Daichi sighed. He was another orderly employed at the sanitarium. Another one who was often around their most dangerous resident. However, unlike everyone else, this daytime-shift worker was not intimidated in the slightest by the (h/c) boy.
Mostly because he had dealt with him too many times.
"Y/n please eat more or I am going to be forced to write you up again. You know the hospital take things like starving yourself seriously. They will put you back in the medical ward if you lose any more weight."
The (h/c) boy in question was merely poking a plastic spork at a lump of soft bread. All of the patients of the sanitarium were in the cafeteria partaking in their scheduled morning meal. Only three were allowed to each table, no one could sit right next to each other, and everyone's eating and utensils were monitored at all times. Y/n was the exception to this rule for two things: no one was allowed to sit at a table with him and additionally (obviously) no one was allowed to sit next to him.
Other than the orderly, Daichi.
"You know," Y/n's bland voice sounded, "if they just gave me salad dressing, I'd eat more."
Daichi rubbed his bushy brow with his thumb, entirely exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell you this, Y/n? The cafeteria does not have salad dressing — for anyone. They don't have it in stock."
"What?" Y/n said, distant eyes returning to the present. "Huh? Oh... Yeah, I'm not trying to starve myself. I'm hungry..." (E/c) eyes looked down at the unappetizing lump of food stuff on his plastic tray. "...However, every time I look down at this food that horrible gnawing hunger just — POOF — goes away... Mysteriously disappears. Ha-ha."
Daichi suppressed another sigh, "Eat more or I'll have to report you not eating again."
Unconcerned (e/c) eyes regarded Daichi blasély. "You go ahead and do that." He pushed his food around a little more before setting his spork down, refusing to touch it further. "Am I getting an hour of exercise time today?"
Bland eyes traveled over to the double-pained plexiglass floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the back wall of the cafeteria. Y/n would almost think adding windows to a place like this was generous... until one accounted for the fact the only view allowed was a paved yard and grey walls.
He couldn't even see the sky. Weak sunlight graced the white tiles just before the windows, but that was it. The only slice of outside Y/n ever got to see.
Was it really so terrible he no longer had an appetite?
"Not if you don't eat," Daichi bargained.
That earned him an unimpressed look, "You can't bargain with me, Daichi. You of all people should know that."
A cold feeling erupted in Daichi's stomach. He did know that. That was one scary thing about Y/n. If he wanted to do something, he would and nothing — no one — could stop him. He couldn't be bargained with, manipulated, consoled — no.
The (h/c) boy exhaled, "I guess I'll be spending another boring day in my room. Am I allowed paper or charcoal sticks yet?"
"No." Daichi had heard from Chujiro about the "drawing on the walls" incident the other day. "Besides, I think you have a session with your new doctor today."
Y/n looked even less hungry at that. "Oh, do you know who it is?"
"No, sorry. Some newcomer, I think. From Ichiri University."
A soft breath was expelled from Y/n's nostrils. It could almost be seen as a sign of relief. "It isn't Sayori?"
Daichi raised a brow, "No, it isn't."
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Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)
Random[Male x Male] Y/n L/n is the most infamous resident of Rosemary Sanitarium, an inpatient hospital for the violently insane. He went to trial for five murders, pled the insanity defense, and now sits in glass box for doctors gawk at day in and day ou...
