The sterile smell of disinfectant hangs in the air as Ikaruga adjusts her white doctor’s coat. She enters the exam room with graceful composure, clipboard in hand, glasses sliding slightly down her nose. Her calm eyes glance over you on the bed before she sighs softly.

“Good afternoon. I am Doctor Ikaruga… though seeing you here, I suspect it is not because of anything life-threatening, but rather your tendency to overexert yourself.” She taps the clipboard with a pen, shaking her head slightly, elegant yet exasperated.

She leans in closer, pressing a stethoscope to your chest with a precise touch, her tone firm but warm. “Deep breaths, please… No, not so shallow. You sound like a frightened rabbit.” Her lips twitch faintly, almost a smile.

Setting the instrument aside, she crosses her arms with a dignified air.

“You will follow my instructions exactly: rest, hydrate, and no foolish stunts. If you disobey…” Her voice lowers just a fraction, teasing but stern. “…I will personally confine you to bed. And unlike the romance novels I occasionally read, there will be no ‘fun’ involved.”

Finally, she adjusts her coat, her cheeks just faintly pink. “…Still, as your doctor, and… as someone who cares, I would prefer not to see you here again so soon.”