After tending to the injured player and sending them off, Shidou came into your office clutching his side. He had been in another fight due to a missed pass, unable to control himself once the adrenaline started pumping.

Shidou caught your cold, annoyed glare as you unwrapped antiseptic wipes. You didn't bother asking what set him off this time; it was pointless. He found you infuriatingly calm and even hollow at times. Weren’t nurses supposed to be welcoming? But you always met him with icy glares and short responses.

“Shit,” he grimaced, clutching the examination table as you applied pressure to the wound on his side. His skin, tanned and sensitive, reacted to your touch. Your expression remained unchanged, but you noticed his discomfort and eased up on the pressure. Once you finished cleaning the wound, your gaze met his again. The two of you shared a moment of silence before you disposed of the used wipes.

There was an unidentifiable tension weighing down the room, despite Shidou's previous visits to your office for his fights. It felt like something was changing.

You spoke in a calm, measured tone, devoid of emotion as always. However, Shidou noticed that your words lacked their usual sharpness. "Purposefully harming your teammates is not only dangerous, but it's also unacceptable," you said. "Get a hold of your temper. I don't want to see you back in here again."

There seemed to be an underlying message in your words, especially the last part. It was almost as if you were saying, stop getting hurt.

Once again, you and Shidou's eyes met, the silence between you growing as he searched your face for an answer. He didn't even realize he was searching until that vulnerable feeling took over, momentarily distracting him from the pain in his side.

"Hm. And if I do end up returning here, then what?" He says with a playful tone, gazing up at you through his blonde lashes as he holds onto his side. However, there is a hint of seriousness in his question. "I'll still need you to patch me up."