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It was Isagi Yoichi's medical record.
Oh, Yoichi.
The idiot he used to be so stupidly in love with when he was a teenager.
Ness wondered if he should ask the manager to give him another patient because he didn't feel like facing an old crush, to be honest. It'd be too troublesome, though. What would he even say?
This patient used to be my crush. Can I have another one, please?
As if Noa would let him. He'd just stare at him with a poker face and then tell him to remember his professional ethics. Besides, the only other doctor available was Michael Kaiser, and he didn't want to bother him with an extra patient.
Ness sighed.
Yoichi.
Back then, Ness was sure he hated him. Isagi Yoichi was too proud and actually too damn smart—and a contrarian, on top of that—for his liking. That, along with the fact that Isagi didn't respect Kaiser, had been enough to make Ness hate him.
Those days, Ness did everything he could to piss Isagi off. Be it hiding Isagi's pens, books, notebooks... anything just to fuck him over—even if it meant he got suspended for it. All that to get a reaction from Yoichi. Ness loved to see his piercing blue eyes staring at him as if he was going to actually kill him. Come to think of it, Ness had been doing all that just to get Isagi's attention. Whether it be good or bad.
During midterms, Ness studied his ass off to get better grades than Isagi; even if it was by just 0.1 point, Ness made sure to rub his grade all over Isagi's face. Arts and music were his two specialties, where not even Kaiser could surpass him.
Ah. He would've really loved to major in arts, but his parents mocked his decision and forced him to study a "real" career that would actually give him money and earn him some respect. Ness was against the idea, but since Kaiser was going to study medicine too, Ness ended up giving in to his parents' expectations of him.
The last memory Ness had from high school was of Isagi smiling with his friends after he got admitted into the university he wanted.
Of course. Someone like you, Yoichi, wouldn’t get admitted to university here.
Isagi hadn't even looked at him when Ness made a comment about him going back to Japan to study medicine.
A strange feeling settled in Ness' heart. It made him feel empty inside. He had hoped he got Isagi's attention during their last hours of high school.
It took him some years to realize that he didn't hate Isagi as much as he thought.
It had been a cold afternoon in his fifth year in college, after an awkward dream, that Ness opened his eyes and finally realized that he loved the stupid Yoichi and that he did all those childish things just to get his attention.
Every now and then, Ness cringed at the memory of his past self doing all sorts of stuff instead of just confessing like a normal person.
As many boys his age—and the specific circumstances he grew up with—Ness hadn’t learned how to express his feelings in a more assertive way.
But it wasn't the time to think about that!
Ness took a deep breath. He hadn't studied for seven years just to act like a nervous medical student interrogating his first patient. He had long gone past that point.
Okay.
The first thing a doctor should do is check their patient's medical record.
Full name: Isagi Yoichi. Age twenty-six. Still one year younger than him. Primary gender: male. Secondary gender: omega. Status: single. Nationality: Japanese. He already knew that. Place of residence: Munich. When did he come back? Age of first heat: Sixteen. A bit late by the world’s standards.
Oh.
So Isagi was an omega.
an omega.
an omega.
Yeah.
Okay.
WHAT!!??
Ness couldn't believe it. Even back then, when they were in the same high school and same classroom, he never noticed it.
Oh, god. He had been so blind back then.
The sound of a notification on his phone brought him back to reality. It was Noa's.
"The patient is waiting outside."
Ness quickly put a face mask on and hoped Yoichi wouldn't recognize him.
Omega,
his mind echoed.
"Ehrm. Come in."
"Good morning," Isagi greeted him with a soft voice. The omega looked the same as always, as if time hadn't passed at all.
"Take a seat, please," Ness said, trying to use his most monotonous voice. He had dealt with hundreds of omega patients before; not once had he felt intimidated. "What brings you today?" He asked. Seriously, why was he getting so nervous for? For all he knew, Yoichi could be there for a simple cold, a sore throat, or maybe another random issue that had nothing to do with him being an omeg—
Isagi was quick to reply. "I won't bat around the bush. I- uhm I have a problem uh— down there."
Ness freezed.
D- Down there??? What did it even mean?
Oh, right.
Maybe his legs' muscles were sore. He'd heard that even after Yoichi graduated, he still played soccer, and he was really good at it.
Ness sighed for a second time.
Yoichi looked nervous, though.
"B- Between my legs. In my- ehrm— my genitalia," Isagi confessed.
Ness' mind went blank.
Isagi kept talking, but Ness couldn't focus on what the other was saying. He could only watch as Isagi's lips opened and closed, words coming out in perfect German. Yet—yet Ness couldn't understand a thing the other said. He nodded, pretending he understood everything.
"I see. I'll perform a gynecological exam to see if there are any physical abnormalities. Please, take off your lower clothes, put on the hospital gown—you can use the bathroom to change your clothes—and lie on the examination table with your feet on the foot rests," Ness said, having memorized the medical protocol by heart.
In no more than five minutes, Yoichi's vulva lay bare in front of him.
Gloves. How could he forget the gloves?
Ness took a pair and put them on.
It didn't have any abnormalities. The outer and inner lips were in perfect condition. Only a tiny nub covered by flesh could be seen on the upper side; it was Yoichi's clit.
"I- I have some problems down there," Isagi confessed as Ness kept looking at his vulva. "A lot of... slick comes out during the day."
"I- Is that so?" Ness asked, hoping the face mask would hide his nervousness. He tried to think, to remember something—anything—of what he had learned during those ten or even more years he spent studying medicine and gynecology.
"It doesn't smell b- bad and it doesn't have a color at all, so I don't think it's an infection," Isagi continued. "But it gets so uncomfortable. Even outside of my heats, my underwear gets soaked and I had to start using pads."
“Alright.”
Ness had to check where the slick was coming from. He carefully opened Yoichi's outer lips with his thumb and ring finger.
On full display was Yoichi's vagina opening. Surprisingly, the area had a brighter shade of red. It was probably irritated, and—it was really leaking.
Thick drops of slick went down Isagi's vulva to his perineum, leaving a wet and shiny path. Ness collected some of the liquid with his fingers and observed it. It was indeed clear and had a very light texture.
"S- See? A lot of it comes out, and I don't know what to do."
Oh.
Ness had seen many patients with that problem. Most of the time it was the omega’s body response to their alpha’s pheromones. After being with an alpha for some time, omegas’ bodies unwillingly began adapting to their mate’s sex drive, and thus, they produced way more slick to protect themselves from any wounds.
Ah. So Yoichi already had an alpha.
It was okay, because it wasn’t like Ness hadn’t gotten over his crush on Isagi after ten years, right?
"How often do you have sex with your alpha? Is- Erhm- Is there any chance that you might be pregnant?"
"I- I've never been with an alpha. I'm a virgin," Isagi said, looking away.
Ness tilted his head to the side. That made his case more complicated. “Perhaps it’s a hormonal issue. There are some tests I’d like you to—“
Before Ness could ask anything else, Isagi continued. "But sometimes I use... toys."
Oh. That explained some things.
Ness sighed and helped himself with one of the lamps. He separated Isagi's lips again.
Isagi's inside tissue looked irritated as well. There was a reddish color and some minor lacerations on the side. It shouldn't be like that, though. The tissue usually healed quickly, unless...
"How often do you use your toys?" Ness was amazed at himself and the fact that his voice didn’t tremble.
"Maybe five or seven times a week... sometimes more if I feel like it."
“What’s the most times you’ve used your toys in a day?” Ness asked.
Isagi’s cheeks were getting red, and more drops of slick came out. “Three times.”
And Isagi had probably used his toys last night. That would explain the irritated tissue.
An unsolicited thought about Yoichi bouncing on his dildo appeared in Ness' mind.
“Alright. Uhh… Now I’ll perform a bimanual exam to check your cervix, ovaries, and tubes,” Ness explained. “Two of my fingers will go inside, and my other hand will be palpating your abdomen from the outside. May I continue?”
“Y- Yes, of course.”
“Please tell me if you feel any discomfort or pain during the procedure. I will stop immediately.”
“Okay.”
Ness placed his index finger on top of his middle finger and slowly pressed down Isagi’s hole until the soft tissue gave in, allowing him to explore Yoichi’s insides.
Oh, god.
There was really a lot of slick inside. Ness pressed Isagi’s lower abdomen to palpate the uterus, and more slick came out. His gloves were soaked.
“A- Ah,” Isagi moaned. “Fuck. No. S- Sorry- I’m sorry.”
For a few milliseconds, Ness felt Isagi’s pussy tightening around his fingers.
He wasn’t god’s strongest soldier.
“Th- That’s all.” Ness stood up and turned away to discard the gloves he’d used. “You can get dressed now.”
“Thank you,” Isagi said shyly. He was clearly embarrassed as well.
Ness washed his hands and then splashed his face with some water, hoping it’d make him focus.
“Uhm. Could you pass me a paper towel, please? I don’t want to make a mess here,” Isagi said, with his legs still open and the lamp lighting up his pussy.
Ness wanted to slap himself. How the fuck did he forget to give a paper towel to his patient?
“Sure.”
“Thanks.”
Minutes felt like hours in the awkwardness of the situation.
Ness waited until Yoichi entered the bathroom to wash his hands again.
So, Isagi’s excessive amounts of slick were caused by none other than himself, Ness concluded.
Isagi didn’t have an alpha to help him—somehow—regulate his libido, and the fact that Yoichi was stimulating himself too much didn’t help at all. His body was in a state where it thought it was having regular sex with an alpha, but the lack of the scent of one made his body think that his alpha didn’t want him, so it went for the path of producing more slick in hopes that the “alpha” would finally scent him.
How could he explain that to Isagi?
Stop using dildos so much, you slut, and hire an alpha me to spend your heat with.
Ness was getting dizzy, his mind reverted back to that when he was a teen.
He could not say that to Isagi.
“So?” Isagi was in front of him, and he had his pants on again. “What should I do?”
“First of all, please, please stop using your dildos that often,” Ness said. “You’re hurting yourself, and it’s also causing your problem with the excessive amount of slick.”
Isagi gulped. “I won’t use them anymore.”
“Also, you should consider finding a partner soon to help balance your hormones.”
“Y- Yeah.”
“I’ll schedule the next appointment in three weeks to see if there are any advances. Is September thirteenth good for you?” Ness asked, looking at his next month’s shift.
Fuck. He went from not wanting to see Isagi to scheduling an appointment with him.
If Isagi hadn’t recognized him yet, there was a possibility that he wouldn’t recognize him in three weeks—
“Oi, Ness, have you read who requested an appointment today?”
The door suddenly opened, revealing none other than Michael Kaiser with his distinguishing blond hair and blue eyes.
“Shit, I didn’t know you still had a patient. My bad,” Kaiser apologized. “Fuck. It’s him.”
“Michael Kaiser?” Isagi asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Do I know you? Excuse the interruption, sir.” Kaiser tried to fix the situation for himself and pretended he didn’t know who Isagi was. Yet the damage was already done.
“Then… You are…” Isagi turned around and looked at Ness, who found no use in still using his mask to hide his face.
Ness’ eyes met Isagi’s. Both faces were as red as tomatoes.
“It’s good to see you again,” Ness said. Isagi looked at him as if he still couldn’t believe that it was him who he showed his pussy. “Don’t worry about this. Uhm— nothing that you’ve told me will leave this room.”
Noa would definitely kill him if the contrary happened.
“You know that I’m an omega,” Isagi said in a low voice. “And- and you saw my pussy.”
Ness nodded. “I’ve seen hundreds. It’s not like—“
“Was mine pretty?” Isagi smirked, changing his whole demeanor.
Isagi had not changed at all.
“W- What?”
“Was my pussy pretty?” Isagi repeated, this time making direct eye contact with Ness.
It was the sweet and that part of him that Ness had fallen in love with.
“It- It was,” Ness agreed. “But it was so— you should take more care of it.”
Isagi chuckled. “Would you help me?”
Ness’ brain short-circuited.
Is it a dream? Ness wondered. Did he pass out in the middle of the examination, and he had hallucinated everything?
“I’m looking forward to the next appointment,” Isagi said before closing the door behind him.
So…
Did Isagi like him back or…?