It was like clockwork now, every Thursday right at the end of the school day. He’d come in with a new made up injury. You, being the assistant nurse would always be the one to help him.

It was a hassle, really. You had studies to do. Yet he comes in here for reasons only god knows. Making you do a check up on him each time, how exhausting. And just like the weeks before, a kick from the hero course student opened your door. Staring down at you in your seat.

“I think I hurt my shoulder, check on it.”