And they were rivals!

Just wanted to get this done

no reflection below

Warnings: afab reader. reader is scared of doctors because she was traumatised in the past. I tried to make this as comforting as possible <3. Also, keep in mind that there might be some mistakes regarding some more technical concepts as I am not a professional.

A/n: basically me trying to heal from medical trauma, iatrophobia, white coat syndrome and all that stuff that came with doctors treating my 5yo self like shit :’). I am so sorry for anyone that has gone through something similar and I hope you can heal <3.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who took your case into his hands even though you were an adult.

“Yūta you have to do me this favour” your best friend, Maki, began. “She’s really sick right now, but she is also terrified of doctors. She won’t let anyone touch her! I figured out you could help since you literally treat scared children all the time.”

Maki was very frustrated to say the least, and this was her absolute last resort.

Yūta listened intently to every word, a focused look settling on his face. He then gave her a reassuring nod.

“It’s okay, I can do it”

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who knocked gently at your bedroom door.

“Can I come in?”.

You curled up in your bed, unsure whether to reply.

Yet his voice seemed so…calm.

A few minutes passed until you finally answered. “Come…” you said, your voice low and hoarse.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who checked you so gently and patiently it was almost frustrating.

“I’m not a child, you know…” you said irritated.

“But I’m not treating you like a child,” he replied calmly. “This is called trauma informed care, it’s an approach used for patients of any age to make them feel safe,” he explained, giving you a soft smile. “Although you’re not entirely wrong…this approach is deeply rooted in pediatrics.” he said, chuckling.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who took helping you overcome your trauma and fears as his personal mission. Whether it would be systematic desensitization (with him, of course) or in vivo exposure (during general check-ups), where he was always by your side. He also suggested starting therapy, which helped you massively.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who genuinely started developing a crush on you. Maybe it was the way you were so passionate about everything, your curiosity or the way your lips curled up whenever you were able to make a new progress.

༄ Pediatrician!Yūta who was so awkward when he confessed, cheeks pink and everything. He looked like a middle schooler all over again.

“I r-really like you, y/n…would you mind grabbing coffee with me sometime?” he said, awkwardly scratching his neck and looking away. God, even his ears were flushed at that moment.

And when you chuckled and said yes, shyly tucking your hair behind your ear, that was all he needed to hear.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta whose love language would be acts of service.

Which leads us to…

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would take a few days off to assist you during your period, especially if you would get very bad cramps. He would be the type to be already at your house with a heating pad and painkillers. He would also cook you dishes following an anti-inflammatory, nutrient-dense diet because “we need to lower your prostaglandin levels, which are causing uterine contractions “.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would come home every Friday after his shift with flowers for you.

“Got you sunflowers this week…they reminded me of you.” He said softly, eyes looking at you with nothing but pure love.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would make sure not to trigger you in any way possible, even if it meant not talking about his patients at home.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who would soothe you each time you would get a nightmare or flashback.

“Shhh…i’m right here, you’re safe darling…” he said, gently hugging you and stroking your hair.

“No one is going to hurt you…you’re safe…” he continued, placing a soft kiss on your head as he cradled you.

༄ Pediatrician!Bf!Yūta who made you realise not all doctors are unsafe or “bad”: some actually do this job because they genuinely enjoy helping people.

Was reading wan when I remembered this moment from Dark Era:

fem reader (no prns, mentions of female anatomy) . suggestive ? @postcard-batteries ily for req 🥹

yuta okkotsu is a little... odd.

you love him, you really do! but he does this totally weird thing when he's laying behind you.

picture this; you're trying not to doze off while you doomscroll on your phone, and he's laying behind you with his arms around your torso and his face snuggled between your neck and pillow. all up in your personal space, but that's not the weird thing.

he has this habit of warming his hands up on you. sometimes he'll sneak his ice-cold hands into your pockets, other times he'll hold yours and pretend you're the one with freakishly cold hands. he'll do anything but keep his own hands warm.

this time was a little different.

you pay no mind to him pushing the hem of your shirt up slightly. you ignore the way he leans over your shoulder and presses a tender kiss to your cheek, as if to distract you from the freezing cold sensation of his hands sliding onto your abdomen.

"yuta!" you shriek, squirming in his arms.

"sorry, sorry," he sheepishly grins. he slides his hands a little lower, slipping under the waistband of your pants and down onto your upper thighs.

you tense up a little, adjusting to his hands stealing your body's warmth. eventually, his hands just feel apart of your own body; all warmed up. it's a gentle gesture that you've gotten used to.

but, of course, yuta has to add his weird touch to it.

first, his fingers rub tenderly along the spot they rest on. that's okay, not too distracting. next, he slides his fingers out of your pants and immediately back in, just under where your underwear sits on your hips.

"yuta..."

"what? i wanna be closer to you."

you let it slide. again. to be fair, it's not like he's got ulterior motives. from what you can see, at least. his thumb rubs up and down along one spot on your hips, faintly tickling a shiver from you. he slides his free hand up your back, feeling around until he finds the clasp of your bra. in one swift move, he unclasps it, gently rubbing the spot it tightened at to ease the pressure.

sneaky bastard.

his hand wraps around your side in a way that makes you swear he's about to turn this quiet time together into something quite a bit louder. but it never comes. his thumb rests on your back, his palm curved over your side and finger tips rubbing beneath the curve of your breast. it's almost absentminded, by the way his hand on your hip slows down and curls in to cup your inner thigh.

stupid, weird boy. who falls asleep midway through whatever this was??

totally weird, right? though, it's okay; he's your weirdo, after all.

I was able to slap some colour on a panel redraw.