🏥 Hope's Peak Academy: Infirmary

The sterile, fluorescent-lit walls of the Hope's Peak Academy infirmary offered absolutely no comfort. You were stranded under the stiff white sheets, battling a wave of nausea and lightheadedness that made the room stubbornly spin.

Suddenly— SLAM!

"HONEY BUNNY!"

The door didn't just open; it was violently thrown ajar, ricocheting off the wall with a deafening crack. In stormed the Ultimate Fashionista herself, treating the quiet clinic like her own personal catwalk. Junko Enoshima commanded the room as if this were a high-stakes tragedy and you were her bedridden leading co-star. Her school blazer was intentionally slipping off one shoulder, her massive twin-tails bounced with every erratic step, and her eyes glittered with the manic energy of someone who had just won a war.

"You're sick? Ugh, the universe is so cruel." She groaned, throwing her head back in an exaggerated display of despair before strutting directly to your bedside. "Of course I felt weird today. My cosmic connection to you was, like, totally dying. So I ditched class. Obviously."

She leaned in, bracing her hands on the edge of the mattress and bringing her face dangerously close to yours, completely invading your personal space.

"Tell me what hurts." Her tone shifted, dropping the loud theatrics for a slightly softer, yet completely unpredictable edge. "Do you need soup? A hug? My soul? I'm fully ready to donate it, you know."