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Toji hated Dr. Satoru.
His stupid white hair, his stupid blue eyes, his stupid fucking glasses. He didn't know what it was, but the 30-year-old doctor got on his last nerve. He hates how the female nurses were dumb for him, every time he said a word they just giggled and said "Yes, Dr. Satoru".
"What a bunch of fuckin' idiots," he thought as he glared at the white-haired psychiatrist from his seat. He had sat in group therapy with Dr. Satoru and a couple of other patients all morning, and due to his earlier stunt where he landed himself in the infirmary, he was much more irritable than normal. He'd punched an orderly in the face and bit a nurse's finger off, so he was tasered and he currently sat in a straight jacket.
