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Takuma really likes to consider himself an easygoing, confident and genuine guy most of the time.

He tries his best to be kind to the people around him, always asking himself "What would Nanami do?" in complicated situations, to try and get the smartest answer.

He's the type of guy that helps old people cross the street, that feed stray cats and dogs and that always says "good morning", or "have a great day" to any attendent that he crosses path with, with the biggest smile in his face- and a genuine one too!

So tell me why he becomes an absolute mess around you.

I'm talking about staring blatantly at you when he see's you for the first time: he can swear in his life that you were glowing. There was something truly hypnotizing about you that he couldn't tell exactly what was it, but it made him feel like he could drown on the feeling that you brought to him- and that he would honestly like it.

He was walking with his friends in a market and when he saw you he stopped, too flabbergasted with your sight to notice that his friends kept on walking, notcing that he was left behind and laughing when they realized the reason. For his friends, it was an endearing vision to see since he didn't get crushes very often- and when he get's one, he is obsessed, head over heels for anyone that's the focus of his total admiration

And when you come up to talk to him? Suddenly his mouth doesn't works, like it genuinly only opens and stays like that. Not one word comes out doesn't matter how many things he thinks of saying and asking you, how many compliments get stuck in his adam's apple; he just silently stares you, until you laugh and say something that he doesn't quite understand but it get's him out of his trance.

Now he's blushing, it goes from his cheeks to his ears and even to his neck as he apologizes for being weid and presents himself back to you, finally starting a conversation... that doesn't last much longer since you have to go and run your errands or any other task that you told him you had and he accidentally ignored, to lost in your eyes to say anything better than a "bye" before you leave and- oh shit.

The lights don’t flicker. They don’t even buzz. They’re even warm—in their quarters anyways.

It’s not like they’re kept here against their will. Why would they need to be? When the Dr gives them the freedom to leave, why would they take it when they get everything they could want or need?

The Dr even warns them before the experimental treatments. They keeps them well fed, lets them do whatever they want! There’s only three rules.

Always allow the Dr to run their experiments

Eat food for the strength you’ll need

Never fight against the restraints, they’re there for your safety.

The Dr never hurts them. Even the needles don’t hurt that bad! And it’s always with the promise to make them better than any other. To make them more successful, stronger, whatever they want to be they’ll be able to be.

As long as they follow the last rule—the unwritten one.

Always trust the Dr.

When the experiments work, they feel great! Every desired outcome, every craving satiated for a temporary period.

The Dr hasn’t made a permanently altering one yet, but they trust that one day he will.

Sometimes the Dr runs tests that have nothing to do with their desires, but who are they to complain? When the Dr makes them so happy all the time. So strong, and so skilled.

Who are they to complain when the Dr’s test fails, and they get hurt. But it’s okay, because they’ll get the comfort they’ll need.

Soft whispers of “it’ll be okay”

and

“You’re so strong…my greatest success..”

And then the Dr always gives them medicine! Which makes them feel better, and by the time they wake up they’re back to normal

Occasionally they leave the lab together, and they’re even allowed to talk to people! Allowed to go wherever and get whatever they want!

The Dr always lets them pick out whatever they want to eat, or whatever they want from the store.

So why would they leave?

Even when the Dr gets mad at them and locks them in their room, the Dr always comes back, apologizes, and gives them a treat.

And it’s such a good treat! It makes them all happy and giggly, and by the time they’re back to normal they’ve forgotten all about why they were locked away in the first place.

The Dr assures them that their family doesn’t miss them. Even when they saw their missing poster, the Dr assured them it was their family manipulating the masses for fame.

So the Dr promised to make them a star.

Every new experiment made them better. They never questioned how the surgeries worked—they didn’t care. Cause the Dr always assured them that it was completely safe.

And while they were healing, the Dr would hold them, and offer endless praises.

“It was a success…you taught me a lot.”

“Your new voice will be beautiful..”

“You are healing faster than normal—the experiment worked.”

There was a file cabinet of every experiment and test ever done. Sorted into failures and successes.

When their new voice box was in, and they could finally talk again after months, the Dr praised them so much.

“Your voice sounds great…the transplant worked.”

Sure, it was experimental. But they couldn’t argue with results.

The Dr would even take them to work sometimes. They would sit on the floor beside the Dr, listening on conversations they didn’t understand because all they could focus on was their Dr.

The others that would come through were always labeled with numbers, but not them. They were the Dr’s favorite. So they got a name.

They even wore that name on a collar.

They don’t even remember the name they had when they first met the Dr. They don’t even remember the first time they met the Dr!

But they were assured that the Dr saved them from certain death, and that’s why there was such bad gaps in their memory.

So even when the door is unlocked, and they could easily leave, they stay. Surrounded by jars with strange fluids and objects, and needles and notes.

Because the doctor loved them.

And who were they to question the Dr?

Its the little things that you notice on a daily basis that has you falling for them.

Like that time when you first met, bumped into eachother - you alone, they were with a few friends - and they quickly grabbed you by the wais to avoid you losing your balance, and oh. That did something to you.

They got embarassed for getting lost in your eyes for an embarassing amout of time while still holding you tight, so his friend got your number for him, for you guys to keep contact, and you didn't think too much about it up until circa a week and a half later, when he sent you a text. You were honestly surprised and quickly replied, spending the whole night talking to them like a teenager girl and a high school crush.

It wasn’t long before you were stalking them on social media, breathlessly scrolling through the videos saved in their Instagram highlights, the pictures in their feed- you were metaphorically drooling for them if you're being honest.

You found yourself thinking about them more often, about what they wore when you first met and how their clothes would look on you, what it would be like to wake up with them next to you in the morning after a sleepless night.

How their thick accent would feel like when he talks on top of you, whispering words that aren't meant for anyone but you both, while tangled in the sheets, panting and sweaty, limbs intertwined and connected so intimately and deliciously that it could bring tears to the waterline of your eyes - All of this in your imagination while talking to them, even when you were talking only through text, a situation that got even more complicated after you discovered the diference in timelines between you two because of his work.

After quite a while and quite some planning, you finally meet again and it's wonderful, the date takes place in one of their favorite cafes and from then on several others follow - it's as if you both been waiting for a real encounter to get the necessary momentum in your - now thriving - relationship. And everything is going great, more dates happen and you bond more and more, they even settle down in a house near where you live (You both agreed that living together was still a bit much)!

And with that comes the delightful familiarity. Again, they have these little habits that you almost don't even notice - like when they gently carry you around (as if your weight is nothing to them) to get you out of the way or help you pick something up.

How their hands are nimble in many ways, but especially when they grab you and drag your clothes in your body, pulling them down and you closer.

How they dance with you in the kitchen even when there's no music, spinning you around with the biggest smile on their face, which makes you smile too until both of your cheeks are sore from laughter - All of this may seem a bit redundant thrown in like that, but with them it works with perfection.