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The air in the doctor’s office was always freezing cold, though Nagito had long been used to it. Due to his medical history being shoddy, he was quite the frequent patient. He took a deep breath, his mask preventing the cool air from stinging his lungs. The reason he was here in the first place was a rare occasion where he wasn't actually feeling unwell, instead he was there for his Covid test. The place where he works had a coworker come back with positive results and now they required negative tests from all their employees. Despite the fact they never interact at all, Nagito was still required for an official testing.
He leaned back a bit on the bed they made him sit on, the paper underneath him making an obnoxious crumpling noise in the otherwise deafeningly silent room. Though something else seemed to dare break the silence, Nagito looked over to see the door had opened. A brunette in blue scrubs, presumably the nurse, came in yet was distracted by the clipboard in his gloved hands.
“Mr Komaeda? I’m nurse Hinata. You're here for a Covid test, yes?” His plain voice matched his looks.
“Yeah.” Nagito said as he nodded, and the nurse nodded in response as he took out a small bag with a Biohazard warning on the front. He set his clipboard down and took a cotton swab out from the bag.
“Now, I’m going to need you to take off your mask for this, and I’m warning you now, this may be uncomfortable. We’re going to have to reach this down your throat for the test.”
Nagito simply nodded as he carefully took off the elastic straps from around his ears. He then opened his mouth wide for the nurse to begin the process. Hinata used his thumb to hold open Komaeda’s lower jaw as he drew the cotton swab near. He flinched slightly when he felt the foreign object hit the back of his throat, but that was the most his reaction got, and he saw the nurse's eyes widen above his mask.
“Wow, you must get around, huh? If you're able to barely react to this. Must be quite the slut outside of here, hm?”
His voice got low and raspy with a hint of lust, and from beyond Nagito’s control, a slight moan escaped his throat.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you? The feeling of something threatening to go down your throat as I insult you. You want it so badly, don't you, you dirty whore?” Another moan came from Nagito without permission, this time much louder.
He could feel his pants seemingly feel tighter around his crotch. Dear god, he’s getting hard in the doctor’s office as the nurse talks dirty during a covid test. How the hell did he get in this situation? He didn't know if he felt unlucky for this, or was he lucky? Apparently in this moment he was unlucky, since he came back to reality where the nurse was already sealing the cotton swab up in a tube and sealing that up in the biohazard bag. Yet Nagito still sat there with his mouth agape, suddenly closing it at the realization.
“Aw, I thought you looked cute with it open like that, but who am I kidding, you still look cute with it closed.”
Nagito blushed slightly at the comment as the nurse picked his clipboard back up where he scribbled on a piece of paper.
“The number on the bottom is where you call in 24 hours for your covid test results.” He handed Nagito the paper before heading towards the door. “And the number on top,” he looked back to the patient still sitting on the bed. “is the number you call after 5 when I get off of work. Have a good day, cutie.~” With that last statement, he was out of the office. Leaving Nagito there with his blush deepening.