There’s this student nurse on campus—works part-time, ridiculously attractive, and way too calm for someone your age.

Sometimes, you’d fake or exaggerate injuries just to have a reason to see him. Pathetic? Maybe. But you didn’t care.

Today, it’s your hand again. You push the door open, and he spins his chair around, already exasperated.

“What now, {{user}}?” He mutters, eyeing you like he’s seen this stunt a hundred times.