Summary
Kuroko Tetsuya is a genius psychiatrist who is assigned five patients - dubbed the Generation of Miracles - notorious for driving their respective doctors insane. To his dismay, each of his patients fall in love with him and become determined to claim him as their own. Dealing with insanity is hard enough, but jealous insanity? Oh dear. Generation of Miracles x Kuroko
Chapter 1
First Impressions: Ryouta Kise
"I have assigned you the Generation of Miracles. I'm sure their infamy is self-explanatory," Riko said grimly as Kuroko glanced through the profiles of each patient. "Ryouta Kise, Daiki Aomine, Shintarou Midroima, Atsushi Murasakibara, and Seijuro Akashi."
Kuroko nodded. The patients - who were jokingly dubbed the "Generation of Miracles" - were infamous among the psychiatric community for being utterly and incurably crazy. Countless psychiatrists failed to drag them out from the pits of insanity. In fact, many of them quit their jobs because of trauma. One psychiatrist who tried to initiate a civil conversation with Akashi ended up fearing scissors for the rest of his life. The poor man would convulse uncontrollably whenever he saw the pointy instrument.
"They're quite colourful," Kuroko commented impassively as he browsed through the photos. "Red, yellow, green, blue, and purple. If they had a sixth member with orange hair, their heads could complete the rainbow."
Riko sighed in exasperation. "Although I love your dead-pan humour Kuroko-kun, I would appreciate some seriousness right now. Do you realise how dangerous these patients are?"
"Yes. I assume that there will be some safety precautions during my meetings with them?" Kuroko replied, putting down the patient profiles to look at Riko.
"Well, first of all we'll separate you from each patient with a wall made of bullet-proof glass. On top of that, there will be a red button at the side of your desk. Press it if things get…out of hand. I know that the glass is bullet-proof, but Murasakibara is known to have brute strength. Also…"
"Please forget about the wall, Riko-san. I will meet them face-to-face with no barrier," Kuroko interrupted.
"No! Kuroko-kun, these are criminal-level psychopaths who may seriously harm you. I can't drop you into a death trap with no means of protection," Riko hissed, glaring at Kuroko.
"Riko-san, talking through a glass barrier is hardly effective. It immediately gives the impression that I will be treating them as a criminal. I believe that the button will be sufficient," Kuroko said determinedly. When Riko looked at him worriedly, Kuroko sighed. "Please, Riko-san. Trust in me. I will be fine."
"Ugh, I know that you're capable, but I just want you to be careful! I don't know what I'm going to do if you get harmed, Kuroko-kun," Riko muttered. Kuroko stared at her with blank but pleading eyes for a few moments. After letting out a huge sigh, Riko shouted out, "Fine! You and your stupid determination. There won't be any glass barriers. But if you get hurt, I'll kill you."
"You don't want me to get hurt, but you'll kill me if I do? How ironic, Riko-san," Kuroko replied with an almost teasing tone to his deadpan voice. Riko's sharp eyes didn't miss how the ends of his mouth twitched up slightly.
"Shut up, Kuroko-kun. Now, start preparing for your meeting with Kise-kun tomorrow," Riko growled. "Leave!"
Kuroko stood up and left the office with a victorious smile.
Kuroko stared at the bubbly blonde sitting across from him. For some reason, Kise took an immediate liking to Kuroko and proceeded to endlessly babble about how annoying it was to live at a psychiatric ward. The blonde also immediately added an oddly endearing -chi suffix to his name. Not that Kuroko minded; being talked to so eagerly was a nice change of pace after all of the tight-lipped sociopaths he had to deal with before.
"Oh and Kurokocchi, I have a room-mate called Aomine who is a super arrogant bastard! He loves to use the phrase 'the only person who can beat me is me.' He's tanned for some reason despite being Japanese, but I'm cool with it. He's also lazier than a sloth, I swear. The only time he moves with any ounce of enthusiasm is during lunch or our daily physical education session," Kise chattered on. "He's really good at basketball in particular. Honestly, his dunks are majestic! How can a human being jump so high?"
Kuroko, realising that Kise would go on forever about his room-mate if not stopped, interrupted the blonde politely, "You have a very interesting room-mate, Kise-kun. However, I'd really like to learn more about you."
At that, Kise abruptly became silent and lowered his head so that his bangs covered his eyes. "…there's nothing interesting about me, Kurokocchi. My only talent is to copy what others do. I have nothing original about myself." Kise began to sniffle. "I'm nothing but a cheap replication. After all, a copy can never be as good as the original."
Kuroko's glanced quickly at the diagnosis sheet on his desk. 'Hmmm…bipolar disorder, indeed. He can switch between hypomania and depression immediately. Seems like his depression is heavily linked to poor self esteem,' the bluenette thought to himself.
Kuroko's eyes softened at the pitiful sight in front of him. The previously cheerful blonde was now slumped in the chair across from him, tears rolling down his cheeks. The scene reminded Kuroko of a rejected puppy abandoned on the streets. He realised that all Kise needed was somebody who would provide genuine encouragement instead of the superficial smiles of fake sympathy.
Kise's head snapped upwards in surprise when he felt a soft hand comb through his golden locks gently. Kuroko was leaning forward from his desk and reaching forward towards Kise's hair. Although being pet like a dog could have been condescending, the gentleness of Kuroko's hands made it clear that the psychiatrist was not pitying Kise, but comforting him. Kise stared into Kuroko's face, and to his surprise saw no pre-tense or affectation. He was used to meeting psychiatrists who would plaster disgustingly fake smiles on their faces. After a few disappointing sessions, he learned to view them as nothing more than arrogant strangers who got paid to pretend to understand his delicate psychology. However, something about this particular psychiatrist was genuine. Although Kise didn't have any legitimate proof or reason to believe so, it seemed like every single one of Kuroko's actions was perfectly transparent and honest.
"Although this is the first time I have met Kise-kun, I know what you just said is not true. I already have identified two good traits of yours," Kuroko said quietly, continuing to caress Kise's head. "Would you like to know what they are?"
Kise nodded silently, then unconsciously leaned into Kuroko's hand. The feeling of the psychiatrist's soft skin against his hair was oddly soothing.
"First of all, Kise-kun has an extremely bubbly personality. Your enthusiasm when you talk lightens up the mood of everybody around you. Quite frankly, today was a bad day for me, Kise-kun. My boss gave me a pile of paperwork to sift through, so I wasn't in a particularly good mood when we started this session. But after listening to Kise-kun talk about his daily life, I feel a lot better now. Thank you for that, Kise-kun," Kuroko said with a soft smile on his face.
Kise blushed and murmured, "…what about the second?"
"Kise-kun is ridiculously handsome. Many people would die for your looks. Did you ever consider becoming a model, Kise-kun?" Kuroko inquired so seriously that Kise barked out a bitter laugh.
"How would I become a model, Kurokocchi? You have to be a person that everybody loves and is attracted to," Kise muttered.
"Why not, Kise-kun? I think you would be a great model. We could set up a mini-studio, and I could take photos of you during our sessions. I took a minor in model photography," Kuroko continued. 'Ah, I think taking photos would help Kise-kun with his self esteem issues. Building confidence is crucial at this point.'
"But…I don't want anybody to look at photos of me," Kise whispered dejectedly, staring into his lap.
"At the beginning, only you and I will look at the photos. How does that sound?" Kuroko suggested, finally withdrawing his hand from Kise's head. To the bluenette's amusement, Kise whined disappointedly. "It can be our own special secret."
Kise's face lighted up. "Our own special secret…yeah. That sounds like fun!"
"Okay then! I'll bring a camera with me next session, and we can have some fun taking photos of each other," Kuroko said as he glanced at his wristwatch. "Our time is already up, Kise-kun. It was great meeting you today. I think we'll have our next session in a week."
"I need to wait for that long? Can't we meet every day, Kurokocchi?" Kise pouted. Kuroko chuckled; Kise's face reminded him of a sulking golden labrador.
"Although I would like to, I'm afraid that I have too much paperwork, so meeting you everyday would be impossible, Kise-kun," Kuroko replied.
"Fine…," Kise sighed and stood up from his chair. He headed towards the exit, paused, then returned to Kuroko, who stared at him curiously.
"Did you forget something, Kise-kun?" Kuroko asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"Yep! A kiss!" Kise replied cheerfully. He leaned forward and pecked Kuroko on the forehead. "Bye, Kurokocchi!" The blonde let out a bubbly laugh at Kuroko's shocked face, and ran out the door.
Kuroko stared blankly at the empty chair in front of him. After a minute or two, the embarrassment finally settled in, and the bluenette buried his face into his desk.
'Did I just get kissed by a patient? It may become troublesome if Kise-kun falls in love with me… I do not want him to develop an unhealthy dependence on me. Having patients suffering with depression fall in love with their psychiatrist isn't a particularly rare occurrence, especially if that psychiatrist is the first person to offer them genuine comfort. Cases with one-sided romantic infatuations on part of the patient have been known to have tragic ends; patients do not cope well with rejection.' Kuroko shook his head. 'No, I'm thinking too hard. Kise-kun seems to be a touchy-feely type of person, so a kiss on the forehead is probably nothing beyond a basic form of affection for him. I should just focus on helping Kise gain some self esteem.'
Alas, Kuroko miscalculated the amount of emotion behind that chaste kiss. Even the genius psychiatrist did not know the overwhelmingly passionate feelings that were churning behind that seemingly innocent gesture of affection.
Kuroko stood up from his desk and walked out the same door Kise had exited earlier to head to his meeting. 'After all, even if Kise-kun does hold affections for me, I believe I can deal with it. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Having all of the Generation of Miracles of fall in love with me?' Kuroko laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of his thought. 'Like that would ever happen.'
But sometimes, ridiculous things do happen. Very ridiculous things, like having all of the Generation of Miracles fall in love with you.
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