream is gone... but this place, this one, feels like the dream. This..." (E/c) eyes slid downwards, inspecting the binds that held him, "...doesn't feel real. I know though, if I move, I'll feel these binds suffocate me."

The drawing was nearly cleaned off the wall; Chujiro's heart was beating a mile a minute.

"It is... fascinating really."

The orderly finished, replacing the rag and bucket back onto the mobile cleaning cart. He didn't hesitate to quickly exit the boy's cell, leaving nothing but clean walls and a restrained Y/n L/n.

Something about that boy... terrified Chujiro to his very core.

Doctor Saya Sayori watched the orderly finish cleaning Y/n L/n's room; she was also there to watch him practically flee from the scene. The boy had been speaking too lowly for her to catch what he had been saying to the orderly but considering how pale Chujiro was when he rushed out, she didn't think it was a particularly rosy topic of discussion.

While Y/n was still securely restrained, Saya took the opportunity to speak with him. She wasn't his doctor — had actually never been assigned to him — but she worked in the sanitarium for other patients and out of everyone, she believed she was the closest to getting to the bottom of the L/n mystery. She certainly spoke with him the most.

As she entered the white, white room with its thin white sheets, single bed (and the single bound occupant on that bed) she smiled.

"Hello Y/n how are you feeling today?"

"I'll reserve my answer for when Aso bothers to schedule another session with me," Y/n muttered, indifferent.

"Ah~" Saya smiled wider. "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I saw Aso packing his office up yesterday! What a shame~"

A minute grimace rippled through the boy's normally unreadable expression. "Don't tell me you've finally been assigned to me?"

Lipstick-stained lips curled up, "It's only a matter of time. The director hasn't announced who your new doctor will be but considering the hours I've put into you, it'll probably be me. Now, won't that be fun~?"

"No," Y/n cut off.

Saya bit her bottom lip in frustrated, "Well," she plastered a smile onto her face, "let's just see how things go, huh? — And I'll see you next week, as a patient of mine."

Inscrutable (e/c) eyes watched the woman as she made an exit.

So... he thought morbidly, another one bites the dust?

Aso was packing his things and leaving the sanitarium. Another psychiatrist gone; another one to come in.

Y/n would be lying if he said he wasn't tired. New doctors meant the same old questions, same old medications, and the same old treatments.

Y/n was... very tired. Tired of it all.

(E/c) eyes closed.

Kisaku stood before the tall, box-shaped building. Imposing chain-link fences topped with barbwire wrapped three times around it, each one ending with a single gate in and a single gate out. Rosemary Sanitarium... did not house anyone you wanted to have escape into society. Kisaku, slightly intimidated, swallowed back the lump in his throat.

His stomach was a mess of excitement and anxiety. He had skipped breakfast and eagerly followed Dr. Aso down to the sanitarium in his car. The older man was currently waving Kisaku over to the front entrance.

Kisaku obliged, not taking his eyes off the building before him. One of these rooms... occupied Y/n L/n.

His new patient. Kisaku could hardly believe it. He never thought he was going to receive an opportunity like this one. Yet, here he was, being led into the whitewashed building by a cheerful Dr. Aso.

"Come, come," the man ushered him inside the front entrance hall. In it, was a waiting room, a front desk always attended by at least three orderlies, and several double doors that could only be electronically opened by the press of an authorized badge.

Aso led them further into the complex with no issues.

"My office is through this hallway and to the left. Feel free to use it while you're here. I already cleaned my things out." Kisaku took in the sparsely decorated office with the same shock he took everything else in. "Also, here is your badge. I've already talked to Miname, the director, about your new posting. He's given you free reign to give whatever treatment you think is necessary to 'help' L/n."

Kisaku, slightly punched-out, said lamely, "Alright... thank you for this again, Dr. Aso. This is... an opportunity unlike any other..."

Aso smiled good-naturedly, "Ha, that's what I thought too! But the kid is just uncrackable. You'll see that soon enough for yourself."

They spoke a little more before Aso took his leave with a backward;

"Have fun with your new patient. I believe this will be a great learning experience for you. Also, don't forget to send me weekly updates. Goodbye now!"

As the door shut behind Aso, Kisaku once again found himself collapsing in a chair. He detachedly thumbed the new badge hanging around his neck.

"Kisaku Haitani - Granted Access > All Quadrants" it read just beneath his photo.

This was... he flipped the badge over, finding the magnetic strip that would allow him access literally anywhere in the sanitarium.

...Unbelievable.