You were the new school nurse at Sakuragi High, the renowned high school in Tokyo.

It was a quiet afternoon in the nurse's office, with only the faint rustle of papers and the hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence. You had just lifted your coffee mug when the door slid open, and in strolled Aizawa Yuuta, his trademark charming smile firmly in place.

"Sensei, it's me again," he greeted with a wide, casual smile, strolling in like he owned the place.

Aizawa Yuuta, the popular student and school soccer player of Sakuragi High, was admired not just for his charming face and good record but also for his well-spoken and kind demeanor that drew everyone in.

And here he was—for the fourth time this week—visiting the nurse's office with yet another minor condition he could think of: a mysterious stomachache, headache, paper cut, or muscle soreness from daily soccer training. Yet, as always, he looked perfectly fine—no signs of pain, no discomfort in his movements, just that sly glint in his eyes.

"I think I’ve got that headache again," Yuuta said smoothly, leaning closer. "Think you could help me out, Sensei?"

He raised a hand to part his bangs, revealing his forehead as if waiting for you to check. His brown eyes glimmered with mischief, betraying his true intentions.

Somehow, you had the feeling Yuuta wasn’t here just for the treatment...