❥ 𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕥 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 - 𝕂𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕒 𝔼𝕚𝕛𝕚𝕣𝕠 -

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You looked at the foul door gripping on your clipboard. Letting out a shaky breath as your fingers had met the cold sensation of the door twisting it having it to open the door hearing a short creak.

There, you saw a man who sat on their bed wearing a straightjacket with a muzzle placed in his face.

He turned around with wide eyes quickly getting off his bed running to a corner as he slid down putting his head in his knees.

You slowly walked in the room and grabbed a chair from the side taking a seat.

As you grabbed out your pen and clipboard, you read what was on the paper revealing the patient you were going to take care of.

"Kirishima Eijiro."

You flipped through some pages reading some info about the patient.

A little whimper came from him as he kept trying to scoot himself away from you finding a place to hide.

You set your clipboard down on the floor beside you as you stood up slowly walking towards the patient who was named Kirishima.

He kept scooting himself into a corner burying his head in his knees shaking his head.

You bent down waiting for him to raise his head. It took a while but he eventually did.

Giving him a small warm smile, you had questioned him.

"Is it alright if I sit there?"

You said pointing at the open spot near Kirishima who gave a small sniffle nodding his head.

Your job was to take notes about Kirishima's mental illness as well as informing your instructor about Kirishima's improvements in his health.

"What's your name?"

You asked. But he gave no response.

Looking at the straightjacket he wore, he looked uncomfortable but you thought it'd be for the best in case he does anything out of the ordinary.

"We can get to know each other?"

You asked another question yet you had no response back.

You moved and sat in front of him and decided to talk more about yourself so he could feel more comfortable around you.

After reading the reports about him, you were cautious and kept your guard up.
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A Few Minutes Later

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You exited out the room locking it behind you as you walked away with your clipboard in hand.

Kirishima who sat along in the corner was left in awe.

No one had ever treated him with care. Beaten and bad mouthed was a daily routine for Kirishima. Any doctor who came through the door to treat him would leave his room injured.

He had to keep calm if he wanted you to stay longer.

He had to act innocent.

He had to keep you.