Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Appetite - 6

"This will be the third day in a row," Daichi's tired voice echoed in the moderately quiet cafeteria.

Y/n mindlessly pushed grape tomatoes around with his designated plastic spork. Eventually five little red fruits shaped themselves into a smiley face. One push of his spork and it turned into a frown. A few more prods and they made a circle.

A sigh sounded to his left, "You need to eat."

Y/n exhaled hotly, "I will eat when I am hungry."

A loud, betraying yowl erupted from the (h/c) boy's stomach. A potent silence fell between the orderly and the patient.

"I will eat when I have an appetite," Y/n corrected, continuing to push around the food on his tray.

"I will report you and you will end up in the medical ward again, Y/n. Can you handle another five-month suicide watch?"

Y/n grimaced, eyes lowering to what constituted as breakfast here.

"Just a few bites," Daichi encouraged.

Y/n stabbed a tomato, brought it up to inspect it, and promptly shuddered. "No."

It dropped a moment later, clattering on his tray. Y/n sighed and rested his head on his arm.

"Will you eat at lunch at least?"

"Why, what's being served at lunch?"

"Side salad," Daichi only said the most enticing food item. Salads were the only thing he ever saw Y/n eat.

"I don't suppose dressing will be an option?"

"No, of course not," the orderly pulled a face. "It never has been."

Y/n hummed, looking up toward the wall of windows. "I know."

"Y/n L/n."

Y/n perked up, whipping his head around to see an uncommon sight: one of the doctors here, in the cafeteria. Of course, it was Y/n's doctor.

"Haitani," the (h/c) boy gave Daichi an assessing look. The orderly was rightly gob smacked.

"Hello," Kisaku smiled at Y/n before sitting down on the boy's other side. He didn't leave a space between them like Daichi did. Hazel eyes slid to Y/n's untouched tray. "Not feeling hungry?"

In a rare show of misery, Y/n blandly said, "Am I ever?"

"A bite, at the very least. Then, I don't have to report you as not eating. I can just say eating very little," Daichi spoke up before nodding to Kisaku. "Morning, doctor."

"Morning," Kisaku returned politely.

"How many times have we been over this, Daichi?" Y/n gazed at his breakfast. "Just. Report me."

"Why aren't you eating, Y/n?" Kisaku expectedly asked.

"Why would a hungry person not eat the food in front of them, Haitani?" Y/n murmured the rhetoric question.

"Emotional distress?"

"What?" Y/n gave the man a sharp look. "No. ...No, of course not. It is because the food is," Y/n's expression turned mildly disgusted, "unappetizing."

Daichi rolled his eyes over the (h/c) boy's head.

"Don't roll your eyes, Daichi," Y/n called him out on it, not even glancing up.

The orderly paled slightly at being caught.

Y/n gave the food one last considering look before he physically pushed the tray away. "So tell me, doctor," (e/c) eyes found hazel ones, "why are you here?"

"I only wanted to speak with you," the doctor said, perfectly cryptic.

"Uh-huh," Y/n hummed, "and how was coffee with Sayori?"

Suddenly, Kisaku's knee hit the table's support. "Excuse me?"

Y/n rose a brow at the man's behavior, "I told her to take you out to a coffee place. She did, didn't she?"

Kisaku fumbled for a moment, "Uh, yes, she did. I didn't realize you two had spoken?"

Kisaku honestly wasn't sure if he should find Y/n's knowledge of his schedule alarming or not. The (h/c) boy spoke of it casually — there were no hidden meanings or leers. It was just... conversation. And had the query come from anyone else, the doctor would've regarded it as such.

But this was Y/n.

"Indeed," Y/n's brows jumped in acknowledgement. "She comes around every Friday while I am conveniently restrained to my own bed as the orderlies complete their weekly inspection."

Kisaku digested that information with a sudden amusement. Yesterday, Sayori had spoken confidently of her relationship with Y/n... but clearly, if she waited until the other boy was in such a state to speak with him, she had a healthy amount of caution.

Kisaku relaxed slightly. Perhaps... all this is, is conversation.

"...She told me she does you favors."

One side of Y/n's lips hiked up, an oddly charming expression. He reached behind himself and pulled out a folded piece of paper from the hem of his pants. He held it between his index and middle fingers before gesturing for Kisaku to take it.

The doctor did, staring at the curious little paper. He unfolded it and inhaled sharply. A charcoal drawing of a woman screaming met his eyes.

"This is very good."

Y/n seemed taken aback by the compliment before his impassive mask overtook his face once more. "Well, I was (already good/decent/absolutely horrible). I've had a terrible amount of time to hone my skill here."

Kisaku inspected the drawing further. "Who is it?" His thumb lightly traced the woman's overstretched lips.

"My mom," Y/n hummed, small smile on his face.

Hazel eyes looked up. He was unable to read Y/n. The (h/c) boy almost seemed fond; wistful. But fond of what? The subject? His mom? Or the fact she was depicted with such terror? Did Y/n feel a high when he killed her? Did he seek to relive that high or keep a reminder of it through these drawings?

Kisaku didn't know. Not yet. However, he could figure it out.

"Do you... ever miss her?"

"This is one of those questions where I should lie," Y/n only said, smile now wide on his face.

Kisaku inhaled, "What would be the lie?"

The smile on Y/n's face softened around the edges. He didn't answer. (E/c) eyes only strayed to the meager amount of sunlight that bled through the windows.

Kisaku followed his shift in attention. It was mesmerizing. Not the sunlight, but the way (e/c) eyes seemed to worship it.

Y/n misses the outside; the sunlight.

Y/n is capable of missing something.