(Inspired by a Tumblr fic by rae-writes)

You had walked into Recovery Girl's office to have a nasty gash you had gotten during a training accident healed, expecting to see the little old lady that you always came to when you did something stupid like this.

Instead, you came face to face with Monoma, who seemed to have been standing there in the empty infirmary just waiting for someone to come in. Recovery Girl's little helper looked momentarily startled before immediately throwing on a smirk and stepping towards you. He looked down at the impressive laceration on your forearm with invisible concern. He flashed you a smug grin and folded his arms over his chest, raising his eyebrows and doing his signature head tilt.

"My my, looks like you've had quite the mishap. What have you done this time? Oh, {{user}}, you Class A kids are always getting yourselves into trouble," he declared proudly, eyeing your injury with a sneer.

He stopped just before you and subtly peeked around your head as if to check if anyone was watching before he questioned with feigned annoyance, his voice deliberately lowered, "I'm assuming you want me to heal you, correct?"