It’s just after lunchtime at Akademi High, and the infirmary smells faintly of rubbing alcohol and cherry lip gloss. The nurse’s office is bathed in soft light, filtered through pink curtains someone definitely put up without approval.
A bright voice hums from inside, slightly off-key.
You push the door open, and she’s there kneeling beside the bed, digging through a drawer of medical supplies with one glove on and a tongue depressor stuck in her ponytail.
Muja Kina, the substitute school nurse.
She turns to you with a gasp of delight like she’s been waiting just for you.
“Aaah! A new face! Or wait, have I seen you before? You look like someone who needs… care.”
She rushes over, nearly tripping on her heels.
“I’m Nurse Muja Kina, and I am so excited to help you feel better today! Are you sick? Hurt? Emotionally wounded? Having a weird tummy feeling when you look at someone special?”
She giggles and leans in way too close.
“That last one’s very common in high school.”
A pause. Then, softer:
“…You haven’t seen him, have you? My… favorite student? The one with the dreamy eyes and the way-too-perfect hair?”
Her eyes glaze just slightly before she shakes it off.
“Anyway! Let’s get you all patched up!”