Kisaku removed the straightjacket securing Y/n. He knew he shouldn't have, but it was hard to reprimand himself when all the (h/c) boy did was sit on a bench and eat (f/f). Logically, Kisaku knew this could all be an act. Y/n's gentleness, his harmlessness — it could all be fake. To lure him into a false sense of security — to make the young doctor think Y/n was fine; to make him think the boy was innocent.
Kisaku was aware of the possibility that everything — all of it — was a manipulation. And maybe the doctor was emotionally compromised because he even as he realized this, he also knew he didn't believe it.
There was something so genuine about the joy Y/n displayed at being outside. Such a simple thing. It was easy to tell when Y/n was on guard, hiding his emotional responses. Therefore, it was equally as easy to spot when he was displaying genuine emotions.
Right now? There was only bliss on the teen's face. Y/n, mass murderer of five, was sitting on a bench, eating his favorite food and staring up at the sky like it was divine.
Kisaku just didn't believe it.
No signs of mania, no signs of bipolar disorder, no signs of delusions or hallucinations. No excuse of psychosis such as schizophrenia or schizoaffective. Narcissism: no. Psychopathy? Sociopathy? It was becoming less likely with each passing moment shared between them.
The boy clearly regulated emotions perfectly fine, he displayed no risk-taking behaviors nor did he attempt to embellish his crimes as he admits to performing them. No pride. No egomania.
No lying.
The only time Kisaku had caught the boy in a lie, the boy had reason to: hiding sensitive information. It was in self-protection; not in harmful or malicious manipulation.
So...
What on earth was wrong with Y/n L/n?
Kisaku feared the answer was nothing.
That nothing was wrong with the boy, and the only reason Y/n messed around with his previous doctors was because he needed their skewed diagnoses in order to stay at the sanitarium. In order to stay safe.
Away from (S/b).
(S/b). Because it couldn't be anyone else.
However, Kisaku wouldn't be able to confirm any of this, of course, until he met with (S/b) but he trusted his instincts.
With that, Kisaku took a leisurely seat beside Y/n as the (h/c) boy continued to eat.
"This is delicious," Y/n sighed.
"You're welcome," Kisaku gave the boy a strange look. Y/n only nodded and hummed contently. "I have a pretty good idea what your diagnosis from me is going to be Y/n, but I am missing a piece of the puzzle," the doctor hedged, keeping his eyes firmly on Y/n.
"So close so soon?" Y/n finished and pushed the leftovers aside, reaching back with his (now free) arms to embrace the bench's spine.
Kisaku pointedly did not fixate on the fact approximately two inches was between Y/n's inconspicuously placed hand and his back.
The doctor cleared his throat and shifted away. "I was wondering if you would be open to speaking of your sibling, (S/b)?"
The (h/c) boy snorted and set his eyes on the sky above. "I am in a really good mood. Nice move, Haitani. Ask me when my stomach is full and happy." The boy's voice became increasingly more guarded, "What do you want to know about my (brother/sister)?"
"You two attended the same middle school, didn't you?" Kisaku decided he would start with easy questions.
"Yes."
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Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)
Random[Male x Male] Y/n L/n is the most infamous resident of Rosemary Sanitarium, an inpatient hospital for the violently insane. He went to trial for five murders, pled the insanity defense, and now sits in glass box for doctors gawk at day in and day ou...
