Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Doctor Saya Sayori - 5

It was Friday, and every Friday was Y/n's weekly cell inspection. The (h/c) boy was restrained by a muzzle, a straightjacket, and the binds around his bed while usually three orderlies went through his room from top to bottom.

Being restrained as he was, and not in the company of his doctor or the director, Y/n knew this was a prime time for a certain rat to make her appearance.

And appear she did.

Without looking up, without even opening his eyes, Y/n listened to the sounds beyond the shuffling of the orderlies inspection and heard her immaculate little heels click against the tile. When they ceased their clicking, Y/n mildly said, "The world is a very predictable place, Sayori."

"It really is," she agreed. "I talked to the director. After the new one leaves, he'll let me have my chance to make a breakthrough with you."

A muscle in Y/n's jaw twitched. "Is that so?"

"Yep," she smacked her lips. "So, I guess we'll be seeing each other more often soon."

Y/n did not answer her. Winning psychological games with Sayori was not difficult. Again, it was a matter of knowing when to be silent and when to be flatly taunting. Y/n could nearly feel her, buzzing on the edge, waiting for Y/n's response.

When she didn't receive it, she would show the rest of her hand, "Oh, and something else, Y/n."

Right on cue.

"Hmm?"

"I had you approved for paper and charcoal again. You're welcome."

(E/c) eyes opened to stare at the white ceiling above them. A smirk curled Y/n's lips. "How generous of you."

Sayori did have one use. She would do a lot of little favors to get on someone's good side. This was not the first time Sayori had gotten Y/n approved for an activity or materials.

"Oh, yes, I'm a bleeding heart," they both shared a secret amusement at that comment. Sayori continued, "I might ask that doctor of yours to lunch. Feel him out. See how long he'll last in the dog pit with you."

"I suggest a coffee place," Y/n tempered.

"Have me admitted immediately. I'm thinking of taking that advice."

A snort ripped itself out of Y/n before he could suppress it.

Sayori teased, "I knew some of my humor would get to you eventually."

Y/n hummed but said nothing more. Another good thing about Sayori... She has a sense of humor. So, at the very least, when she orders my lobotomy procedure, we'll both be having a good laugh about it.

When the inspection was finished, Y/n was released, and three little sticks of charcoal sat on a wide piece of paper. Right on his desk. He smiled at it in the solitude of his room.

Kisaku didn't feel that the invitation out to lunch was unwelcome per say, but maybe he thought perhaps it was a little... unproductive. However, he didn't want to be rude and agreed for a coffee with his colleague, a woman who had introduced herself as Dr. Sayori. Apparently, she worked full time at the sanitarium.

She had suggested a coffee joint twenty minutes out from the facility. As the two sat down with their purchases (latte and muffin for Sayori; wrap and black coffee for Kisaku), Sayori took the lead in the conversation.

"I was surprised at first to see a new face at the sanitarium. You see, I had been selected to oversee Y/n L/n's care after Dr. Aso. However, the director explained the situation to me and I just want to say that if you ever need help or someone to bounce ideas off of, I'm here." Sayori plucked a complimentary sugar packet off the rack on their corner table. She ripped the top off and stirred the additional carbohydrates into her drink. "Although, I've never had L/n as a patient of mine officially, I have no doubt spoken with the boy the most. I bet I could provide you with some much-needed insights."

Kisaku grinned, unwrapping his meal. "Understandable; if I worked here, I don't think I could've stayed away either. Sorry to say," he continued, glancing down at his lunch burrito, "but I really have no intention of abandoning Y/n's case. I can't imagine a reason anyone would."

Sayori smirked down at her muffin as she peeled its wrapper off, not threatened in the slightest. "I believe having your face cut up or your neck bit off are pretty sound reasons to resign."

Kisaku disagreed with a soft shake of his head. "Would you resign if he harmed you?"

The woman's smirk widened before lipstick painted lips stained the rim of her foam cup. She sipped her warm latte, savoring the taste. "He wouldn't harm me," she said primly, hugging her drink between her two hands.

"Why is that?" Kisaku queried, brow furrowing.

She smiled, "Because I do Y/n favors. If he does anything to me, all those privileges I give him," she lifted a fist and imitated an explosion, "POOF! It will all go away. He's smart enough to know better than to do that." Sayori returned to her meal.

Kisaku hummed, looking down in contemplation. "That would suggest that Y/n's attacks are premeditated, not impulsive."

"Oh, they were," Sayori smacked her lips. "No doubt about it. Y/n was hateful when he arrived here. Unfortunately, Misani — that was the name of Y/n's first doctor — caught the result of that hostility and Fujimoto, well, nothing needs to be said there, huh?"

"Fujimoto didn't leave records in Y/n's files," Kisaku said and took note of the slight widening of Sayori's eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"There is nothing recorded from Fujimoto's first session to his resignation," he expounded.

Sayori huffed in disbelief, "What? There's nothing? God..." Her eyes flicked over to the window. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. "It must've been worse than I..."

"What?" Kisaku quickly questioned. "What is it? What happened?"

Sayori blinked, her hands fumbling around her pastry. "Nothing, it's just... Well," she gave an uncomfortable shrug, "I don't think Y/n..." her throat bobbed as she swallowed, "...agreed with Fujimoto's method of treatment."

"Well, what was his method of treatment?" Kisaku did not like what he was reading off her body language. Evasive, it read. Unsure.

Her lips flattened to a firm line; she shook her head. "I don't know. All I do know is he needed special approval and that's never a good sign..."

He wanted to question her further, he really did, but Kisaku recognized Sayori likely didn't know enough to satiate his curiosity. The only ones who could do that were Y/n and Fujimoto himself.

Kisaku shifted, calculating gleam lighting up his hazel eyes, "So tell me about these favors you do for Y/n..."