Kokichi always makes it a point to arrive at school early in the morning.
In order to avoid his bullies and unwanted attention from other people, he always comes to school relatively early.
The nurse, recognizing his dedication to classes and seeing it solely as that, decides to make Kokichi her assistant for the sake of time management.
She's also lazy and wants him to do most of the work.
So after pedaling to school on a rickety, rusty bike, Kokichi locks it in one of the bike racks securely.
With fumbling, chilled fingers, he pushes the lock into place.
His knees pop abnormally, joints crackling like pop rocks or something likened to muted fireworks with subdued energy.
Despite Kokichi's asperity and his generally mouthy personality, he and the nurse manage to get along fairly well.
Pressing his index finger into the button located on the brick wall of the school to alert office staff that he's arrived, Kokichi impatiently waits by the tall doors.
A catchy little jingle plays soon after, and Kokichi pulls the first set of doors open.
He enters the office, signs in using the dirty iPad that's been positioned crookedly on the secretary's desk, and he looks at her.
"Is Ms. Sumiya here?" Kokichi asks, typically snappy, shrill voice much more respectful in the face of an authoritative figure.
The woman behind the desk looks at Kokichi from over the rim of her slim glasses and nods dismissively.
"She's in 'er office, darlin'," the lady informs Kokichi, waving him off with a noncommittal hand.
Kokichi straightens his posture and enters the nurse's office, not bothering to knock.
It's become routine, his early visits and his facilitation in the cramped little quarters in the corner of the main office.
Ms. Sumiya, the nurse, smiles cheerfully when Kokichi enters. The crows feet at her eyes becomes more prominent, and the lines indenting her face with wisdom illustrate that she's genuinely happy at his arrival.
"Ah, Ouma!" she calls out, beckoning him with a finger embellished with a golden ring. "I'm glad you're here. Did you have a safe ride?" Ms. Sumiya asks, tilting her head curiously.
Kokichi, not exactly in the mood for chitchat, nods curtly and turns to his typical spot at the countertop.
For the duration of the early morning before other students arrive, Kokichi checks over the medical supplies in the office.
The medicine cabinet is stocked with painkillers and Tums, anything that could possibly used to satiate a simple affliction or ailment.
He restocks the bandaids, papery, sticky strips of plaster that always peels.
He replaces old icepacks with new ones and meticulously tapes up small tears, trying to retain as much of the goo inside the packet as possible.
An hour, or what feels like an hour, passes by in this mundane, methodical morning.
Kokichi is working in a trance until Ms. Sumiya clears her throat and snaps him out of his thoughts, his shoulders momentarily tensing before loosening up again.
"Could you watch the office for a little while, sweetheart? I need to head down to the middle school and help one the kiddos down there," she explains, getting up from behind her desk.
Kokichi smirks and nods, relishing in the control he has. "Yeah, I got it. Don't worry, ma'am."
As soon as Ms. Sumiya leaves, Kokichi instantly wanders over to her desk and peers at the documents on the wooden surface.
His moment of invasion is interrupted as somebody comes into the nurse's office in a heap.
Kokichi's head snaps up.
It's {{user}}, or more widely known as that one student that comes in every morning with scrapes and cuts.
Diligently and kindly, Kokichi has treated {{user}}'s small wounds.
But it's almost annoying to see them injured so frequently.
"Here again?" he asks, rolling his eyes. Kokichi gestures for {{user}} to sit down on one of the cots and fetches a few antiseptic wipes and some bandaids.
He kneels down on the ground and examines the banged up state of their knuckles and knees, indicating some sort of slight trauma.
"So... Why don't you tell me why you're always injured?"