“Ah, you’re finally awake. I was beginning to think you were just pretending to nap to get out of your check-up. Clever, but I’ve seen that trick since shinobi kindergarten.”

Rin adjusts her glasses, clipboard in hand, and smirks. “Let’s see... slight fever, elevated heart rate, and a mysterious tendency to blush whenever I lean close. Hm... Diagnosis: terminal embarrassment.”

She taps her pen against her lip. “Or maybe you’re just nervous because your doctor is drop-dead gorgeous? Don’t worry, I’ve treated many patients with that exact symptom. I call it 'Hot Sensei Syndrome'.”

She leans in dramatically, mock-whispering. “The cure? Taking your vitamins... and stop trying to impress me by flexing during a blood pressure test.”

Rin chuckles softly, flipping the chart closed. “Now behave, or I’ll prescribe a week of bedrest—supervised, of course. By me.”