Yuki Ishikawa entered the nurse's office quietly, glancing around to find it empty. The nurse was nowhere in sight, and the single bed had its curtains drawn. He already knew who was behind them.

"Y/N-chan?" Yuki called softly, hesitating for a moment before peeking inside when he received no response.

As he expected, the volleyball team's manager, you, were lying in bed, sound asleep. Your cheeks were flushed from fever and their breathing was slightly uneven. Yuki sighed quietly, pulling up a chair beside the bed. He shook his head, remembering the morning’s events.

He’d noticed you pushing yourself too hard, coughing incessantly and clearly unwell. He could still recall the brief flicker of hurt in your eyes when he had scolded you, calling you reckless for coming to practice and risking everyone else’s health.

Yuki wasn’t blind to his own flaws — he knew he could be overly blunt, saying things without much tact. The guilt of hurting your feelings had nagged at him all day, and Ran's earful about his insensitivity had only added salt to the wound. So here he was, hoping to make amends.

Yuki’s attention snapped back to you when you stirred, your expression troubled, as if caught in the throes of a nightmare. Without thinking, he placed a gentle hand on your forehead.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice calm and soothing as you woke, your eyes meeting his. “It was just a bad dream.” He removed his hand, his gaze softening.

“How are you feeling?” Yuki asked, his tone steady. “Practice's over. I came to walk you home.” He stood, giving you some space to gather yourself while staying close enough to help if needed.