Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Friction - Bonus Chapter

Kisaku reawakened to a world viewed from the couch in Sayori's office. The woman herself was present, going through a pile of papers on her desk. When she noted that Kisaku had awakened, she called out.

"How are you feeling?"

Kisaku lifted a hand to his face and groaned. A faint headache had begun pounding just below his temples.

"I'm fine. What happened?" he sat up and glanced around.

The office was mostly professional, full of nothing but necessities — until it came to a framed photo on Sayori's desk. It was of Sayori and a man Kisaku didn't recognize. From the intimacy of their embrace, however, the doctor guessed boyfriend. After all, Sayori didn't wear a ring on her finger.

"Well, I'm not sure myself," Sayori admitted, eyes returning to skimming the papers her hands shuffled leisurely through. "All I know is that you collapsed in Y/n's cell, the boy pressed your panic button — which I have to say," she glanced over her reading glasses, "I am very surprised by. I didn't believe he'd be the one to care at all if one of us died in front of him. Though," she gave a short laugh, "what did that chivalry of his get him except an interrogation by the director and put in isolation down in the basement? I don't even see the point of 'isolation' for someone like Y/n. I mean he's isolated anyway — in Ward X. I guess it's just the suffocating thought of being underground that's punishment enough, huh?"

However, Kisaku had stood up (and swayed a bit) at the mention of Y/n in isolation.

Y/n was again facing punishment for something that had not been the boy's fault. With an anger budding in his heart, Kisaku stormed out of Sayori's office and right to the elevator down to the basement. Kisaku had never been down to the basement before but no matter the obstacles, he would remove Y/n from it.

The boy was not about to be punished for helping Kisaku.

Kisaku furiously pressed the button for the basement several times. As the elevator doors shut, the doctor stared at his warped reflection in the stainless-steel doors. His hair was a mess, his hazel eyes appeared dim and tired, and his clothes were rumpled. He quickly combed his hair with a hand and straightened his coat.

The elevator groaned eerily during its descent. It chimed only once before the doors reopened. Instantly, the damp smell of the underground wafted into Kisaku's nose. He found it rather unpleasant. The basement, unlike the rest of the sanitarium, was nothing but concrete, emergency lights, and large strings of LED beams that buzzed overhead.

It was a rather... creepy place.

And then someone screamed.

"You have to let me out, you have to let me out, you have to let me out," someone mumbled as Kisaku began walking down the corridor. They were likely triggered by the sound of the doctor's footsteps. As Kisaku passed the first barred window, he caught sight of a man's face pressing against them.

"You have to let me out," the man insisted. "Or else Marge will miss me."

Kisaku kept walking, ignoring the faint grunting sounds echoing off the walls. This place was home to nothing but the truly violent and insane. Those who were irreparable. Those who were beyond help.

Such as the vicious necrophiliacs that were creating the most unpleasant cacophony of sounds.

As Kisaku headed further down — he would know Y/n's isolation cell the second he passed it — the disturbing sounds faded.

There was a length of concrete that was dead silent. As Kisaku passed through it and onto the other side, there was the faint murmur of voices.

"What did you do?"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" a cutting voice responded; familiar all the same.

Because it was Y/n's. Kisaku's heart picked up and he walked quicker.

"Until I believe you," the first voice snapped harshly just as Kisaku reached the door. He knocked on it at once.

"What the hell? Chujiro go open the door."

"Yes, sir."

The door opened to reveal two orderlies, the director, and Y/n. Y/n... Whose lip was split, face was bruised, and who had been once again straightjacketed and muzzled.

A sadness hit Kisaku's chest, the breath in his lungs leaving all at once.

"Dr. Haitani? What are you doing here?" the director spoke harshly.

Kisaku sent the man a glare, "Releasing Y/n from this stupidity. He did not do anything. I merely collapsed from exhaustion. Forgive me."

Y/n eyes widened as though he had expected simply to be left in this cell to rot to the sounds of sex addicts jerking themselves off.

The director looked uncertainly from the doctor to Y/n. "If you are sure," he hedged, but Kisaku was already picking Y/n up by his collar and hurrying him out of the room.

"Come on, Y/n," he smiled at the boy who stared at him as if he was angel who had just rescued him from perdition.

"Let's get you out of here."