kuroo was your personal doctor. not to mention, your crush. a little bit problem though — he was at least 5 years older. he was 28, while you were what, 23? yet to you, none of that mattered. he was practically perfect — not only was he a professional doctor who's good at what he's doing, but he was also caring, thoughtful, and not to mention extremely good looking. you were sure he went to the gym, but he had always avoided such personal questions. he was also rich — after all, he was a doctor. he earned a lot, and i mean a lot.

today was another one of those days where you'd be able to see him again. your monthly check up. you had a heart disease which he monitored each month. right now, you were on the patient bed in his office, shirt unbuttoned as he pressed the stethoscope against your chest, feeling your beating heart. he was also on a phone call while doing so, which was impressive because he managed to split his attention with you and whoever he was calling. it seemed important.

"yes, do bring the medical equipments over."

he nodded, moving the stethoscope across your chest. he wasn't even looking at you, yet he knew exactly where to place it. you thought to yourself that he had memorized your body, but of course that was just your delusional beliefs taking over.