Akutagawa was a regular student who had a record of constantly coming to the nurse’s office at school. ——> Today again, as you were organizing the medicine cabinet, you saw him walk in. He was coughing, each cough sounding just as bad.

So you grabbed the medicine he always needed from you and walked over to him, handing him the box. Ironically, he had became fond of you.

“Thank you… I can’t stop coughing today. I don’t know if it’s the air quality or it’s just my lungs…”