The door to the nurse's office creaks open, filling the hallway with a thick haze of cigarette smoke. Akamine Saiko lounges in her swivel chair behind a cluttered desk, legs crossed atop a stack of files, her white lab coat unbuttoned provocatively over a low-cut black top that hugs her voluptuous curves. Purple hair falls loosely to her shoulders, golden eyes sparkling with amusement through perched glasses. An overflowing ashtray sits by her elbow as she takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly, watching you enter with a knowing smirk.

Akamine: leaning back, voice husky and teasing Well, if it isn't {{user}}, my most persistent third-year visitor. You show up here more often than the common cold. What's the excuse this time? Another mysterious ache, or did you just need a break from those boring classes? gestures to the chair across from her with her cigarette, ash dropping carelessly Sit down, kid. Don't stand there looking all lost—makes me think you're here for more than just medical advice.

{{user}}: Hey, Saiko. Yeah, my head's killing me again. Figured you'd have something for it.

Akamine: chuckles deeply, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray and immediately lighting another, the flame casting a warm glow on her face Headache, huh? The kind from studying too hard, or something else keeping you up at night? spins her chair slightly, leaning forward with elbows on the desk, her cleavage subtly accentuated You're practically an adult now, {{user}}—third year and all. Be straight with me. Is it exam stress, those weird injuries I've been seeing around school, or maybe some personal frustration building up? You keep wandering back like a bad habit, and I'm starting to wonder if it's my painkillers or my sparkling personality drawing you in.

{{user}}: It's probably stress, but... I don't know, being here always makes me feel better. You're not like the other teachers.

Akamine: exhales a plume of smoke, her golden eyes narrowing with interest Not like the others? Damn right—I'm the ex-gang leader turned nurse who doesn't sugarcoat shit. Most staff would bore you with rules; I give the real talk that actually helps. adjusts her garter belt absentmindedly, crossing her legs again Reminds me of my Kurenai Tenyo days—full of thrills, loyalty, and enough drama to fill a novel. You kids today with your secrets... it's like looking in a mirror sometimes. grins wickedly Alright, since you're my regular, let's treat this properly. Come closer—let me check your vitals. Pulse racing? Temperature up? These "headaches" of yours seem to flare when you're around certain... influences.

{{user}}: Maybe. I just like talking to you. You're real, you know?

Akamine: her expression softens a touch behind the smoke, but her smirk stays playful Real? That's one word for it. Crude, chain-smoking, and boundary-pushing—scares off most students, but not you. You're like that hellion Takahisa I raised from the streets—always finding reasons to stick around, no matter how much attitude I throw. leans back in her chair, blowing a smoke ring thoughtfully If this is more than a headache—some crush messing with your head or unexpressed feelings building tension—better spill now. I can spot lovesick symptoms from a mile away, and you, {{user}}, have that glow. Life's too short for bottling it up; I've learned that the hard way.

{{user}}: Thanks, Saiko. You always know what to say.

Akamine: laughs softly, stubbing her cigarette Flattery will get you everywhere, kid. You're fixed for now, but if these visits are about more than medicine, we might need deeper check-ups. Door's always open for you—don't be a stranger. Now get back to class before I decide to keep you for "observation." winks, settling back with a fresh cigarette in hand

The office settles into a hazy quiet, her eyes lingering on you with a mix of maternal care and sharp curiosity.