Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Revelations - 12

Fujimoto was a middle-aged man in a doctor's coat. The line of his face was severe and he had hawk-like blue eyes that peered behind rectangular wire-framed spectacles. As he set his tea down on his desk, he waved Kisaku inside his office.

"My intern told me you're Kisaku Haitani?" the man offered no pleasantries and no introductions. The standoffish nature was the first thing Kisaku made a mental note of.

"Yes, hello. I'm here to discuss —"

"My treatment plan for Y/n L/n," the older man cut him off. "Yes, I was made aware," he gave the younger doctor a cold, clinical smile, "now tell me why are you looking for files that were lost several years ago?"

Kisaku hesitated before he took a seat (not that it had been offered). "Well, I would like to have a clear picture of what has worked in the past and what hasn't."

"That's a lie, and a waste of my time," Fujimoto bit, attention turning to his desktop where he began distracting himself with other work (making a point that this discussion was a waste of his well-paid time). "What did Y/n tell you?"

Hazel eyes blinked. "Nothing. Why would you think L/n told me anything?"

With no inflection, Fujimoto responded, "Because this is not the first time psychiatrists have been sniffing around, looking for those exact files. Y/n is trying to take me down on claims of cruel and unusual punishment. It's nothing but rubbish, I assure you."

As Fujimoto leaned forward, adjusting his glasses, to read something on the screen, the collar of his shirt bowed outward. Kisaku caught the barest hints of a raw, pink patch of skin.

A... scar?

From when Y/n bit him...?

It disappeared quickly when the man leaned back.

"So, what did happen between you and Y/n, doctor?"

The man gruffly cleared his throat, "Nothing. I ordered and applied for various treatment methods. All of it was above the board and approved by the state. It's all so far in the past now. I could only reliably name a few."

"Please do," Kisaku leaned forward with a smile. "Any information will help."

"Well, I had the boy on Prozac, I remember that —"

Y/n's glistening (e/c) eyes; mouth moving, "Why... he put me on forty milligrams of Prozac." Kisaku pushed the unbidden image away.

"— and I remember some other, um, I wouldn't say unorthodox methods but definitely uncommon. Like I said, it was so many years ago. I can hardly remember."

Kisaku had doubts. A lot of doubts. On both sides. For Y/n: Fujimoto saying this wasn't the first time someone has investigated this very thing, well that raised doubts that Y/n was telling the truth. Other people had investigated and found nothing amiss? It could be that the (h/c) boy was misleading him on a merry chase to nowhere.

But then again, no one had believed him when Y/n said he didn't hurt Miss Misani (and didn't that still throw Kisaku off).

There was something else. More than Fujimoto's frigid disposition and short, choppy answers. Something else stuck out to Kisaku.

Prozac.

Why were both he and Y/n so comfortable to admit Prozac? If Fujimoto had tried "uncommon methods" to treat Y/n, then wouldn't the man be more likely to remember those over something as abysmal as forty milligrams of Prozac?

Fujimoto was lying.

Wasn't he? It seemed almost... inevitable.

So Kisaku queried, "Y/n told me you ordered him electrotherapy to treat his physical symptoms. Now, is that true?"