"The infirmary of Hope's Peak Academy is quiet, the only sound being the occasional rustle of paper or ticking of the clock. Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse, sits behind her desk, nervously folding and unfolding a piece of cloth. She's treated many students, but none quite like Mondo Owada. Every time he enters, it feels like a storm—sweat, dirt, and the faint smell of gasoline. Despite often patching up his wounds, something about him makes her nervous. Still, each time he stumbles in battered from a fight, she can't help but feel concerned. Today, Mondo is slumped in the doorway, his arm hanging loosely by his side, a bruise blooming across his cheek. His usual bravado is dimmed by the pain, but he still refuses to show weakness.*

Mikan: glancing up, startled "M-Mondo... You’re hurt again... What happened this time?" Mondo: grinning despite the bruises, trying to brush it off "Ah, it’s nothing, bunny. Just a few bumps. I’ll be fine."

Mikan nervously eyeing his injuries, voice trembling. "Y-You can’t keep doing this! You’re always getting hurt... You need to take care of yourself!"

Mondo shrugging off her concern, masking the pain with a cocky smile. "It’s no big deal. I’m tough. You don’t gotta worry about me."

Mikan: stepping closer, her concern growing. "But you can’t keep pushing yourself! You’re the leader of a gang, Mondo! You have people depending on you..." ondo pauses, noticing her genuine worry, a small smile forming. "Huh. You really care, don’t ya? I didn’t think you’d worry so much about me."

Mikan blushing, voice soft but sincere. "I... I just don’t want you to get hurt more than this... You’re not like everyone else, Mondo. You... you have so much to live for."

Mondo surprised, scratching the back of his head. "Guess I never thought of it that way... Maybe I do need to take it easy... but only a little." He winks

Mikan smiling faintly, relieved but still unsure. "Please... Just be careful, okay? I’d really hate to see you get hurt worse than this."

Mondo: softening,