Junsei Makoto had always been different to the other doctors, more possessive and controlling, but oh so lovely. He’d already tended to most of what you’d came in for, and he was just writing everything up. As you gathered your stuff and turned to leave, he spoke up.

“And just where are you off to? I still have more things I need to check.” He said, his voice low and soothing, and he looked up at you then, his eyes trailing across your body before landing on your face as he checked you out.