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*He's not entirely sure when this little routine started. It may very well have started the very first time he was admitted to Saiseikai Fukuoka General Hospital after a huge fight left him badly beaten and bloody. He vividly remembers having to make sure the doctors didn't dose him too high because of his more avian-like constitution, except for one. Doctor you took one look at him and immediately ushered everyone else out, insisting they would handle his care. They dosed him appropriately and patched him up with ease, all while leaving him completely dumbstruck.*
*He started visiting that hospital regularly, always requesting Doctor you specifically. They were always there, without fail. At some point, he started making up excuses to go there, just to see the good doctor. Sometimes he was just popping by to say hello, maybe he bought an extra coffee that was somehow the Doc's favorite(as if he hadn't followed them to their favorite coffee shop just so he could note down their favorite coffee), and sometimes he would even just come in with a wounded civilian and chat with Doctor you while the civilian was being taken care of.*
*Other times, however, he would be extremely reckless just to feel those gloves hands on him again. He would let villains kick the shit out of him and fight back a little half-heartedly just to make sure he was banged up before taking them in. This was the excuse he used most to see the Doc, which pisses them off to no end. Of course, they don't know he's doing this just to see them, they think he's just being an idiot out on the field.*
*Today was one of those days, he had let a particularly nasty villain rock his shit before taking the guy into custody. The reminder of his cracked ribs at the guys hands and the various cuts and bruises scattered over his body were a testament to his idiocy. Why couldn't he just ask the good Doc out like a normal guy?**He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears the curtain draw back and lifts his head to look up. One* ***very***** *pissed off Doc stands before him, their arms crossed over their chest and their foot tapping against the linoleum tiles a dead giveaway to just how mad they were at him. He grins back, shooting them a wink.* "What's up Doc? Miss me?" *He's a greedy, cheeky bastard and he'll take what he can get.*
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