Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Dr. Fujimoto - 11

Hazel eyes stared into (e/c) ones. (E/c) ones stared back.

Dr. Kisaku Haitani straightened and pulled his notepad closer, pen at the ready.

"So this will be our... tenth session, Y/n. I was hoping we could switch gears today. Instead of going through the usual band of questions, I was wondering if I could talk to you about Miss Misani. It seems, after all, most prudent to."

Kisaku created the perfect illusion of a doctor completely detached from their patient. He was nothing more than an unbiased, objective observer.

"We already talked about Misani," Y/n stated, bored; eyes flat.

A muscle in Kisaku's cheek twitched. "I will simply ask this pointblank then. Since you consider yourself honest in all of our sessions; you admitted to not harming Dr. Misani, which the original accusation now has been disproven enough for reasonable doubt. She, herself, after all verbally admitted to her being responsible for her injuries that day. However, I noticed that you clearly admitted to harming Dr. Fujimoto."

Y/n felt no motivation to speak. The doctor was only stating facts. There had been no question; only an implied one.

Kisaku allowed the pause for all of two seconds before he was crossing one ankle over the other and continuing, "Were you responsible for Dr. Fujimoto's injuries that day?"

"Yes, I clearly bit that man's throat out," Y/n stated.

"And what provoked such a violent reaction?" the brunette leaned back in his chair, an air of nonchalance exuding from him.

"Fujimoto was..." the (h/c) boy finally averted his eyes from Kisaku's, "doing things I did not agree with."

"Doing things you did not agree with," Kisaku mouthed. "I assume these 'things' were in relation to the treatment plan no one seems to want to inform me of?"

"You assume correctly," Y/n murmured.

Does not deny the truth when asked pointblank, Kisaku wrote on his notepad. "Since you will not inform me of what these treatments were, I will be speaking with the man directly as soon as I get in contact with him."

Y/n's expression morphed, blankness folding into nonexistence as the lines of his stonelike face drew frigid. "You're going to contact Fujimoto? Ask him about my treatment?" The (h/c) boy snorted derisively. "Fujimoto is not like Misani. He. Will lie. He already illegally omitted his information from my files. He is not a man of ethics, Haitani. He is the wrong man to go to if you want the truth of what happened."

Strong negative feelings surrounding past practitioner, Kisaku noted.

Y/n put an exasperated hand to his forehead. "This is warning," he sighed. "One you should heed. My feelings notwithstanding."

"Y/n why don't you tell me your version of what happened then?"

"Why, so you can compare my story with his? No," Y/n denied him, arms briefly flexing in their binds. "It would be a waste of my time. It would be my word against his and that has not really worked in my favor before."

"What do you mean by that?" Kisaku asked, assuming the (h/c) patient referred to his claims of innocence regarding Misani.

"It's funny," Y/n laughed. "No one ever mentions the police found two people with the victims' bodies." Kisaku's eyes widened. This was decidedly not referring to the situation with Misani. This was quite clearly referring to his case; his murders; the core of the reason Y/n was even in here. "It wasn't just me, doctor," the (h/c) boy continued, oblivious to the scrutiny he was now under. "(S/b) was there too. (S/b) was there too," he chanted under his breath. "But we all forget about that? Tell me," Y/n glanced up, "did you even know that before I told you? Did you know that (S/b) was there? Right there. With me. Slathered in blood."