Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Understanding - Bonus Chapter

Kisaku felt like he was close to hyperventilating. The way dark, dark (e/c) eyes bore into his, knowing from the very beginning what Kisaku had thought of him.

Maybe this was how everyone else felt in Y/n's presence. Maybe this was why they were afraid. Because Y/n... it did feel like the boy was looking right through him.

"Were you lying? About anything?" Kisaku asked.

Very slowly, almost hypnotizingly, Y/n shook his head. (E/c) eyes never left his.

"How did you kill them? How did you kill your victims?"

Y/n's lips upturned, the barest hint of a grin. The boy slowly shook his head again.

"What?" Kisaku desperately asked. "What does that mean?"

The (h/c) boy only broadened his smile.

"It's late, doctor. You should get some sleep."

The last thing Kisaku wanted to do was leave. And his own vehemence frightened him. The doctor suddenly drew back, almost to the opposite white wall at his back. Why had he rushed here in the middle of the night? The sensible thing to do would've been to bring it up in their next scheduled session. The young doctor ran a hand through his dark locks.

What was...? What was happening to him? Why was he here... in the middle of the night... harassing the guards to turn the lights on... so he could speak to Y/n?

Why was he here at all?

A small sense of doom settled in the pit of Kisaku's stomach. Was Y/n manipulating him? Was he already emotionally compromised?

Drawing further away from the (h/c) boy, Kisaku found his eyes still locked on amused (e/c) ones.

Then cracked lips pulled back into a full-blown smile. One that slowly turned into a deep, guttural laugh that spawned from the base of Y/n's throat.

"Why do you look so frightened now? You just learned I didn't harm Miss Misani. Shouldn't you be feeling safer with me now? More... cozier?" The laugh became a pitch louder. "She certainly felt comfortable around me after a few months."

Too comfortable, Kisaku thought, remembering how she had referred to Y/n of all people as a friend.

As if he read the doctor's mind, Y/n ceased laughing and merely said, "I am a wonderful listener."

"I will see you... tomorrow, Y/n," Kisaku spoke haltingly.

"I'll be waiting here."

Amused (e/c) eyes followed Kisaku until he left Ward X.

Kisaku did not hesitate to leave the building at once. He barely registered Sayori at the front entrance, waiting for the weather to calm down.

"Hello Kisaku. Burning the midnight oil?" the woman asked jovially. "I have an extra umbrella..."

She trailed off when Kisaku didn't even pause, heading straight into the weather, not reacting at all to the cold rain pelting his face.

What's wrong with him? She brushed it off, content to wait until the weather eased a bit before she went to her car.

Meanwhile, Kisaku got in his car and peeled out of the lot, only complying with the security checkpoints before he hightailed it out of there.

When he reached his apartment, he dropped the file with Misani's report and resignation letter at the mail table by his front door. He trudged into his living area and collapsed onto the couch.

He needed to take a step back from all of this. He needed to take a breath and detach himself from the situation. He needed to be an outsider looking in.

Kisaku was only supposed to observe, diagnose, and treat after all. He didn't need to be involving himself further than that.

Had he been involving himself too much? It was hard to tell. Y/n was a complex case. Kisaku knew he crossed a faint line when he visited Y/n tonight. He said things he should not have.

So what if Y/n hadn't been lying about a single incident? What about the murders? The initial crime that had him put in that sanitarium in the first place? Why was Kisaku so rattled by this development?

Because Y/n was right.

I did think he was exhibiting Machiavellianism behaviors.

And Y/n had called him out on it. With no hesitation. Kisaku was the one scrambling for information while Y/n seemed to follow his thoughts seamlessly. Like Kisaku was no mystery for the (h/c) boy to deduce.

That was it.

Why did that bother Kisaku? Why did it matter that Y/n was clearly adept at reading people? It was a common trait amongst...

It bothered him. That Kisaku was not a challenge to Y/n like Y/n was a challenge for him. However, Kisaku didn't take Y/n on as a patient to play these stupid games with. He took Y/n on as a patience because —

He was bored.

— hazel eyes snapped open. That wasn't the reason he was intending to admit.

It was true though, wasn't it? Kisaku had not been bored a single moment since taking on Y/n's case. But that isn't the point...

Kisaku gave an aggravated sigh. At the end of the day, I just need to figure out what makes Y/n tick...