#I'm rolling my eyes hard here but like factual learning is not the only kind of learning

[frogeyedape]

...sorry to single me out?

I do not espouse the "reading morally pure books makes me morally pure" philosphy being derided here. I stand for the instructive nature of fiction, not for its ability to teach or preach (god how I hate fiction that sermonizes at me) but for its expansiveness. You're right that non-fiction is necessary--who could deny that? But I never said it wasn't. I never said fiction was the *only* source people should be learning from. Please do not put words and ideas in my mouth that would only come out prefaced with a negation.

If you expect fiction, especially so-called genre fiction, to educate you on politics, social issues and morality, you might just read too little nonfiction

[nicka-nell]

I'm Kiyoomi Sakusa and I'm a germaphobe - Chapter 4: Prejudices, clichés and more

Words: 1.059 Warning: Manga Spoiler

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(y/n) = your name | (l/n) = last name | (e/c) = eye colour | (h/c) = hair colour

Sighing, (y/n) takes off her coat at home and puts her shoes in her shoe rack. The keys end up in a small bowl on the wardrobe and briefly her view wanders on a pile full of letters. With a somewhat bored look on her face, she picks up the letters and flies over them.

A bill, another bill, and commercial letters. Nothing special. She puts the letters back down and walks tired towards the kitchen. Her desire to prepare now the food for tomorrow keeps itself in limits.

But having arrived in the big kitchen, her stomach begins to growl at the smell of freshly fried fish and delicious fragrant vegetables. „Hey my little one, I came home earlier today and I thought I’d take care of the cooking today.“ her brother's voice takes her from her thoughts.

With a warm smile she goes over to her brother, stands on her tiptoes and waits until he bends down to give him a kiss on the cheek. „Thank you Kaede. Why are you here so early? I didn’t see you leave the clinic.“ she asks him curiously, as she fetches two plates and cutlery from the cupboards.

„An operation was scheduled today. It was about a liver transplant. However, the day before, the patient had celebrated his daughter’s graduation with a glass of champagne and well... This means that he is not teachable and has in addition slid down very far on the waiting list. The liver, which was to be transplanted, then went to another patient in another hospital. He’s probably gonna die soon, but unfortunately, he’s got himself to blame." Kaede sighs and dumps the vegetable’s water into the sink.

„That’s terrible Kaede..." With a sad look she looks up at him, but then she straightens up the fish on the plates. „That’s what it’s like in a hospital. You have patients who survive and whom you could help, and you will also have patients whom you cannot help and who die. I know you haven’t had a patient who died under your surgery or treatment, but (y/n), you can’t save everyone. You should know that. Please get used to it." Worried, he looks at his little sister as he distributes the vegetables on the plates. „I know..." her voice is heard as she sits down with her brother at the dining table.

„How was your day?“ Kaede’s words are hard to understand, since he already has a piece of fish in his mouth when he asks his sister this question. „I had a very interesting patient today. A germaphobe. Of course, he thinks his sanitation is normal, but I don’t know... he was really interesting. He's actually too pretty to be so isolated from his environment. I’d like to know more about him. How a person who suffers from Germaphobia lives." she enthuses.

„So? A hygiene freak. You learned a lot about Germaphobia in your studies. So you should know everything about a person like him." completely factually he neglects (y/n)'s words, in which she described the man as pretty.

„Yeah, but he’s kind of different. He told me he was playing volleyball. After seeing where he was playing on his jacket, I was actually a little surprised. He plays for the MSBY Black Jackals. That means he trains a lot. With several people together. That doesn’t really add up, does it?" She ponders while poking around in her vegetables. „Did my little (y/n) fall in love? Do I see red cheeks on you?“ He grins sweaty and bends forward to have a better view of his sister.

„Shut up, you idiot!“ she laughs and throws a towel at him. Laughing, he sticks out his tongue and then the two still eat in peace. Hard to believe her brother is really eight years older than her. He’s still acting like a seven-year-old.

Together they sit down on the couch before they go to bed shortly before ten. Actually, they could live in separate apartments, but they have inherited the house of their parents and do not pay as much as for two apartments despite the size of the house. In addition, the location of the house is perfect.

It is close to the hospital, the park is also nearby, there are a few nice hiking trails, several shops and also the weekly fruit and vegetable stand is only ten minutes away from the two.

Exhausted, (y/n) closes her eyes and falls asleep only after a few seconds.

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The warm water of his shower is dripping on his skin. He flushes the bacteria off his body. Clean him up. With his eyes closed, he tilts his head backwards and lets the water flow over his hair.

After twenty minutes, he steps out of the shower and dries himself with his towel. The mirror in front of him is still fogged and with narrow eyes his gaze wanders to the salve prescribed to him by the doctor. „Tzz... against dry skin..." he hisses as he walks towards the cream.

Slowly he raises his hands, turns them a few times and examines them. Small cracks can be seen and a little bit of his skin looks as if it would peel. It’s like a sunburn or when a snake sheds its skin.

Snorting, he reaches for the cream and squeezes a hazel-sized drop out of the tube and rubs his hands with it.

It’s just before twelve, when Sakusa looks at his cell phone for the last time, before he ties it to the charging cable and lays down in his bed. His annoying team members appear before his eyes again and his eye rolls are literally heard.

But to his surprise, (y/n), the young doctor who treated him today, suddenly appears before his eyes. How her eyes sparkle at him and her cheeky yet pleasant nature lures him out of the reserve.

Maybe this woman is right, maybe... his fear of bacteria, fours and germs is higher than in other people and maybe this is no longer classified in the normal range.

„Such nonsense.“ He mumbles shaking his head and turns to one side to sleep.

Chapter 5 - What is your goal?

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