CRAZY FOR YOU — a psych ward love story
word count: 3.9k+
disclaimer: i am in no way romanticizing mental illnesses or psychiatric facilities. the events below are strictly fictional and are in no way a reflection of life inside mental institutions. this story is not entirely logical as i have no first hand experience in a mental hospital, and the relationship itself contains themes of codependency, limerence, and toxicity. this is purely for entertainment purposes and is to be treated as such.
warning: this story contains suggestive dialogue + a skippable nsfw scene.
you’re minding your business at the courtyard when a tan man with ombre hair approaches you.
“hey there, beautiful. my name’s ryusei.”
“shut the fuck up, i’m not here to make friends,” you say, flipping through another page in your book.
“oh yeah, i love ‘em feisty!” his pupils practically form into hearts as he takes a seat next to you, making you sigh heavily.
“what are you in for, baby? hold on, lemme guess…” he holds up a finger as you stare at him, his eyes scanning you. “it can’t be an eating disorder ‘cause that ass is fat!” he points over at you, hooting like a maniac in an attempt to hype himself up.
“can you leave me alone, pink tips?” you scowl.
“oh, i got a pink tip for you, alright,” he smirks, nodding to himself proudly before you smack him with a book.
“nurse!” you yell out.
“you smacked me and you’re snitching?!” he says, looking at you with sad puppy dog eyes as the nurses pull you two apart.
the next time you see him is at the cafeteria 2 days later. you’re sitting alone, picking at your food as you flip through the pages of your book.
shidou approaches you yet again, and his grin is even bigger than the last time you met.
“heeeeey, it’s ms. moody!” he hollers as he claps, and by the looks of it, it seems like the rest of the ward is used to his antics seeing as how none of them react.
he takes the seat across from you before putting his hands up in mock surrender. “yo, i come in peace,” he says, and there’s really no other way to describe his grin except for resembling that of a roblox smirk. or maybe that one kevin hart meme?
you glare at him, the insults are already brewing up in your mind before you’re pulled away as he offers you a handshake. “can we start over? i’m shidou. i’ve been here a while for, uh, high manic symptoms or whatever.”
you stare at his coarse hand, your brows furrowing even harder before your eyes flit up to meet his.
“i told you already, i’m not interested,” you huff, rolling your eyes before stuffing your face with food in an attempt to shut him off.
“hey, man, i get it,” he chuckles, “aspd? antisocial personality disorder, yeah? did i get it right?” he smiles, chasing your gaze as he leans his head down to meet the table. “yanno, ego over there also has aspd,” he whispers, looking at the next table over where a man with an ugly ass bowl cut and even uglier glasses sits alone, eyes completely lacking any sort of light. “…sheesh. stay away from him, though, a’right?”
“what the fuck is wrong with you? can’t you leave people alone? stop trying to fucking diagnose me, you psycho,” you bark, finally looking him in the eyes with a disgusted face.
but shidou’s not one to give up easily. “takes one to know one! literally,” he giggles, sitting up properly as he brings his palms up and rests his chin against them, “come on, gorgeous. lighten up. ‘m not gonna hurt ya.”
“i will,” you say before getting up and grabbing your book.
“hey, hey—!” he yells, hands up and ready to stop you as he mirrors your movements and gets up as well, “let’s take this elsewhere!” he chuckles nerviously.
“get the fuck away from me! don’t make me tell you again!”
“fuck, i’m so hard right now…” he giggles enthusiastically with his entire chest, falling on the floor as he tries to crawl away.
the nurses immediately come to your aid, pulling the two of you aside.
“you can’t go around throwing tantrums like that,” the psychologist says gently, sitting calmly in her chair. “it’s only your first week here and you’ve already had two outbursts.”
you sigh, looking out at the window to avoid her gaze. you despise her. you didn’t even bother learning her name beforehand, and if you did, you sure as hell don’t care enough to try and remember it.
“what is it that’s making you angry?” she asks, and it takes everything in you to hold back from answering her with a simple “you,” but you opt for staring into her eyes instead, thinking thoughts that placed you in the very position you’re in right now—thoughts you should definitely not be having.
a couple seconds go by with you simply glaring daggers at her as she looks at you calmly, and honestly? that calm ass, zen ass, relaxed look on her face makes you all the angrier.
“i can’t help you if you don’t allow me to.”
God knows you’ve heard that line too many times before.
she sighs, shaking her head softly before jotting down something in her journal. “alright, i’m assigning you a week in the isolation unit. i don’t think it’s safe for you to be roaming around freely,” she says, not even bothering to look you in the eyes as she speaks, “you understand, right? this is what’s best for everyone involved, including shidou. you can’t keep threatening or hurting him.”
her eyes meet yours as she says that last part. shortly after, she calls the nurse over and you’re guided to a white, padded room before the nurse locks you up inside.
the minute the nurses let you go, you catch sight of that antenna-haired freak again. he’s leaning on his room’s doorframe, smirking to himself before pushing his body off and approaching you.
“can’t believe you’d spend a week in the iso unit just to edge me, baby,” he says casually.
“…edge you?” you repeat, side eyeing him with a sour look on your face.
“we were in the middle of foreplay before we got interrupted!” he pouted, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before whispering, “whatddya say we pick up where we left off?”
you brush him off, huffing as his arm returns back to his side. “is this how they taught you to cope?” you cross your arms, eyeing him up and down condescendingly.
“oh, don’t look at me that way, babe. i got blue balls, i’ll cum right now.”
“you are fucking disgusting,” you deadpan, and at this point, you’re not even sure if he’s messing with you or not. you uncross your arms and begin to walk away, until you hear shidou call after you.
“hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave!”
“shidou!” / “no, i’m hallucinating again—! awh, come on, man!”
“hey,” he slides beside you, sitting as you zone out.
you blink a couple times, still staring into the distance as your thoughts race.
“you good?” he asks, genuine concern laced in his tone. shidou chases after your eyes again, leaning his head in the direction of your gaze to force you to look at him.
“they’re letting me go.”
your heartbeat quickens. it seems surreal, and despite being in disbelief about it at first, saying out loud only hits you harder.
“what? why?” he asks, getting off the sofa and kneeling in front of you.
tears pool in your waterline as you try to blink them away. you breathe a deep, shaky sigh as you feel your throat tighten, “behavioral issues.”
“oh, shit,” shidou’s eyes widen for a split-second, clearlt taken aback, “‘s it ‘cause of me?”
“no, i…” you breathe again, looking down as you bring your two knees up to your chest, your hands balled into fists, “…i’ve had… altercations with other patients. i get easily irritated, so…”
“what, you beat someone up?”
“just cussed them out. possibly threatened them…”
“damn. should’ve been me,” he shakes his head.
you scoff, rolling your eyes at him. of course he wouldn’t take this seriously. what were you even thinking, opening up to him?
“shit, no, i didn’t…” his voice trails, making you look at him. “i didn’t mean to be insensitive, shit, ‘m sorry, man.”
shidou looks away, looking for the right words to verbalize how he feels before bringing his hands up to your knees. his hands are coarse, but his touch is gentle as he draws circles with his thumbs, “so, where you off to?”
you sigh again, this time collecting yourself as you look around the room to avoid eye contact, “i don’t know. i think they were thinking of transferring me to a different unit or something. that’s what i could piece together from the scraps i heard, anyway.”
shidou nods, still kneeling in front of you. he softly grabs your ankles and places your soles against the marble floor before placing his chin against them, not exactly knowing how to comfort people.
“you look like a fucking puppy,” you snark.
“i’d let you put a leash on me any day.”
you bite the inside of your cheek to hold yourself back from laughing, but ultimately fail as a chuckle escapes you.
shidou smirks before following and laughing in tune with you.
“you are so fucking weird, dude,” you say.
“yeah, i know.”
…
“hey, yanno… i heard what that nutjob told you before she admitted you to the isolation room,” he confesses, the air strangely calm as he speaks.
“how much did you hear?” you ask.
“everythin’. from your name to…”
“including my full name?”
“yeah.”
“damn,” you nod slowly.
“for what it’s worth… i don’t really care if you threaten or hurt me,” he says.
you scoff, looking down on him, “yeah, because you’re a kinky little masochist.”
shidou laughs wholeheartedly. “i mean, yeah but… isn’t that what makes this so great?”
you pause, “this?”
“this,” he says, pointing to the two of you, “if you need to be mean, be mean to me.”
your brows furrow, and your chest tightens just a little. “why are you… why are you so adamant on this?” you ask, trying to make sense of it all.
shidou’s eyes fall, clearly having a hard time verbalizing his feelings. “i… i don’t know,” he says, eyes distant, “i just… am.”
you gulp, unable to say anything.
“say, you wanna run away with me?” pink eyes stare into yours as he asks, tone completely dead and casual.
you don’t think you’ve ever seen shidou look this serious before.
the next day, you’re awoken by a fire alarm going off. footsteps rush outside your door as a defeaning bell rings through the halls.
you get up, standing with your hand against your doorframe as you watch patients run past you like you’re invisible. your eyes scan the crowd. where the fuck are the nurses..?
an arm grabs you—a touch so rough, it’s for sure to leave a bruise. you try to pry away until you see who it is.
shidou laughs maniacally as he rushes you out the kitchen door. everyone else uses the fire exit, the front doors, and even the ones out back.
“ahh, there’s so much adrenaline pumping in my body!” he laughs before stopping you in his tracks and covering his mouth.
you’re still in a state of daze and confusion, brain still in the middle of processing what’s currently happening to you right now.
“shiiiiit, empty guard post! jackpot!” he snickers, hand gripping onto your arm yet again before running off, “he must be helping the crowd out front! we’re lucky!”
“shidou, are you sane?!” you question, breaking free from his grip as you swat his hand away. “did you set the fucking fire alarm off? how did you even manage that?!”
shidou looks at you, perplexed as if you had just told him the sky was green. “…huh?”
“i didn’t even fucking say yes to running off with you!”
oh.
he hadn’t thought of this yet—hadn’t even considered you not wanting to leave. but you just looked so down back then, so utterly helpless.
hey, how long as it been since he’s slept? shidou doesn’t even remember…
you turn your head around in a flash when you hear running footsteps. they’re light, which means whoever’s coming is still a good distance away.
your eyes flit from the open kitchen door you’d walked out of, to the parking lot a few steps away. if you made a run for it now, you’d probably be able to hide and successfully escape, but…
ah, fuck it. fucking psychotic ass, crazy bug.
you take shidou by the arm and drag him to the parking lot behind one of the vehicles. though the lot is visible and relatively close to the front entrance, the huge van you managed to duck behind does a great job at hiding you.
you look back to the man beside you, who’s currently still in a state of shock.
“shidou!” you whisper-yell, “snap out of it!”
shidou doesn’t budge, his form lifeless as if he had just been bitten by frostbite.
you kneel in front of him before slapping him in the face. “hey, fucking focus! don’t you have a plan?”
shidou blinks a couple times, registering your words.
“…plan?”
“yes, a fucking plan! don’t tell me you did all this shit on a whim?”
“uuuhh…”
you sob, covering your mouth quickly to stop yourself before sighing a shaky breath.
“fuuuuck my life.”
you don’t know how, but you managed to secure a cheap motel room with shidou a few miles away after picking up a random nurse’s lost wallet in the parking lot.
he’s already back to his usual self—the usual shidou you know, anyway. turns out all he needed was a stroke of luck, and after finding the lost wallet, he’s already back on his bullshit.
shidou is laying flat on the bed in a starfish position as you come out of the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around your figure. when he notices you, he chuckles an amused laugh before sitting up.
“yanno, all that escaping got me a little hard… the adrenaline?” he says, legs spread, staring at your backside.
“i think you need to calm down. the cops’ll be looking for us,” you deadpan, trying to dodge any of his attempts at romance. you’d be damned if you took advantage of a man that’s clearly delirious.
shidou sighs and stands up before walking over to you slowly as you brush your hair. “where’re your clothes?” he asks before pressing against you and nuzzling into your neck.
“i… they’re hung in the bathroom. i washed them,” you say, tensing up a little under his touch.
shidou takes your jaw gently in his hands before guiding you to look at him, pink eyes staring softly into yours. his pupils are dilated, and there are hints of red in his cheeks and on his ears.
shidou’s breathing is laboured.
18+, feel free to skip.
you lay under the sheets with shidou, your heart racing as he lays on his stomach, catching up on breathing beside you.
“…mdd,” you say, staring at the ceiling.
shidou blinks a couple times in your direction.
“major depressive disorder,” you blink, trying to ground yourself back to earth as you sigh a shaky breath, “i was checked in by my coach after i… i had an outburst at practice and started threatening my teammates.”
you sit up, dragging the blanket with you as a cover up for your chest.
“but i just…” you breathe, feeling sobs come through, “it was the only thing keeping me going, that’s why i…” tears stream down your face as you hyperventilate, trying to explain yourself to him.
you’ve never opened up to a therapist like this before. you’ve never cried in front of them. and yet, in this moment, you feel a strange wave of emotions as your chest caves in. you’re overwhelmed, and there’s a strong urge to explain yourself to shidou for reasons you don’t even necessarily understand.
“i just wanted them to take it as seriously as i did… i didn’t mean to hurt…”
“hey, hey…” shidou sits up, placing a hand against your back as you bury your face in your hands.
“it was my lifeline…”
shidou gulps, not really knowing what to say.
“and they took it away…”
shidou sighs, wrapping an arm around you as he brings your shaking body to his chest.
after a few more sobs, you begin to calm down. you’re stable enough to pull away from him, your eyelashes glistening wet from the tears as the tip of your nose and cheeks redden.
“i didn’t mean to a bitch to you, i just… i thought i was doing you a favor,” you say, not daring to meet his eyes. “i hurt people who get too close to me.”
shidou can’t help but laugh. scratching the back of his neck, he speaks, “remember when you asked why i was so adamant about you?”
you nod meekly, “is it because you’re a horndog?”
he chuckles, “close. but eh…” he trails, touching his chin as if to think, “i think i like girls whose misery you can sense. ya feel?”
you furrow your brows, not really understanding as you look at him.
he catches your gaze and shakes his head, “i mean, like… girls who’ve been through a lot. crazy bitches.”
“so you’re saying i’m fucking crazy?”
“well, aren’t you?” he laughs.
…
you feel a sense of rage rush through you, and before you know it, you’re bashing his head against the headboard.
shidou yells as you let go, blood running down his head and staining his blonde hair. “what the fuck—?!”
“don’t fucking patronize me!” you yell, getting off the bed and taking the blanket with you. “you’re such an asshole! you’re the crazy one!”
“you just bashed my fucking head in!” he says, blood on his hands as he tries to stop the bleeding. he holds his free hand down the blanket to cover himself up, stopping you from taking the entire thing altogether.
“are you seriously hard right now?”
“you know i’m a masochist!”
“ryusei, you are the worst fucking person i’ve ever met! i never should’ve gotten involved with you!”
“i fucking hate you too, you crazy bitch!” he scoffs, blushing as he tugs the blanket down.
“did you just get harder?”
“stop looking at my cock, bro!”
“i am not your fucking bro!”
you dive into the bed again before bashing his head a second time, making more blood drip out before you rush to the bathroom and get your clothes.
“fuck, i’m leakin’…” you hear him say, and you’re not sure which head he’s talking about right now, but you don’t really care. you need to get out of here.
you quickly get dressed and as you’re putting on your top, you hear sirens outside. your eyes widen as you unlock the door and peek out, only to be met with the sight of the police on your window as they peek in.
shidou stiffens before making eye contact with you and laughing before the cops knock on your door.
“excuse me? we’ve gotten reports of shouting and possible violence in here. everything okay in there?”
fuck, the motel owner must’ve called them. stupid fucking snitch!
“we know you’re there. please come out, we’re not going to hurt you.”
“um, just a minute!” you yell, quickly putting your top on and running over to the door. “cover up, you whore!” you whisper-yell as you walk past shidou, who’s smiling way too much.
“we’re about to get busted and you’re fucking enjoying this?” you snark, hand on the doorknob.
“oh, i’m about to bust, alright.”
you find yourself at a different psych ward a day later, under 24/7 surveillance with a nurse on your tail wherever you went and a security system tighter than a bank’s.
you sigh, bored out of your mind until you hear a familiar voice behind you.
“baaaaaby!”
how and why the fuck are you in the same ward?!
you turn around to see shidou and his nurse approaching you, placing a hand on your hip as he nuzzles against your neck.
“that’s not allowed,” and you can’t tell if it’s from your nurse or his, but either way, they don’t really do anything to separate you.
“hey, yanno, they filed your case under domestic violence,” shidou says, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes, “that mean what i think it means?”
“it means you need to get the fuck away from me.”
“what are we?”
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