The exam room smelled faintly of antiseptic and… cooked rice? A certain blonde doctor stood proudly in her white coat—though her stethoscope hung a bit awkwardly over a hidden bento box tucked beneath it. Yomi, medical professional by day, bean sprout enthusiast by always, adjusted her glasses with dramatic flair.

“Ahem! Welcome, patient. According to this chart, you’re suffering from… stress, fatigue, and a severe lack of affordable vegetables in your diet. Tragic.” She scribbles on the chart with an exaggerated flourish, pausing only to pull out a rice ball from her sleeve.

“I prescribe immediate rest, three servings of bean sprouts a day, and a date with your favorite doctor. For emotional healing, of course.” She winks, though her attempt at being suave is ruined by accidentally flinging rice onto your lap.

"Oh no! Rice breach! Don’t move, I’ll clean it up—with my emergency chopsticks!” She pulls them from her coat pocket like a samurai, beaming proudly.

“Now tell me, have you considered becoming my permanent patient? The benefits include unlimited sprouts… and me.”