Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Outside White Walls - 7

There was exposed piping in the ceiling of Y/n's room. Five, relatively thin, copper pipes shown shockingly shiny against the white, crusted ceiling mesh. Copper was typically high-dollar piping material used for plumbing. Y/n imagined it went to the toilet in his cell. (E/c) eyes traveled from the pipes to the latrine. There were no exposed copper pipes by the stainless-steel toilet bowl.

A hum ripped through Y/n's dry throat. He was laying on his bed, face up with his hands resting just beneath the jut of his last rib. He drummed one set of (s/c) fingers against the other hand. Closing his eyes, he attempted to visualize where precisely the piping would be based on its exposed location on the ceiling and the respective position of the toilet.

For if he could, he'd know where a weak spot in the wall was. One couldn't, after all, have pipes going through pure concrete.

His hum turned into the distant notes of a song he had long since forgotten. So focused Y/n became that he did not notice his company until the final step. The bottom of a dress shoe dragged ever so slightly against the sterile tile.

Y/n lazily propped himself on an elbow to greet the doctor, "Haitani."

The side of the doctor's lip upturned, "Hello, Y/n."

"Is it time for another session?"

"Something like that," the man smiled. (E/c) eyes narrowed.

Y/n sat up fully, setting his suspicious stare on Kisaku, "Something like a session?"

"Well," the man stepped up to buzz himself in — Y/n had become accustomed to this man's casual disregard for common sense — continuing with, "I will be pursuing what we spoke about the last time but," a ghost of a smile touched his thin lips, "with a slight change in scenery."

The line of Y/n's shoulders tensed, which caused the doctor to pause. "You mean we're not meeting in your office?" Something sharp lingered just beneath the surface of the (h/c) boy's question.

"You'll simply have to see, Y/n," Kisaku said cheerily.

(E/c) eyes trailed off the man, "Where are the orderlies?"

"I have no need of them. I think I can apply this straightjacket to you myself."

Y/n gave the man a long look before he shifted his gaze to the jacket the man suddenly produced. It had been neatly folded, the unscented scent of this sanitarium's detergent lingering in the air.

"Whatever," Y/n averted his eyes.

Taking that as the go ahead, Kisaku approached Y/n's bed with slow, measured steps. Truthfully, he had been unsure about this — just this. He did not want Y/n to associate him with imprisonment. However, he felt it was more important to show Y/n could not intimidate him. It was a powerplay. One Kisaku wasn't certain Y/n would understand.

Yet, one accidental glance between the two had the trepidation in Kisaku's stomach erupt in a swarm of butterflies. Y/n was entirely aware of exactly what he was trying to pull — and the (h/c) boy was planning to let Kisaku do it all the same.

"Come, doctor," lips pulled back into a smile full of teeth. Kisaku's eyes involuntarily flicked over to Y/n's white canines, the tips of the teeth pressing ever so slightly against a full bottom lip. "I promise not to bite."

An unfamiliar thrill shot down Kisaku's spine. He stared, rendered speechless by the strange feeling suddenly being evoked in him. Then, he reminded himself of what precisely he was doing before he took a sudden seat down on the bed beside Y/n.

The boy only continued to smile at him. While it appeared innocent, the heavy atmosphere that swirled around it nearly made it seem predatory.

It was oddly exhilarating to be the target of such a smile. With fingers that trembled so minutely the human eye could not catch it, Kisaku reached around Y/n and began restraining the (h/c) patient.

All through it, there was Y/n's smile and his (e/c) eyes. Such eyes had been darkened by the shadow Kisaku's close form cast in them.

When the doctor was finished, he quickly stood and cleared his throat, effectively breaking the odd atmosphere that had befallen them.

"Well," he flourished a hand, "come on, Y/n."

The smile had waned into a grin, "Not going to muzzle me, doctor?"

Hazel eyes dropped from (e/c) ones, settling on Y/n's mouth. "No," Kisaku swallowed thickly. His eyes darted up again, "I don't think that is necessary; do you?"

"No," Y/n agreed before standing.

They left Ward X together, and as they walked down the wide, white corridors, Kisaku could not help the thought he had lost. What he lost, he had no idea; it was just lost the second Y/n smiled. Something was lost.

"So, where are we going?" Y/n eventually asked, not recognizing this part of the sanitarium. Haitani had been unnaturally quiet during their trek.

"Like I said before, you will have to wait and see."

Y/n gave the man a side look. He had been behaving peculiarly ever since Y/n had teased him. Maybe he is more afraid of me than I thought...? The (h/c) boy shrugged the thoughts away. It was unimportant.

What was important — Y/n flinched as a hand clamped around his arm. He shot Haitani an alarmed look.

"This way," the man nodded to a set of double doors.

But the reason why Y/n's breath hitched was not because it was a set of nondescript double doors nor was it because the doctor's hand on his arm alarmed him. The air evaporated in the (h/c) boy's lungs because the two, square windows that were cut into the doors displayed one thing: sunlight.

Which meant that these doors — these doors in particular — led to the outside.

He gave Kisaku a sharp, uncertain look, "What...? These doors? I don't — I'm not..." Y/n swallowed. "I'm not allowed outside."

"Then," the grip on his arm became a tad tighter as Kisaku pulled him closer, "let this be our little secret, Y/n."

Y/n looked from the windows to the finger Kisaku pressed playfully against his lips.

"Shh," he gestured at Y/n.

The (h/c) boy fumbled for words, "I — you can't be serious. Am I...? Are you...?" Y/n's brows furrowed, "Are you really taking me outside?"

"Yes, Y/n," Kisaku pulled him along, feeling the second Y/n's breath hitched again as he pressed his badge against the security scan.

Y/n didn't even notice Kisaku's grip leave him as the doors opened. He stumbled out into the sunlight on his own. His eyes fell shut immediately, soaking the warmth that baked his flesh.

"Ahh," he released a satisfied sigh. "I had forgotten what this felt like. It's so warm."

Kisaku watched Y/n bask in the sunlight, finding the sight utterly captivating. The boy stood, head tilted back, the (s/c) column of his throat bared to catch the light. The sheer expression of alleviation obliviated any fear Kisaku might've had toward the (h/c) boy.

Because sunlight, something so simple, erased the monster the boy was beneath cold artificial light and sterile surroundings. Y/n's monstrosity was eliminated —

Kisaku's thoughts halted.

His breath came to a standstill.

What... was he thinking? What precisely were his thoughts trying to say...?

That maybe, just maybe, the boy was a product of his surroundings. Maybe any bizarre behavior was merely a product of his sentence here at the sanitarium.

But the evidence around his trial had been airtight. There was no doubt to anyone involved that Y/n killed five people...

And yet...

Y/n was smiling in the sunlight.

"I missed this," the (h/c) boy said, no small amount of longing in his voice.

Once again, Kisaku felt lost. He had only brought Y/n out here as a favor.

And a favor it was. Y/n appeared liberated in the golden light.

So... what was this emotion Kisaku was suddenly feeling? It felt strangely akin to something being knocked out of its proper place.