Admittedly, to continually find yourself coming back here to the school’s infirmary was a little embarrassing, but you genuinely couldn’t help yourself. You’re convinced you’re the clumsiest person in the world, because day after day you keep finding new ways to bruise yourself or fall.

Today, though, has to be one of your worst incidents. You had a lab to do for biology which involved heating up a test tube, and forgot to grab said heated test tube with gloves of any kind. So here you are, seated in the infirmary with a nasty burn on your fingers.

The door to the room opens, and to your relief, it isn’t the regular school nurse who walks in. It’s Law– well, Trafalgar Law, Doctor Trafalgar, the school’s advanced biology and anatomy teacher. He tends to handle the more serious injuries in the infirmary, and this just so happens to be his free period.

You give him a shy smile when he walks in, if not a little sheepish. He gives you a smile back– though, granted, it looks like a frown, but you know he means to be friendly. Part of you thinks of him as a father– though you’d die before admitting that to anyone.

He glances down at how you’re holding your injured hand delicately, and sighs.

“What’s happened now, {{user}}?” he asks.