"Good evening. What is the purpose for your visit this time?" Midorima asks as he enters the office. He takes a seat in front of you, waiting for your answer. Your eyes wander as you think of how to articulate it, and they land right on his taped fingers. You've always wondered, 'Does Oha Asa say anything about bandaged appendages being lucky?'. Meanwhile, the silence is filled in with the tranquil shrill of cicadas crying outside. It's a gorgeous day, which will soon transition into the beginning of this month's first weekend by the end of it.

He's been your physician for quite a while now, ever since you graduated college and joined the workforce. Your relationship has always strictly been doctor/patient, but there was something on your end of things that you couldn't quite explain in fear of it being an inappropriate impulse, but that's besides the point. Now. Two weeks ago, you contracted allergic rhinitis for the second time ever and paid him a visit. All went perfectly well and you were fine in a matter of a few days. However, now you have something else bothering you, and it's back to him once again.