Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Partial Truth - 16

Y/n L/n was unconcerned. He laid upon his twin-size bed, built to be suicide-proof (the sheets would tear easy should one attempt to hang themselves, the corners were rounded with plastic nubs, and no parts of the structure were detachable by design), and he was lax. Ankles crossed, left foot bobbing up and down to a rhythm only he knew, and eyes half-lidded.

So Kisaku was going after (S/b), was he? What did that matter to Y/n? This was no cause for concern. Though the truth rested with his sibling, Y/n knew (S/b), and they would never breathe a word of it. However...

If (S/b) suspected someone might finally uncover the truth — the real, foul truth —

Y/n's thoughts hiccupped, a flush of red-hot exhilaration and anger strangling his chest.

Well, the (h/c) boy smiled pleasantly, they may not be so stable.

Because say what you want, but (S/b) was a murderer.

And they'd murder Kisaku too, if (S/b) thought he suspected them.

Y/n L/n was largely unconcerned. Tapping his fingers along his stomach, he grinned. For he had, after all, found the piping in the wall.

In their next scheduled session, Kisaku found himself looking over his notepad at the (h/c) boy. A curious furrow was present between the doctor's brows.

Y/n is exhibiting a positive attitude, he jotted down, clicking the pen open.

"Aren't I?" Y/n smiled reading the man's hand movements upside down without difficulty.

"Yes, Y/n. Can I ask you the source of your good mood this week?"

"You, of course," Y/n's voice dropped an octave.

Kisaku blinked. And blinked again, "I'm sorry? Me?"

"Yes, you."

The doctor's mind stuttered over that admission. Suddenly, the back of his neck flamed to life, the ghost of warm fingers lightly clinging to his skin. Y/n had touched him — Kisaku straightened abruptly, knocking his knee against the lowest drawer of his desk.

Y/n perked up at the sound.

"I don't know how I could be the source of your good mood?" Kisaku questioned, regaining some modicum of control.

Y/n was silent for a moment. Bright (e/c) eyes slipped from Kisaku's eyes — lower then — before flicking back up.

"Well, let's see..." the (h/c) boy gave a close-eyed smile as he raised a finger, "you believed me about Misani, Fujimoto too, and... now you're..." Y/n trailed off curiously, eyes reopening. "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm simply... overjoyed, doctor."

Kisaku hesitated, straightening in his chair slightly. "Actually, Y/n, I was wondering if you could tell me why so many of your past doctors resigned? From the records they left behind, there was no..." the doctor paused in search of the right word.

"No reason why they should have?" Y/n finished with a knowing, patient smile.

"Essentially."

The (h/c) boy nodded once. "They were... scared. Some of them launched right into it, asking me about the murders — and they resigned within the week..."

"And if I asked you directly about the murders?" Kisaku hedged with bated breath.

Y/n leaned back, smile dimming, "You're going to have to be more specific than that, doctor."

"What happened? Walk me through the day — when was — when was the first victim killed? Sato? That was the boy's name wasn't it?" The nib of Kisaku's pen was pressing urgently against the paper. He couldn't believe he was finally being offered answers.

Y/n's eyes dimmed. "Do you know..." the voice was weak, "that the principal, he... Well, Sato," Y/n smirked, "we all know who Sato was, of course..." At Kisaku's uncomprehending stare, the (h/c) boy furrowed his brows, "Sato is the vice principal's son — or was, I mean."

There was a suspended moment of silence.

"...That wasn't in the record, was it?"

"No," Kisaku hardly breathed, ink blooming out in a giant ugly blue blob on the pad below. The doctor remained unaware of it entirely.

"Sato... had his son's records deleted from the school's system. Do you what his son did, doctor?" Y/n's eyes had widened. They were large, round, and haunted. "He had a record of bullying students — and do you know who he repeatedly bullied?"

"Sato... was in my (brother's/sister's) class..." Y/n was mumbling under his breath now, saying his words like a chant. "So were the others, and the others, well, they were... Sato's friends. The reason they're dead shouldn't be hard to put together."

"I guess it's my fault — partially. Maybe if I had acted sooner, (S/b) wouldn't have..." Y/n went quiet. (E/c) eyes met Kisaku's, "You're not recording this, are you doctor? I don't... I am happy enough here. I am... alive here. In the sanitarium. I don't want to... I don't want anything to change if I, for once, tell the truth..."

(E/c) eyes peered up through thick lashes. The slight pleading look on Y/n's face loosened something in Kisaku's professional demeanor.

"No, Y/n," Kisaku's chest rose and fell too quickly. "Don't worry about a thing. Everything between us stays confidential."

Then Kisaku coughed, and crossed one leg over the other, "Now, please. Continue."

Dry lips pulled up at the ends; the look's in Y/n's eyes flirted mischievousness, "But, doctor, our hour is up."

Kisaku's expression fell as he caught sight of the time on his watch. "Well, we can extend this session for just a few moments —" he sputtered in a hurry.

Y/n replied, calmly, "Oh, I don't think so, doctor. I don't want to miss lunch, after all."

"Well, I —" but the second Kisaku attempted to fire out an excuse, the nib of his pen tore a whole through the paper; ink splattered onto the next several pages. It caught both of the males' attention.

Kisaku glanced up to meet twinkling (e/c) eyes. The doctor nearly felt like the (h/c) boy was laughing at him, but Y/n's face remained blank.

The boy quirked his head, "Doctor?"

"I will — I will escort you back..." Kisaku said hollowly, scrambling to replace his pad and pen; he kept it in the top drawer of his desk.

"Thank you, doctor."

Y/n stood with a smile, the cloth of his straightjacket hugging him tightly.

Insane, the image should've said.

Enthralling, Kisaku interpreted it.